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On That Autumn Day Sample Chapter 

Chapter One

 Faith recovered her sweaters from storage. The weather turned cool and warranted an extra layer of attire. Autumn arrived with its gentle breezes, stormy days and earthy smells. When that time of year came around, people appeared to become more alive and delighted in the inconspicuous changes to the scenery. Faith hauled out her boots as well and set them up underneath her sweaters in her closet. She snatched her favorite sweater and jeans with a stylish-looking pair of boots to go with them.

 Today was the first day of the County fair and Faith wanted to take advantage of the beautiful weather. Faith visited the fair later during the day, expecting the crowd to thin out. As Faith ventured outside, it was a sight to behold. Marvelous shades of yellow, red and brown adorned the trees. The occasional pop of green peeked out with the delicate wind.

 Faith smiled to herself. She loved witnessing the transition to autumn. The colors that became visible mingled and played wonderfully with each other. It was as if Mother Nature had painted this magnificent work of art just for her. Faith checked her purse, ensuring she had everything required for her visit.

 “Keys? Check. Money? Check.”

 Faith closed her purse and walked to the County fair. She had a car, but the weather was charming, making it impossible to pass up such a great opportunity. Not to mention the fair wasn’t that far of a walk either. The sound of her boots hitting the ground and the stir of the leaves were melodic. She reveled in the adorable displays the squirrels provided along the way.

 The scent of fair food filled her nose and Faith knew she was almost there. With every stride, she drew nearer and soon the noises typical of a fair collected in her ears. Faith purchased her ticket and entered through the gate. It was busy, but the crowd was small.

 “Step right up! Are you the strongest man?” an announcer called. “Or woman?” he finished as he saw Faith pass.

 Faith shook her head at the announcer and his eyes flicked elsewhere. She continued pushing ahead, scanning for anything interesting to do. As she examined, she became satisfied to see that someone had taken the announcer up on his challenge.

 Faith came upon a game that piqued her interest, The Milk Bottle Toss. The booth attendant waved her on, and she accepted.

 “How much for a round?” Faith asked, gathering the cash for the game.

 “A dollar per round,” the attendant answered with her hand extended out.

 Faith paid the cost for the game and the attendant gave her three heavy balls. She had three tries to knock down all the bottles stacked in a pyramid formation. Faith hurled the first ball up and caught it in her hand. She wanted to test out its weight. When satisfied with her stance, she threw the first ball.

 “Missed! Try again,” the female attendant stated the obvious.

 Faith took another position and threw her second ball. She dropped her head at her misfortune.

 “You have one more shot left,” the attendant reminded.

 Faith became determined to knock down those bottles. Even if this stupid game WAS rigged. A body appeared alongside her, which brought her eyes to the person who owned it.

 “Before you throw, try this,” the man began. “Try throwing towards the bottom of the center row. Works every time for me.”

 It was the same man who had taken the Strong Man Challenge. Faith moved her eyes back to the bottles, and this time did as suggested.

 “SCORE!” Faith shouted and jumped for joy.

 The lights around the game itself flashed and a winning siren sounded. The man examined this petite, bubbly and bouncing woman and thought her attractive. She garnered a laugh from him.

 She had the prettiest shade of chestnut-brown eyes. Her hair was a brilliant chocolate-brown, with exceptional natural highlights that shone at the right angle. Her smile was breathtaking. It could make anyone smile, even on their lowest of days.

 “Congratulations. Pick your prize,” the attendant asked while showcasing a variety of prizes to choose.

 “I’ll take that one.” Faith pointed to an adorable-looking teddy bear.

 She received her prize and was still shocked to see the man had stayed.

 “Thank you for the tip.” She smiled.

 “You’re welcome. Figured I would help a damsel in distress.”

 “Damsel in distress, huh?” Faith questioned with an arched brow.

 “My name is Aaron.” He brought his hand out for a shake.

 “Mine’s Faith.” She shook Aaron’s hand.

 “You know, that’s an ugly teddy bear.” Aaron gestured to the bear.

