Christina Thompson – Their Rigid Rules – Virtual Book Tour
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Their Rigid Rules Excerpt #1 Short version
“You win.”
In shock, Stuart stared through the crack. No! It was not supposed to go like this. Joe turned to her. He questioned her statement, too.
She continued. “I thought Stuart was my one. Maybe I’m wrong.”
No! You’re not wrong! I am the one! Every cell in his body wanted to rush into the room. He gripped the doorframe to stop himself. He didn’t want to hear anymore, but he couldn’t move. Joe gaped as well.
“Are you supposed to be my one, Joey? We’ve been through so much together. I’ve always thought of you as my best friend and brother. Our love is deep and strong. It’s good and pure. Nobody could ever break that. That’s why I’m wondering if you really are my one. You’ve heard Mom’s stories about the chemistry of love and what it’s supposed to be like. Is that us?”
Stuart couldn’t breathe. He and Taylor had chemistry. She didn’t feel it, too?
“Maybe that is us. I’ve loved you my whole life,” Joe replied.
Stuart felt a knife slowly breach his ribs and pierce his heart as Taylor leaned over and kissed Joe. It wasn’t a peck either. The pain froze him as if ice encased his body. Still, he couldn’t turn away…
Their Rigid Rules Excerpt # 2 Long version
TAYLOR WALKED TOWARD THE END of the bar and saw Eva in her seat next to the professor. She grimaced at her sudden twinge of jealousy. Talking to people, especially guys, came easy to Eva. Once, she had Eva teach her how to flirt. It came off embarrassingly fake. As a result, she left the hair twisting and eyelash fluttering to the pros, like Eva and Cindy. Taylor loved Eva like a sister so why would she care that men liked her better? She had her plan, and she’s only talking football, and, jeez, he’s her professor. She sat on the other stool closest to the TV. Looking back at her, Eva grinned. Frowning, Taylor switched their beer mugs and averted her eyes to hide her hurt feelings.
Eva laughed. “Settle down,” she whispered to her. “I’m going to give Joe hell for making us watch on this tiny screen. He just walked in.” She leaned closer. “He’s all yours.”
Stunned, she choked on her mouthful of beer. Was she that easy to read? Sips from now on, she told herself. Don’t make a fool of yourself in front of your professor. Dr. Morgan moved to Eva’s stool to be closer — to her or to the TV? God, she needed to calm down. Blowing out a breath, she pushed her mug away. She tried to focus on the game.
“I hope the coach told special teams to stay in their lanes. I don’t want to get burned again like last week,” she said.
“Hey, you want another pitcher?” Johnny asked, already grabbing the empty one.
“Coke for me. I have class tomorrow, and the professor has me taking a ton of notes,” she replied with a smirk.
“Make it two,” Dr. Morgan said to him. He grinned and leaned toward her ear. “I heard he likes giving essay tests, too.”
She smiled at the intimacy. His warm breath on her ear made her body rigid with awareness. She didn’t dare lose herself in his gaze. After the game, she grabbed her bag and jacket. Dr. Morgan followed her out the door. She zipped her jacket against the chilly afternoon. All of the leaves had turned brown and created a wet, slippery layer across the sidewalk. She walked with care.
“Are you on campus?” he asked beside her.
“Yeah, Burke’s Hall. Where are you staying?”
“The guest apartments for visitor speakers and professors who want to stay on campus.”
“I’m going that way, too,” she said, secretly happy to be with him a little longer.
