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NEW RELEASE! A Pre-Date Encounter & Giveaway!

Published January 6, 2013 by ellenheights

Finally, my sparkle story A Pre-Date Encounter has been released! To celebrate, I’m giving away TWO books to TWO winners! Leave a comment to be entered, and you can get A Pre-Date Encounter and Three Men and a Christmas Goddess for free!

I shall dub today Snippet Sunday! Here’s a sneak-peak at what’s to come:
















Copyright Ellen Heights 2013, A Pre-Date Encounter.

When I got home from work, I flicked on the light and dumped my bags by the door. I took a quick shower, and at eleven thirty, stuck noodles in the microwave before eating them over the sideboard. Tonight had been a late one at work, and I was ready to settle in for the evening. Being twenty-two, this was my first “real” job with a publishing company on Baker Street, and I’d been trying to make a good impression.

I checked my phone and, unsurprisingly, there were no texts other than the one yesterday from my service provider. I threw the phone on my lumpy couch, then went to the kitchen and tossed my empty bowl in the sink. Fuck men, I thought; who needed call backs anyway?

I kicked off my comfortable work shoes then tugged off my blouse and vest before peeling off my tights and slipping my skirt down. I put on my old Iron Maiden T-shirt and slipped into bed, grateful for the cool sheets against my skin after a long, hard day. I’d been packing up mail to send out for marketing purposes, and I’d given myself more paper-cuts than I had gotten as a child making Christmas cards.

It began to rain. Soon the wind picked up and rattled my little single-glazed window. I stared into the blackness, seeing only the reflection of myself and a mirror-world version of my room. I admired my long hair and combed my fingers through it, rain pattering against my reflected face like teardrops.

Suddenly a thought came to me, causing my heart leap and begin thumping hard. I hadn’t checked my emails. Sitting on the bed, I flipped open my laptop, logged into my email account, and, as if in answer to a wish, one was waiting for me.

It was from the dating site.

I was a little dissatisfied with the male sex right now, so I’d figured I’d try a new strategy. This dating site was my solution, I was sure of it.

I’d loved scrolling through profile after profile, picking and choosing the men who attracted me. This stuff was like a catalogue arranged just for me.

Better still, it was full of the type of men I was most interested in–older men.

I sucked in a deep breath, tucked my hair behind my ears, and clicked open the email. It was the guy I was really hoping to hear back from. His email said:

Hi Amy!

Thank you for your message. I’m flattered you wanted to talk to me. To answer your first question, yes, I do have some pretty appalling tastes in music. I apologise for writing the names Black Sabbath and Fleetwood Mac together on the same page; it was naughty of me. Hopefully you can forgive me.

To answer your second question, the answer is yes: I’d love to meet up with you.

So, Amy, here’s the real question: How’s tomorrow for you?

I let out a little squeal of delight as I read it. Tomorrow, he’d said! So he was mature, funny, decisive, and prompt. So far, so perfect.