TITLE: Silent Fiction
GENRE: New Adult Contemporary Romance
If the Queen herself rode into town on a miniature Unicorn, sporting full clown makeup and belting a Britney Spears classic, I might've had an easier time securing a parking spot downtown than I did tonight.
I wound up and down the three streets that constituted central Fernbrooke, scanning for any gap wide enough to wedge my Camry in and declare the night a triumph.
A flickering streetlight illuminated a space at the end of the street and I released a valiant cry as I pulled into the spot and turned off the car. Grabbing my purse from the passenger seat, I slid out and pushed the button on the front of my phone to illuminate the face. I groaned as the time greeted me with its glowing numbers.
Jin was going to kill me.
In fact, the touch screen informed me, I had five text messages from him most likely expressing that exact sentiment. My phone vibrated and blinked against my palm.
Make that six.
Sighing, I scrolled through texts in all caps demanding to know where I was and insisting my absence from tonight’s festivities would result in bodily injury. I snorted and ignored the impulse to roll my eyes as I hit reply. No wonder Jin went to NYU for theatre. Jin and drama went together like chocolate and peanut butter.
A deep rumble vibrated through my belly.
Great. Now I was hungry.
Reassuring Jin I was on my way, I threaded my way down the street.