 “I know. That’s why I picked him. He’s so ugly, he’s cute.”

“That’s different, but whatever blows your skirt up, I suppose.”

 “You don’t think he’s cute?” Faith shoved the bear in his face.

 “Upon closer inspection, he’s still ugly. But he’s growing on me,” Aaron chimed back.

 Faith grinned and felt the need to stay. The two strolled the fair, scouting out the games worth trying.

 “Oooooh, Ring Toss!” Faith scampered.

 Aaron followed close by and for the next several minutes, he advised Faith how to win at this game.

 “Chances of winning are slim here. The ring is slightly wider than the neck of the bottle, so it’ll hook around it. But because the ring itself is made of a thin plastic, it causes the ring to bounce off the bottle. So winning doesn’t occur often.”

 The man responsible for the ring toss frowned at Aaron, not satisfied with how he talked the game down and revealed its secrets.

 “I’ll still play it. Even if it’s fixed,” Faith added.

 The booth attendant handed Faith six rings not long after she paid the fee. One ring after another, they all bounced off, flying into different directions upon hitting the targets.

 “Oh well, it was worth a try.” Faith shrugged it off, knowing there to be truth to Aaron’s advice.

 “How about the Shooting Gallery?” Aaron pointed, where several players had gathered.

 “Sure!” Faith agreed and followed Aaron.

 When they reached the game, Faith pulled out the money for a round.

 “No, this one’s on me.” Aaron laid his hand on top of hers, preventing Faith from going any further.

 “Oh, thank you,” Faith stuttered.

 Faith and Aaron had fun going against each other to see who could shoot all the targets down first. Neither one of them won, yet they both came so close. Faith had three targets left and Aaron had four before the buzzer sounded.

 “How about we get some grub? I’m hungry.” Aaron fiddled with his wallet.

 “I sure could go for a corn dog and fries right about now,” Faith spoke and rubbed her hungry belly.

 “Coming right up. Stay here.” Aaron pointed to the spot where they were standing.

 He took off towards a food cart and later returned with what Faith wanted.

 “How much do I owe you?” Faith dug around in her purse.

 “Nothing. My treat.” Aaron smiled.

 The sun set and the crowd decreased. The air grew chilly, and the breeze had picked up as the day grew. They became tired with the traveling from game to game.

 “Hey! Why don’t we do the Ferris wheel?! It gives us a chance to get off our feet,” Faith offered.

 “Sounds great to me and my feet.” Aaron led the way.

 They boarded the ride and prepared for ascension. It was an open seat, so the wind still flowed in their faces. The higher and higher they went, the more picturesque the view became. The treetops were vibrant even in the night. They reached the top of the Ferris wheel and came to an abrupt stop. This startled Faith, and she jumped… directly into Aaron’s lap. The seat swung back and forth from the sudden stop. Aaron chuckled while an embarrassed Faith left the comforts of Aaron’s lap.

 The Ferris wheel moved again and Aaron broke the awkward silence.

 “I’m glad you thought of me as your knight in shining armor.”

 “Did not,” Faith spat.

 “Did too,” Aaron responded.

 “Okay, maybe just for a second. But that means nothing.” Faith huffed.

 Once at the bottom, a voice announced that the County Fair was closing for the night. Faith and Aaron walked together towards the exit.

 “I had a great time,” Faith admitted.

 “I did too,” Aaron confirmed.

 “I, uh. I’d better get going. I have to get up early tomorrow. New job,” Faith explained.

 “Ah, right,” Aaron trailed off in a soft voice.

 “Bye,” Faith sighed.

 She spun around on her heels and put one foot forward. Before she could go any further, Aaron’s hand grasped her arm and pulled her back and into him. His left hand gently caressed her face while his lips came in for a much-needed kiss.

 When they parted, Faith was teetering between two emotions. Shock and awe. Her face and eyes demonstrated precisely that. She pulled Aaron in for one more kiss, returning the feeling he put into his kiss for her.

