Seven Steps and I are super excited that we hit number one in several Amazon Teen & YA categories.
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5.0 out of 5 stars
Found a New Fave Author in Audrey!!!
ByHeidi Lynnon March 1, 2018
Format: Kindle Edition
First, I want to thank Audrey Rich for providing me with this book so I can bring you this review.
Thinking about Love Part 2 in the Stonehaven High Series by Audrey Rich is an incredibly well written story with a lot of heart and moments that will pull on your heart strings. This book can be read as a standalone or as part of the series. I had just found this incredible author and had not read the first book I was able to follow along fine.
I loved the love story between Trina and Stuart! Trina reminded me of when I was a teenager and boy crazy gushing over the guy she liked! She was so in love with him! It was great to see how they both supported eachother through thick and thin. Even when times got rough.
One aspect that Audrey touched on that no author has ever touched on is a purity ring. I thought that was an interesting aspect of the story that I didn’t see coming. I read Christian Romance books but nobody has ever tackled this issue. So, kudos for her for being original.
Many life lessons are expressed in this book. This book would be beneficial I feel for young adults and older teenagers to read.
I would definitely read any book from Audrey Rich again. She impressed me with her writing style and genre! Link to Amazon Review
5.0 out of 5 stars
Another great novel!
ByV.C. on February 27, 2018
Format: Kindle Edition
I’ve been following this author since her book Masquerading Our love.. She has progressively peeked my interest with her series Stonehaven High. Thinking About Love Part 2 follows the first book beautifully. Her characters Trina and Stuart are young teens that from the very beginning loved each other and had an ideal relationship. This holds true until they step into a very challenging situation. Then, they have to deal with the consequences. I love how this book is written, perfect for my 14 year-old daughter. It is refreshing to read a book as clean as this one. I will continue to follow the author and highly recommend this and her other books! Link to Amazon Review
5.0 out of 5 stars
ByAnthony Moranton February 15, 2018
Format: Kindle Edition
This novel reveals the life of an individual who is caught up and centered in love, money, pride and the facets of this life. This story gives an insight on how life is really like in a materialistic world. Link to Amazon Review
“All you have to do is tell him you’re pregnant.”
When Clay Roman passed me a note during chemistry telling me he had good news about my tuition woes, I thought he meant he’d found a scholarship I was eligible for. I ran to the football field bleachers, hoping for some good news. This wasn’t good news. This… this was a curveball straight from the underworld.
I rubbed my ear and dramatically inclined my head at him.
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
His icy, almost lifeless, pale blue eyes rolled in exasperation. As if I were frustrating him. Me. The girl he’d just asked to fake a pregnancy. Where can one buy that amount of nerve? Amazon? Sam’s Club? Did he get frequent shopper points with The International House of Audacity? I mean seriously!
“Tell Julius you’re pregnant and he’s the father, and I will ensure your tuition is paid in full for the next two years.”
Yup. That’s what I thought he’d said.
I planted my hands on my hips to keep from flipping him off.
“You made me walk all the way across the football field to ask me to commit pregnancy fraud? What kind of girl do you think I am? Do I look like I’ve ever been on a daytime talk show?”
His demeanor was cool. Calm. He leisurely leaned on the sun-warmed bleachers, totally at ease with the fact that he was asking me to tell the biggest lie of my life. Meanwhile, my temper was at DEFCON 1.
“Think about it, Meg,” he said. “All your money problems can go away just like that. You won’t have to switch schools or leave your friends. Your parents won’t even have to know.”
I scoffed and ground a pebble into the dirt with the toe of my sneaker.
“I know you don’t understand how the world works, so let me spell it out for you. My parents get a bill from this school every semester. I think they’ll notice a big fat zero next to the amount due box.”
“Tell them it’s a scholarship, or that you’ve received a grant. The means don’t matter to me. Your cooperation is what’s important.”
He placed a hand on my shoulder and smiled as if he knew I’d cooperate.
Not so fast Clay. It’s going to take a whole lot more than a slick smile, enviable blond hair, and a hot body to even begin to convince me to go along with this crazy plan.
I lifted his pointer finger from my skin and slid his clammy hand off of me.
