Thursday, May 9, 2013
Searching for Moore by Julie A. Richman ~ Blog Tour and Giveaway
Attended by reality TV star wannabes and Southern California social climbers, Schooner Moore knows the party his wife is throwing for his forty-third birthday has little to do with him and everything to do with her social standing in Orange County. The evening turns out to hold more surprises than just his wife's Botoxed friends groping at his privates, when a conversation with his old college roommate, Beau, reveals the biggest surprise of the night.
Beau has had contact on Facebook with Mia Silver. Just hearing her name sends Schooner into a tailspin, as he is now just a Friend Request away from the one who got away when she disappeared without a goodbye, leaving him wondering why she left.
A serial failure at romance, Manhattan boutique ad agency owner, Mia, gets a blindside of her own when a Facebook Friend Request from first love, Schooner, appears in her email. Going with her gut reaction, Mia hits accept, propelling her past to catch up with her in a New York minute, as a forceful Schooner is determined to understand what tore them apart and to explore the possibility of a second chance at love.
From a 1980's Southern California college campus and a devastating first love to present day New York City, Searching for Moore explores how technology has eradicated the divide between our past and our present, and asks whether you would give up everything to reconnect with The One in a single keystroke?
Searching for Moore
ALT POV Book 1/Chapter 15
It was past midnight when Rosie got to her feet, "I'm toast," she announced, "all that fresh air today knocked me out."
"Ditto," agreed Henry, "I need to peel these lenses out of my eyes." Rosie pulled him to his feet.
"We got a lot done today, guys." Schooner was pleased.
"Yeah, I feel good about it." Rosie looked beat, "Have we lost you, Mia?"
Mia pulled the throw pillow off of her face and smiled. "Still here ... barely," she giggled.
"Don't wake me for breakfast." Henry yelled back as he and Rosie closed the door.
Mia rolled on her side and looked at Schooner. She took a deep breath. This was it; they were finally alone. Anxious. Scared. Wanting. She thought he was going to kiss her on the mountaintop today. But he didn't. Maybe he wasn't feeling what she was feeling. Maybe he was really in love with CJ and she was just imagining this "thing" between them. Was it in her head? Did he just think of her as a friend? Please let him feel what I feel, she silently begged no one.
Schooner reached out and took a long curl of Mia's between his fingers and began playing with it. "C'mere," he gently pulled her head down onto his chest, as he continued to play with her curls. Mia snuggled her face into his chest. I'm not imagining this, she smiled to herself. He feels it, too. Yes! I'm not alone. I didn't just make this up in my own head.
Mia looked up to steal a glance at his beautiful face and the look in his eyes overwhelmed her. He was looking at her with everything she was feeling. She could feel the blood rush to her cheeks and knew she was blushing. He rubbed her arms, as if to calm her down, but she still couldn't breathe. She hid her face in his chest, hoping he wouldn't notice, wouldn't figure out that she didn't know what to do. She wasn't experienced like the other girls who were a few years older than her, girls like CJ. Girls who knew how to give him what he wanted. What he needed.
Schooner's arms tightened around her and he kissed the top of her head. There was something so personal and sweet in that, she thought. It wasn't that crazy groping thing most boys did. It was warm and intimate. It was real. It was theirs.
Mia looked up at him and he rubbed the tip of his nose against hers. She giggled at this unexpected and tender gesture. He smiled at her, that beautiful smile - his real smile and laughed.
"I think you've figured it out already?"
"Figured out what?" He's clearly giving me too much credit for knowing how all this stuff works, she thought.
"That I'm crazy about you." Mia felt the heat rising in her face and didn't want Schooner to see it. Burying her face in his chest, she thought, did he just say that? Really say that? Holy shit. Am I really not in this alone?
"Mia, look at me."
She took a deep breath and looked up, excited, fearful.
Schooner looked into her eyes. His eyes weren't lying. It was the look he had given her on the mountaintop earlier in the day when she thought, for a split second, he's going to kiss me. Tracing her cheekbone with his fingertips, he smiled and pushed her long curls from her face as he brought his lips down to hers, "Really, really crazy about you , Mia. I want to be with you all the time. I never want to leave you at the end of the day."
"Then don't," her heart was soaring. Every night when he'd left her room, she would throw herself down on the bed and grab her pillow alongside of her, wondering what it would feel like to have her head on his chest, feel his fingers in her hair. And now she could feel his lips smiling against hers at her words. Kiss me, Schooner, she willed. Kiss me. I. Just. Want. To. Be. Yours.
As if reading her mind, he took her face in his hands and softly kissed her. She couldn't help the "mmmm" that escaped from her throat. She felt his kiss everywhere. On her lips. In the tightening of her nipples. The tense ache gripping her between her legs.
She opened her mouth, letting his tongue begin it's slow exploration. She loved the way his tongue felt, slowly caressing hers, then coaxing it. She wanted him deeper in her mouth and threaded her fingers through his thick soft hair pulling him in, molding her body to his. I want you, I want you, I want you, her voice shouted inside her head, too shy to outwardly verbalize her feelings.
He pulled away and took a deep breath, a slow smile lighting his face. Reaching up, he grabbed the blanket off of her bed and draped it around them. Mia settled her head back onto Schooner's chest, trying to catch her breath and slow down the crazy beating of her heart. He kissed the top of her head again and she smiled. There was a sweetness to that gesture. A caring. And she loved it.
"Oh, Baby Girl," he sighed, "you have no idea of what you do to me."
"It's smoochal," they both laughed.
Mia snuggled her face deeper into Schooner's chest as he wrapped his arms around her tightly. Please let this be real, she prayed. Every day they had gotten closer and closer and she couldn't imagine what her days would be like if he was no longer a part of them, if she were just a substitute while CJ was gone. “Please don't let me fall alone,” was her last thought, as Mia drifted off into a fitful sleep.
Julie A. Richman - Bio
Author Julie A. Richman is a native New Yorker living deep in the heart of Texas. A creative writing major in college, reading and writing fiction has always been a passion. Julie began her corporate career in publishing in NYC and writing played a major role throughout her career as she created and wrote marketing, advertising, direct mail and fundraising materials for Fortune 500 corporations, advertising agencies and non-profit organizations. She is an award winning nature photographer plagued with insatiable wanderlust. Julie and her husband have one son and a white German Shepherd named Juneau.
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Goodreads Author Page: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6949287.Julie_A_Richman
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