 With that, they went separate ways and left in various directions. On the walk home, Faith’s mind was hung up on the events of the day, paving the way to that generous farewell. The air was becoming thick and dense, a sign that rain was about to give way.

 Faith sped up, expecting to make it back home dry and not soaked. The sky lit up with a majestic shade of nightly purple. Soft thunder crept through and rumbled the ground underneath her feet. Faith ran. Tiny droplets were hitting the ground with a small pinging noise.

 Faith could see her home, just a few feet more in the distance. She fled down her walkway and took cover in her front porch. Just as her keys came out with a jingle, the rain poured. She unlocked her door and slipped inside. She was beat from the day’s festivities and she didn’t even bother changing into her warm pajamas for the night. She drifted off into a deep sleep, with the soothing sound of the rain hitting her windows and the ground outside.

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Accidental Romance Sample Chapter 


 Ella paid no attention to the lecture in her class. Her mind became clouded with thoughts much too sensitive to talk about. At least to her. Home life could be troublesome occasionally. Her parents had good intentions for her. Many of the arguments were about her. Her parents had one thing in mind for her for future. Ella had different objectives she wanted to accomplish. She took this opportunity to jot down her goals on paper. The sound of her pen against the paper was the only thing she heard. Nothing else meddled with her thought process. 

 “Become a writer. By any means necessary,” she spoke to herself. 

 Ella loved to write. It was her passion. Even her literature teacher picked up on that. Ella excelled in writing to an exponential degree. Everyone admired her for her ability to take anything and create a fantastic story. Her niche was romance. She had a way with words to draw a person into the story.

 “Take solace in the little things. Don’t dwell on the bigger and grander things. They can steer you in paths unwanted.” Ella moved onto her next goal.

 Ella became enthusiastic about enjoying the little things in life. She took pride in them and sought them out regularly. Her style reflected this. She didn’t dress too flashy nor keep up with popular trends either. She dressed to her tastes and what made her comfortable with herself. This garnered the attention of someone she didn’t know even existed. 

 “Find love and happiness.”

 Ella sighed out loud. This would be difficult for her. She liked being alone and didn’t go out looking for attention from anyone. She liked being alone. She thought better that way. Everyone always branded her as depressed, which was not the case. She felt awkward around people and more comfortable on her own. Did this goal seem outlandish? No, just difficult, which was why it came last on her list.

 The school bell rang, bringing her attention back to reality. She placed her pen and books into her backpack, zipping it all the way. She folded her letter of accomplishments neatly and placed it in her jacket pocket. No one must know about this. Not even her parents. They would find a way to prove her goals asinine. They would go to great lengths to convince her that’s not where she should be. 

 She rushed out of class, heading for her locker to drop her letter off and pick up books for the next class. As she rushed through the sea of students, she accidentally bumped into someone. She didn’t lose her bearings luckily. 

 “I’m sorry,” a young man said, extending his trembling hand to Ella. 

 “It’s okay.” Ella took his hand and brought herself up. 

 She brushed herself off and politely nodded her head. 

 “Thank you,” she awkwardly spoke. 

 She quickly left, not giving the young man time to reply, which became a blessing in disguise to him – he felt awkward by the situation. A faint sigh of relief and a moment to breathe, the young man spotted a folded note. He picked the letter up and assumed it belonged to Ella. He shoved it in his pocket, hoping to gather the courage to confront her. 

 He was an introvert. And his name was Jon. He liked being alone, not being surrounded by people. It made him unresponsive to life when around too many people. Being at school was one of those places that made him a little uneasy because of the volume of people. But school was a necessity, there was no getting around it. The one thing that helped Jon cope with this was in fact Ella. 

 The first day Jon saw her, the environment didn’t affect him. Her presence alone became his cure. But not entirely though. He soon found that trying to approach her was still just as difficult as being around people in the masses. He realized how sad it was when you liked someone, but being so socially inclined that you couldn’t even say “hi” to a girl you liked. 

