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The Fault in Our Stars
Gone Girl
Beautiful Disaster
Angels & Demons
Digital Fortress
Deception Point
The Hunger Games
The Maze Runner
Fifty Shades of Grey
Message in a Bottle
The Notebook
The Host
Angels' Blood
My Sister's Keeper
Good in Bed

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Thursday, 27 April 2017

Never Judge a Book by Stacey Broadbent


Never Judge a Book
By Stacey Broadbent

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When I pictured my future, I never imagined I would be pregnant and on my own, but this is my reality. I had my baby to think about, and being with a lying, cheating man-child suddenly didn't hold as much appeal.
Turning back to the one thing that has always grounded me, I immersed myself in books; the local library, my playground.
That's where I met him.

I've spent my life trying to be the perfect child and stay out of trouble. People only see what they want to, though. The Frost Brothers are no good.
I've done my time, and now I'm trying to get on with my life. It wasn't my intention to fall for someone, let alone a girl who clearly belonged to someone else. She didn't look at me like everyone else did.
But could she really fall for a guy like me?

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The library is quiet at this time of the morning.  I quickly drop my books into the returns pile and head for the fiction shelves.  It doesn’t take me long to find several books by my favourite authors.  My feet haven’t recovered from the walk yet, so I amble towards the couches in the corner to rest for a bit.  I drop my bag by my feet, and slowly attempt to lower myself onto the couch.  It’s a lot lower than I thought and it takes me a few goes.
“Here, let me help.”  A firm hand grasps my elbow, and another is placed across my back, gently guiding me to the couch below.
“Thank you,” I say breathlessly, as I gaze into eyes of green and gold.
“You’re welcome.”  He smiles, and his eyes light up, the gold flecks somehow even more vibrant.  “How far along are you?” he asks, nodding towards my bump as he perches on the arm of the chair.
It crosses my mind to toy with him and pretend that I don’t know what he’s talking about, but my mouth won’t co-operate and all I manage to say is, “Wha?  Um…”  I can feel my cheeks reddening with embarrassment as I stutter.  “Nearly um, full term.”  I tilt my head to the side, allowing my hair to fall across my face.
“Wow, and you’re still walking here every day?” he asks.
“Um, yeah.  I love to read.”  Why could I not be better at this?
He’s just a guy and you’re about to burst.  Relax.  He’s not hitting on you.
I purse my lips as I realise what he just said.  “Wait, how did you know I come here every day?”
He chuckles.  “Sorry, that probably seemed a bit rude.  I work here.  I’m usually pushing the book returns trolley when you come in.”  He directs my eyes to the rickety old trolley standing only a metre away.  How did I miss that?
“Oh,” I say, wishing that I didn’t have a memory like a sieve.  Though I’m sure, had I seen him, I would’ve remembered.  I peek through my hair, trying to catch another glimpse of his exquisite face.  Never have I ever seen a man so striking before.  Not in real life, anyway.  I study his face, hoping to etch it in my mind for later.  He has a strong, square jaw with a dusting of stubble.  His lips are full, and soft-looking, making me want to kiss them.  But it’s his eyes that draw me in.  Green with flecks of gold, framed with long dark lashes that put mine to shame.  He wears wire-framed glasses that only accentuate them even more.  He chuckles again, and I realise he’s caught me staring.  Flustered, I fumble with the books in my hand and they fall to the floor.
“Here, let me get those for you.”  He crouches down at my feet, his hand resting beside my thigh as he gathers the books in his other hand.  When he hands them to me, our fingers brush against each other and I almost gasp at the jolt of warmth that flows through me.  “I’d better get back to it,” he says, pointing his thumb behind him where the trolley awaits his return.  He holds my stare a beat before getting to his feet.
“Uh, thanks,” is all I can manage to say.  I quickly open one of the books on my lap so that I don’t make an even bigger fool of myself.
“I’ll see ya round.”  He saunters back to his trolley, and I can’t stop my eyes from following.  God, even his walk is sexy.  He turns back towards me and gives a little wave, his lip turned up at the corner in a half-grin, as if he’s just thought of something funny.  My lack of confidence has me wondering if that something funny, is me.

About the Author

Stacey lives in Ashburton, New Zealand, with her husband and three children.  She is a qualified proof-reader and self-proclaimed book-a-holic.  When she isn’t busy reading or writing, she likes to dabble in the kitchen and spend time with family and friends.
You can often find her hanging out on Facebook with her Ink Slinging Sisters, or blogging book reviews for fellow authors.

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