“Ok. Let’s assume for one minute that I’m a crap daughter who would lie to my parents. How am I supposed to pull this whole charade off? Number one, I’ve never even spoken to Julius Samson. Number two, I may be three steps from impoverished right now, but I still have a moral compass. And three, how am I supposed to trust that you’ll pay up?”
I gave myself a mental pat on the back. These were all valid questions, and if Clay was smart, he’d take this opportunity to apologize for even thinking of such a terrible plan. Then he’d kiss my feet and beg my forgiveness. Some tears would be shed. It’d all be very beautiful, really.
Clay was too slick for that. He just stood there in the sunlight and stared at me like I was an old horse he was about to put out of its misery. “Meg, Meg, Meg.” His head shook each time he said my name, making me even madder. “Don’t you think I’ve thought of that? I already told Julius that the girl he took off with that night might be knocked up. Everything is in place. Megera, I’m offering you the world.” He placed his thumb and forefinger on my chin, squeezing it. His skin was cold, even though it was a warm October day. Makes sense. After all, snakes are cold-blooded.
“I’ll give you twenty-four hours,” he said. “Either tell one little lie or say goodbye to St. Mary’s Academy forever. The choice is yours.”
He gave my chin one last squeeze before picking up his black book bag, hoisting it onto one shoulder, and walking away.
I watched him go, my body feeling on edge. My gut dipped and twisted as if I were riding a rollercoaster, and tension sat heavy on my shoulders. Something about this didn’t seem right. Well, nothing about this was right, but there was one thing that especially bothered me.
He turned, his icy eyes finding me. The longer he looked at me, the more I felt my blood freeze.
“Isn’t he your friend?” I asked. The ‘he’ in this equation was, of course, Julius.
He dropped his chin slightly. “My best friend,” he replied.
My shoulder’s rose. “So, why are you doing this?”
His lips raised at the edges. “Twenty-four hours, Meg,” he said. “I hope to hear from you.”
Regardless of what type of person Clay assumed I was, I wouldn’t be shaken off so easily. This was someone’s life we were talking about. I took another step forward.
“What’ll happen to him?”
He scoffed. “Shouldn’t you be more concerned about what will happen to you?”
“I’m not heartless.”
“I never said you were. And, if your ex is to be believed, it was your celibacy rather then your heartlessness that was the problem.”
The stinging words were like a right hook straight to my heart. “Leave Homer out of this. He would never say that?”
Clay’s words hung in the air, and my cheeks warmed. I crossed my arms to hide my heaving chest.
“Look, all I’m saying is that men are dogs, Meg. Consider this your opportunity to remove another hound from St. Mary’s Academy.”
“Is Julius a hound?”
Clay smiled. “One of the worse. That’s what makes this so simple.”
I dropped my gaze to the field turf.
Could I really do this? Could I really destroy someone’s life to protect my own? Even if they were a so-called ‘hound’? I didn’t really know Julius Samson. I knew that everyone called him Hercules or Herc. He always seemed like a standup guy to me. Never bullying anyone or anything like that. But then again, I didn’t really know him. Clay did. Was Clay telling the truth about Julius?
I rubbed my hands on my jeans, my increasingly agitated state making me fidgety.
“What about me?” I asked. “Everyone will be calling me a whore for the next two years.”
Clay shook his head. “Once Julius is gone, it’ll be old news. Think about it, Meg. Are you willing to face a little humiliation to remain at your family’s alma mater? In a month’s time, you won’t even remember this conversation. Julius will be out, I’ll be the new Quarterback, and you’ll get to say in school. Everyone wins.”
“Twenty-four hours,” Clay said. He turned around, his long legs making quick strides across the field. “This offer expires in twenty-four hours. Tick tock, Meg.”
I watched him until he disappeared around the front of the school. My legs felt weak and I collapsed on the bench with a sigh.
This morning, I was Meg Kotopuli. A junior at St. Mary’s Academy. Resident film geek with modest grades and an ex-boyfriend with a penchant for cheerleaders way outside of his league. Now, Clay expected me to lie to someone I’d never even met. And not just anyone. The most popular guy in school. Was it worth it? Could I do it?
My chest felt tight and I rubbed it.