 Today, Jon would make sure things would go differently. He had something of Ella’s that needed to be returned; he had no right to keep it nor a need to. During lunch, he would find her and explain that she dropped it in the hall. Nothing more, nothing less. Nothing could go wrong, right? He needed to get through one more class, and during this class he would build up the courage to approach the girl he liked. 

 His science class was much too long. He became antsy in his seat, mentally keeping a countdown of the minutes and seconds till the bell rang. His teacher lingered on the subject of human biology while Jon’s thoughts trailed off on what his opening statement would be to Ella. 

 “Okay, class, I want you to take note that there is a test on Friday for everything we learned today,” the science teacher announced. 

 Groans from students rolled in through the class, causing the teacher to shake his head at the outcome. The bell rang and the stampeding feet of the science class bolted. Jon was the last to leave, feeling upset to his stomach. His pace was slow, but he made it to lunch. The cafeteria was bustling and the sounds of silverware echoed. 

 Jon saw Ella. She was in the corner eating by herself as usual. Her face was buried into her paper she vigorously wrote on. Jon gulped and set one foot forward. His knees knocked against each other. His stride was slow, but consistent. With each step he was growing very hesitant. 

 Jon reached halfway when he suddenly stopped. He couldn’t go any further. The hand that held the letter shook visibly. 

 “Shit, I can’t do it…”

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Christmas with a Stranger Sample Chapter

Chapter One
 It was close to Christmas and Deborah hadn’t anticipated on actually celebrating this year. Her family took off to the tropics to celebrate in a warm climate. They asserted that they needed a change from the normal tradition. Not Deborah however. She likes the cold because something about the frosty air makes it feel like Christmas to her. So she stayed behind. Christmas was nearing and it drove her mad. Of course, she could horn in on someone else’s Christmas, yet that wouldn’t feel right to her. She does know everyone in town and she’s sure they’d take her in a flash, but something about spending Christmas with loved ones just made it more special for her. This year her Christmas spirit was just dim, hell, nearly completely gone. She felt lost without her family. It even came to the point where she didn’t feel the need to decorate her home.

 Deborah drove on the snow covered road through town. It was lit up splendidly for Christmas. The twinkle of the lights reflected in the windows to the little shops. Toys of various kinds were gathered in the display windows, enticing the children and egging them on to bug their parents to buy it for them. It was a small town, very few people, yet that never bothered her. It was pleasant how everyone was so tight knit with each other. They knew each others names and welcomed everyone with astounding smiles. This was one of the numerous things that made this small town enchanting. She drove past a small section of empty land. Well, not empty now. It was a Christmas tree stand. More like an outdoor shop. Each Christmas tree was beautiful, majestic and full. They were lined up superbly, it was distracting. Yet the man who waited for shoppers was…

 “Oh shit!!!” Deborah shouted as she hammered on the breaks rapidly.

 Deborah swerved to abstain from hitting a dog pursuing a cat into another snow covered field. She ended up plowing into a tree, causing her airbag to explode in her face. She wasn’t going too fast, yet fast enough to cause some damage to the front of her car. Once the air escaped, all she could do was sit panting heavily and completely dazed.

 Suddenly, her door flung open and she was pulled out of her car. Deborah was leaned into the car while sitting on the chilly ground, still completely out of it.

 “Are you okay?!” A man asked apprehensively, touching her face, neck, shoulders and hands wildly.

 “I’m fine. A little dazed, but I’ll be fine.” Deborah rubbed her throbbing head.

 Once this man came into unblurred sight, she couldn’t breathe. It was the man who had distracted her in the first place. Gosh, he was even more beautiful up close! Dark hair, glasses that surrounded emerald green eyes, faded tanned skin and a wonderful oval shaped face. He seemed rather tall, yet he was crouching, so it was difficult to determine. The hint of pink in his cheeks from the cold nipping at him was perfect. He helped her up, allowing her to put her weight on him to guide her up. Deborah lost balance on a patch of ice and slipped. He caught her before her knees could buckle more.

 “I got you. I got you.” He said placidly.

