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Genre: Chick Lit
About theoryoferinLocation: St. Cloud, Florida Home Region: Age:23 Website: http://erinfoster.webs.com Favorite novels: Looking for Alaska [John Green], To Kill a Mockingbird [Harper Lee], The Harry Potter Series Favorite writers: John Green, Stephen King, Charles Dickens, Sylvia Plath Favorite music: Anything. I'm so random with my music tastes... and usually lyrics don't distract me. Non-noveling interests: vlogging [http://www.youtube.com/theoryoferin], and livejournaling [http://theoryoferin.livejournal.com] |
Joined: October 1, 2006 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 81 NaNoWriMo buddies: 63
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Brief Author Bio: I've recently released my first book! Morphine Kisses: A short story collection about love, sex, and relationship taboos. Read about it at my website: http://erinfoster.webs.com or buy it on amazon! http://tinyurl.com/morphinekisses |
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Synopsis: Sunshowers in Bluebell Fields
Is it truly better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all? April Lowri, a student at the University of Greenwich, isn't willing to take the chance with her childhood best friend, Matt Parrish, to find out. After months of pressure from friends and family, April makes her decision final when she begins dating the post-graduate TA in charge of her "Gender, Race, and Crime" course, breaking Matt's heart. The relationship is fragile and all it takes before it's over is a single drunken whirlwind of a night before Vic disappears without a trace.
Will April's devotion to her coursework and her family be enough to keep her away from Matt until he vanishes forever, too?
Excerpt: Sunshowers in Bluebell Fields
April laughed and looked over at the table. “I’m purple, I messed up your perfect elephant ride party again, didn’t I?”
“It wouldn’t be up to me if the trunk caught fire,” Matt teased, patting her elbow gently with his toes. “Come together, right now. Over cake.” April hurried her way to the shining protoplasmic star, wiping her face with her hands as she walked. Matt leapt and pried* the room open and pulled out the chair from his pocket to sniff the head of the table. For her it was.
“Thanks,” April was a Magmar, sniffling and smiling up fire balls. “I really do hate you and your fertilized bullets, b t dubs.”
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