Welcome! Indie Author Excerpts is a feature allowing indie authors the chance to showcase one of their books and allows readers to find their next favorite story. Each week, an indie author gets to promote a 1-2 page excerpt of their book here at The Bawdy Book Blog. This is a win-win for everyone! This feature was inspired in part by Indie Author Spotlight, a meme hosted by Beckie @ Bittersweet Enchantment and CYP @ A Bookalicious Story. [indie-author-excerpt] We sit at a table in the back. I head for the corner seat and so does Gabriel. Propriety wins, and he pulls the chair out for me. He orders a latte and asks me if I want to share a muffin. I’d share anything with him right now. “So, tell me something.” He gouges his fork through the colossal blueberry cake. “Like what?” I take a sip of cappuccino. “Something about you. I know you sing in the choir and that you like aliens.” He smiles, revealing a sliver of inner lip stained blueberry purple. “You read about composers, and I guess you’re Catholic, being at St. Bridget’s.” “Um….” I take a moment to collect my thoughts, to quash the impulse to tell him I think I’m an alien, to resist the urge to ask him if my being a Catholic schoolgirl is the only reason I’m here. Although the idea of fulfilling some sordid fantasy of his doesn’t sound too bad. Bobby socks and pigtails? For Gabriel, I’d do that. “I used to play piano,” I say. “How far did you get?” “Twinkle Twinkle.” He laughs, and the tension keeping his shoulders bunched seems to drain, letting him slide lower in his chair. “You going to study music next year?” I stab a blueberry with my fork, hoping they won’t become permanent fixtures in the wires on my teeth. Gabriel doesn’t say anything, his expression clouded by ineffable emotion. “Sorry, did I say the wrong thing?” “No, it’s just….” He slurps up latte and licks froth from his upper lip dusted with the shadow of stubble. Damn, he’s gorgeous. “I’d love to study music, but….” “But?” “My father doesn’t approve.” “But you’re like the next Ashkenazy!” “I’d rather be the next Horowitz.” He fiddles with his serviette, shredding the logo printed on the corner. “So, what are you going to do, then?” “Engineering, probably.” He doesn’t look happy about it, and I don’t know him well enough to press the issue. “I’m thinking of doing a BA.” “Bugger all?” He grins. I snort my coffee and cough up a blueberry. So sexy. Don’t think I’ve ever laughed this much with anyone, let alone a guy. “Is that what they call it?” “So I hear.” He takes another bite of muffin before pushing the plate and last few pieces across the table to me. “I’d love to do astronomy, it’s fascinating, but I suck at actual science. I’m good at history and languages, though.” Don’t want to sound like a complete idiot in front of Mr. Academic Colors here. “So BA history, then?” “Anthropology, maybe.” “You want to study people?” He seems surprised. “It might help me understand why we’re all so messed up.”
About the Author
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Suzanne is a tattooed storyteller from South Africa. She currently lives in Finland and finds the cold, dark forests nothing if not inspiring. Although she has a Master’s degree in music, Suzanne prefers conjuring strange worlds and creating quirky characters. When not writing, she teaches dance and music to middle schoolers and entertains her shiba inu, Lego.
Suzanne is represented by Jordy Albert of the Booker Albert Agency. She is also the publicity manager for Entranced Publishing.
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