His breath was visible from the cold air blending with it. Her eyes locked with his. She quickly peeled her eyes away from the sudden connection and attraction.

 “Are you hurt? Do you need medical attention?” He was exceptionally concerned.

 Deborah brushed herself off once he let go. The sound of her wool gloves brushing against her winter jacket had his attention. The townsfolk were watching and on standby, waiting for some signal to phone an ambulance.

 “I’m fine. I’ll just be needing a tow.” She gestured to the car.

 His eyes followed then went back to her. A delightful, delicate looking blonde with an elegant frame and adorable stature. Her eyes were an intriguing shade of Cognac brown. She grabbed for her phone and began calling the local tow service. She set out for the car to be reunited with her purse. All her valuable information was in it.

 “Thank you. I’ll be waiting nearby.” Deborah said to the person on the other end.

 She wiggled herself to generate more body heat. She rubbed her gloved hands together and immediately smiled at her savior.

 “Thank you for tending to me.” She nodded sweetly.

 “No problem.” He answered back. “I have to..” He pointed to his stand where customers waited.

 “Oh, yes. Don’t feel like you have to be by my side. You have a business.” She excused him cordially.

 He bowed quickly and scurried off. Deborah waited by her car for the tow service, which seemed like forever and a lifetime. Was the snow that bad that it caused traffic issues? She couldn’t help but take notice how sweet this man was, helping each family to locate their ideal tree. It was charming. Snow began to fall and cover the avenues once again. In any case, this man made this occurrence seem so exquisite, if that’s even a way to describe it.

 He sold a good chunk of his trees before business for the day went dead. Deborah was still waiting for the tow truck. She hadn’t even noticed the man slipped away while checking the time on her phone. Deborah glanced all over, inquisitive as to where he went. He came into sight, holding two cups of a hot beverage. She smiled to herself as he headed her way.

 “Thought you could use a hot beverage.” He said as he handed the foam cup to her.

 Deborah gripped it with both hands and nodded slightly. She sipped it circumspectly. It was hot cocoa. It slid down and warmed her insides pleasantly.

 “Name’s Tony.”

 “That’s a weird name for hot cocoa.” She chimed.

 “Huh? Wha? No-” He furrowed his brows.

 Deborah began laughing at his expression. She set her hand on his shoulder as she quieted down.

 “I’m joking. I know, it’s your name, not the hot cocoa’s.”

 Tony nodded and smiled as he returned to sipping on his cocoa.

 “Mine’s Deborah.” She smiled.

 They both drank down the cocoa as she waited for the tow truck. Time seemed to go faster now that she was preoccupied with an intriguing individual. They became acquainted with each other and carried on conversations.

 “So you’re new here?”


 “Sorta, huh? Well you’re either not or you are, you can’t be ‘sorta’”. She air quoted.

 “My mom would take me here from time to time when I was little. She wanted to live here, but her occupation was demanding, so we were pretty much stuck in the city. What about you?”

 “Me? Oh, I grew up here. So did my parents. We just don’t have the heart to leave this place. We have too many ties here to just up and leave. Plus, the people here are like family to us.” Deborah replied as she waved to Mary and her kids strolling by.

 “I think I see the truck.” Tony pointed.

 “Ah, yes. It’s about time.” Deborah blurted.

 Tony shot her a confused look.

 “Not that I wasn’t having fun. I was. Really. It was enjoyable.” She became flustered and spoke quickly. “Thank you. And I owe you.” She completed effortlessly.

 “For?” He was puzzled.

 “The hot cocoa.” She smiled.

 Deborah waved bye and set out for the truck before allowing him a chance to reply. He chuckled to himself. He spun around and stationed himself back with his lot of trees. He watched her from his stand as she climbed into the cab of the tow truck.

Once in the tow truck, Deborah felt sad. She’d be returning to a forlorn house. No fun, no laughter, no nothing. It was rather disappointing. She looked out the window and watched as Tony appeared smaller and smaller with distance that grew.