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Hazel Gaynor

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I saw you across the room. Your gaze settled on me for a wonderful moment as you took a sip of your coffee and pushed your hair behind your ears. I longed for you to come over, pick me up, take me home, but you walked right past and all I could do was sit and watch as you interacted with the others at the table: looking, touching, admiring. I envied them all. You would take one of us home, and I silently hoped I wouldn’t be the one left on the shelf.

You sent a text, took another sip of coffee, sat down for a while with the one in the navy blue jacket. I knew you wouldn’t get along. You quickly lost interest and walked away.

It was busy that afternoon, the room rich with that particular air of quiet concentration only found here, in this place of words; a gentle focused pondering while the rest of the world slipped by outside and for a while there was only you, and us. Nothing else mattered.

Which one? I saw the indecision in your eyes; sensed the silent deliberation. Which one?

When you glanced up and noticed me again, your face softened. You sensed that undeniable pull towards me, the workings of some secret alchemy that knew we would make a perfect match even though we’d never met. And then you walked over and took me in your hands and, oh, the feeling of being touched, caressed, admired. Was it the red shoes that first drew you to me, or the red dress? It didn’t matter. Something passed between us in those quiet moments as you studied me, working out the tone and sense and shape of me. Would we get on? Had you found ‘the one’?

Reader, you chose me!

From the moment you first looked at me across the room, I knew we were meant to be together. You took me home that afternoon, and we’ve become the best of friends since. It makes me happy to know that I’m the last thing you look at in the evening before you go to sleep, and that you keep me close beside you, always. Just you and me. Nothing, and nobody else matters when we’re together.

We may only have known each other a short time, but I have a feeling ours is a relationship that will last a lifetime.

Happy Valentine’s Day. With love from your new book.


Fall in love with a book this Valentine’s Day. It will always love you back!

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