The Creatively Green Write at Home Mom: 2/9/14

I added a little more mascara, pressed down on the perfume bottle to let out a fine mist near my neck then left the room, grabbing my purse and a thin coat on my way out.

The sight that awaited me in the hallway literally took my breath away.

Alex was leaning against the jamb of the front door with a thoughtful expression on his face, shifting his motorcycle keys from one hand to the other. It was true that even in the baggy pants and washed out t-shirts he usually wore he could turn the head of any girl he passed. Now, in black jeans and a black shirt with its sleeves rolled up to the elbows, he might have been sin made flesh, so that even I couldn’t pretend not to notice.

Trying my best to ignore the knots in my stomach, I raised my nose and tried to look decisive as I approached the door. Getting closer, Alex looked me up and down carefully, his eyes lingering eventually on the hem of my outrageously short dress.

“Princess... I think you forgot the bottom half of your outfit.”

“Don’t bother me.” I said, in what I intended as the verbal equivalent of swatting a fly. When I got outside, I rushed to meet Bethany and Paolo, who were standing by the car looking annoyed at being kept waiting.

“It's about time!” Beth pointed a threatening finger at me. “We’ll enter a new geological era waiting for you.”

“It looks like it was worth it. Sasha, my dear, that's a dangerous combination...” Paolo hugged me so that I left the ground just a little.

“Thanks, sugar.” I laughed and gave him a wet kiss on the cheek.

“Hey, I don’t want to panic anybody...” he whispered in my ear, “but there’s some big strange guy standing over behind you. He’s looking in our direction and seems kinda mad. Friend of yours, maybe?”

I glanced over my shoulder and saw Alex standing not far from us, his hands in his jeans pockets.

“Ah, that’s my socially inept cousin. Ignore him.”

“I don’t think he likes me. Should I be concerned?”

“Oh, don’t worry, Alex is harmless. He just looks weird.” I whispered, then called out, “Alex, this is Paolo!”

He just nodded and went on glaring at Paolo, who’d started to bicker about something with Bethany. Since they weren’t paying close attention to me, I took the opportunity to walk over to Alex and take him by the arm.

“Behave. Paolo’s my old friend. Not an assassin or anything like that, so stop looking at him like you’re going to slaughter him and eat his insides.”

“Your wish is my command... Princess.” he smiled sarcastically.

“Stop calling me that.” I hissed, “You’re doing it on purpose to annoy me, right?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Oh, I wonder...” I turned and approached the passenger door of Paolo's car. “Let’s get going or we’ll be the last ones there.”

“Sasha...” a deep, commanding voice came from behind me.

I glanced in Alex's direction and saw him turn his eyes from me to the bike, then back again. I imagined telling him to fuck off, but I knew very well that it would only be a losing battle and a waste of time. Forcing a fixed smile, I went over to Paolo who’d already sat down in the driver’s seat.

“I’ll go with Alex, if you don’t mind...”

“Well... no, it’s fine. See you in front of the club then.” he replied, obviously a little confused.

I flashed a wide smile at him and, feeling annoyed, walked over to Alex, who was sitting astride his bike, carefully following my every step.

“Get dressed.” he gestured towards the coat over my arm and handed me a shiny new pink helmet.

”Yes, daddy.”

Perfect Opposite

Zoya Tessi

Genre: YA/NA contemporary romance

ASIN: B00HNF3ZV6

Number of pages: 260

Word Count: 91000

Cover Artist: Deranged Doctor Design

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Book Description:

Their wishes were simple and modest. Fate had other things in store though, and she can be a real bitch sometimes.

- All he wanted was to get the job done and somehow to endure those long months playing nanny to a spoiled little rich girl. Without strangling her with his bare hands in the process. Well, it is going to be much easier said than done.

- All she wanted was to escape the past and live like any other nineteen-year-old girl. Her plan definitely didn’t include the arrogant, tattooed savage, with his awful mohawk hair and lack of social graces, whose only mission was to stick real close and mess up her life.

But, people aren't always what they seem to be, are they?

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About the Author:

A teenager in an adult’s body. A rebel in the guise of an ordinary citizen. A lady with very unladylike language. A dreamer with a rational mind. A woman born into the wrong era, she still believes that chivalry’s a feat to define the perfect man.

Zoya spent years doing volunteering work all across Europe, from cleaning school basements in Northern Russia to excavating Stone Age artifacts in Euskadi (the Basque country) and renovating castles from the middle ages in Southern France. She always dreamed of working with ‘Doctors without borders’ somewhere out in Africa, but ended up doing an ‘ordinary job’.

Her greatest passion is devouring each and every book that comes within her reach.

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