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All That Glitters (All That #1)
By Tracy Krimmer
Genre: Contemporary Romance / Women’s Fiction
Age category: Adult
Release Date: summer 2017
Country-music star, Dory Walker, never wanted to come back to the small town of Sycamore Bay. But after her fairy-tale life is flipped upside down, and her marriage becomes a casualty, she has no choice.Harris Malone is a man with few commitments. He keeps a low profile most days while he cares for his young daughter and helps run his dad’s hardware store.But when he and Dory run into each other at the local gas station, all either can think about is the searing kiss they shared many years ago.Can a woman who only wants to rekindle her career and a man who enjoys a no-strings attached lifestyle find everlasting love?
I still had a key to the house. It never left my keychain after all these years. I found it on my Jason Segel keychain and steadied it in my hand. Ever since How I Met Your Mother I fell in love with Jason Segel’s quirkiness. The second I passed my driver’s test I ran to the novelty store and found the keychain. I adored the romance between him and Alyson Hannigan, and I hoped one day to find a Marshall to my Lily. I thought I had that in Dylan.
I gripped the chain in my hand. This had been a part of me for so long, one of the only things left from home.
The first few steps up the porch proved difficult. How could I even ask my grandmother to live there? The news of my split with Dylan cluttered social media, but my grandma stayed away from all electronics. She probably hadn’t even heard. I hoped seeing me surprised her in a good way.
I pulled open the screen door and put my hand on the knob. I turned it, but nothing happened. My hand shook as I slid the key into the lock and turned, releasing a breath. She didn’t change the locks on me. I took that as a positive.
I stepped inside to the foyer, pine and lemon filling my nose. My grandmother loved to clean, a complete opposite of my messy tendencies. The slate floor brought a sense of peace, its various colors of maroon, blue, and green bringing back memories of when I would play with matchbox cars, pretending the grout lines were the streets.
The blanket on the back of the couch wasn’t folded, and when I reached the kitchen, dishes filled the sink. This wasn’t like her, to leave such a mess. Though once I moved out, possibly she changed her ways. Either way, I folded the blanket and started in on the dishes. If I planned to ask her to allow me to live here, I had to show I could hold my own.
Fifteen minutes later, after the last dish was washed, dried, and put away, I walked into my old bedroom.
Nothing had changed. The polka dotted comforter was still on my bed, my old white desk against the wall. My closet was still covered in photos of Jason Segel, The Rock, and Ryan Reynolds. Even the bright green shag rug sat in the center of my room, next to the bed.
I fell back onto my bed. The bed where Harris Malone first kissed me. And the last time. They were the same exact time. One and the same. He was the only boy I ever kissed besides Dylan Booth. After Harris kissed me, he made up with his girlfriend, Jody. They got married after graduation, and she got pregnant right away. They probably moved out of town and had two or three more kids, a happily ever after I would never see.
I shook thoughts of Harris out of my mind. Why did I think of him after all these years? One man I cared for broke my heart by choosing another, and the other took everything away from me.
What did everyone think of me? I was the one to break out from the town. I left this place and made a better life for myself, if only temporarily. In all my interviews, I never talked about Sycamore Bay. I wasn’t ashamed. Not at all. There just wasn’t a lot here, nothing to discuss.
I turned my head toward my bulletin board, pictures tacked up, leaving no empty spaces. Most of the smiles looking back at me were of me and Tammy. I missed her so much. My best friend since I started school and now I couldn’t feel more distant from her. Our calls to one another started off daily, then weekly, and monthly, until they eventually disappeared. I couldn’t say who made the last phone call, but a day didn’t pass when I thought of her.
Best friends are supposed to be forever. That’s what our necklace claimed, anyway. My half that held the -st from best, and the -nds from friends, still hung on the corner of my bulletin board. Did she keep her half? Did she live in Sycamore Bay? She never talked about leaving like I did, but her dreams weren’t as quite as big as mine, either. I wanted to see her, though if I did, I didn’t know what I would even say. At this point, she was a stranger.
I laid back on my bed and stared up at the ceiling. The stars my grandma stuck up there when I was nine remained. Whenever I turned off my light, they glowed, and I’d stare at them for hours. So many stars in the sky, each unique and full of destiny. I wanted more than anything to be part of those stars.
I never realized becoming one would destroy me.
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About the Author:
Tracy's love of writing began at nine years old. She wrote stories about aliens at school, machines that did homework for you, and penguins. Now she pens books and short stories about romance. She loves to read a great book, whether it be romance or science fiction, or any genre in between, or pop popcorn and catch up on her favorite TV shows or movies. She's been known to crush a candy or two as well. Her loves include fitness, reading, coffee, dogs, and naps (not in that order), and her dislikes are blue cheese, cold weather, and burpees.
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