Is This Seat Taken? E-Book

Kate Russell

• Herausgeber: Kate Russell Books
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

Jules Russo's childhood wish finally comes true when Adam Blake asks her out. Her new date may not live up to her preconceived thoughts--he may just be more. Who knew that saving seats, peanut butter and jelly, and street signs could lead to forever? Is This Seat Taken? is a sweet college romance: 12,600 words.
 

Leseprobe

Is This Seat Taken?

Sweethearts of Sumner County, Volume 2

Kate Russell

Published by Kate Russell Books, 2013.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

IS THIS SEAT TAKEN?

First edition. November 15, 2013.

Copyright © 2013 Kate Russell.

ISBN: 978-1497727199

Written by Kate Russell.

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

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Dedication

Is This Seat Taken? (Sweethearts of Sumner County, #2)

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About the Author

 

For Hayley, who insisted I finish this story, or else.

Cover design by The Black Humor Fairy Cover photography by Shangarey Photo provided by Bigstockphoto

Sweet College Romance: 12,600 words

I knew spring had arrived because of the grape juice.

During winter, the grape juice in the plastic communion cup I tossed back every Sunday morning was icy, sweet, and delicious. During summer, it was warm and sour. This morning, the grape juice was tepid, at best. If I hadn’t already seen the daffodils and Bradford pears blooming as I entered the church building, this would have clinched it.

I must have made a disappointed face. My mother, knowing my passion for anything Welch’s, gave me an annoyed look, as I passed her the silver tray. “Julia!” she murmured in a no-nonsense voice that intimidated me when I was ten. At twenty-one, it was still effective.

I went back to thinking about Christ’s suffering on the cross, how He died that we could live. I had already broken off my piece of unleavened bread, and as I had chewed, I had thought only of His broken body. I had had only good intentions when I lifted the cup up to my lips. It was Jesus’ blood, and not to be taken lightly. And then it was tepid.

Sighing, I closed my eyes, and tried to focus better. This was why we all gathered together, to remember this last supper. To partake in it every Lord’s day, with fellow Christians. I knew all of this. And yet, I was having a hard time. I prayed silently to God to forgive my wandering thoughts. I started to tack on a P.S. about future grape juice temperature, but decided not to push my luck.

At least I had remembered to write out my contribution check earlier. Lately, since I had been so scattered, I did good to write it out as they were passing the contribution tray down my pew. Did I sign it? I quickly turned it over, and reassured myself one more time. I placed the check face-down in the tray, and passed the tray to Mom. I used to fold my contribution check twice, but my brother-in-law, Shane, complained about having to unfold all of those checks when he and the other men were counting the contribution.

I glanced up and saw Adam Blake standin [...]