The right thing to do would be to tell Clay to shove his idea where this sun didn’t shine.
The right thing to do would be to tell Julius about this conversation.
The right thing to do was to not consider this offer at all.
But it was hard to do the right thing.
Sometimes, it was absolutely impossible.
I wrote these 298 words from a Flash Fiction Prompt (the sentence on the ninja butterflies) due today. I’m not sure if it’ll be accepted or if it’ll win, but I posted it here cause it’s a different take from a scene already in my book. I think it works better, so I’ll interweave some of it. Let me know if you like it or not.
Eyes don’t deceive me! It can’t be him!
Christopher Mark Cooper flirted with another, a beautiful, expensive-wearing-clothes model. Her flawless face didn’t have a stitch of makeup on.
His sparkling, green eyes moved in my direction.
My own eyes automatically shifted, watching my best friend score the winning goal. I shouted, “You go girl,” but my lungs no longer worked.
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t remove the image of him with her; but still I peeked at them.
She laughed looking up at him.
Great if I stood next to her she would look down at me.
She touched his arm. Jealousy brewed inside me, made my stomach spill out my spleen along with bile.
Now I feel like ninja butterflies are throwing ninja stars at my stomach.
How could he? We hadn’t committed not to see others, but I hadn’t moved on. Eight months later my heart couldn’t find his replacement. Silly emotions, my brain roared, for a guy I met three times, but my useless heart belonged to him.
Why in my high school stadium? Couldn’t he have taken her anywhere else? Stood with her anywhere else?
My trembling fingers touched my friend’s shoulder. “Frank, my dad’s waiting for us downstairs. Let Maria know I’ll call her later.”
“Sure. See ya. Bye bro.” He fist bumped Nick, and smacked Jason. “Let’s go congratulate our girl. Wasn’t she awesome?”
Already forgotten by my friends, I grabbed my brother’s arm, pulling him away from his soccer buddies leaving us.
“Is dad here?”
“He will be by the time we meet him.”
“Thalía Cassandra Reynari you’re such a party pooper.”
I hurried along, hiding between the crowds, avoiding him.
It was my turning point, the moment I discovered how to forget him; how to live.
My heart’s journey to freedom!
Protagonist versus Antagonist Week (13th through 19th):
13) Thalía overcomes the fear of losing CM to be true to herself.
14) Will their parents discover what is right in front of their eyes?
15) What scares me most about editing this story is balancing the pacing and descriptions.
16) What scares me most about sharing this story is that readers won’t connect with the characters, they won’t be emotionally invested, they’ll hate it, etc.
17) He can’t learn how much my decision is killing me or how terrified I am that I’ll lose him. (Thalía’s fear)
18) My characters are braver because they take more risks than I did at seventeen.
19) Writing this book has made me braver; I’m willing to share my writing, whereas before my writing only existed for myself.
It’s Valentine’s day, so how could I not write about love.
Love, including the romantic one, is an emotion which transcends all races, religions, and, sometimes, even reason. Poets, authors, and songwriters attempt to capture the essence of love in their work, but it all boils down to feelings.
For romantic love, there are all those emotions which free butterflies in your stomach or drop rocks into it, which make the sweat glands in your palms overreact or slows down your breathing, which stops your heart beat or speeds it up, which prompts you to babble or become a mute. Yes, love is capable of all these actions and more.
This morning my creative musing came up with a love poem, so here is my feeble attempt.
Laugh, listen, learn with each other.
Observe, obsess, overreact together.
Venture, vie, vanquish for each other.
Enjoy, escape, entangle, enrich, entice together.
Rejoice because love can do all of these or just one of these.
Okay so I’m not a poet and had the hardest time with the Vs. The R is there because it needed a last line. I enjoyed writing this acrostic love poem, which I believe is what counts. Let me know if you hate it or like it.
Today I’m spending it with the love of my life and our children. And, of course, I’ll be writing about young love.
I encourage you not only to spend today with those you love, but to share a small part of your love with those you meet today. Greet everyone with a smile and enjoy the day we celebrate LOVE! You never know where a smile might lead to.
Happy Valentine’s Day from my heart to yours and Love Everyone!