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The First Days (As the World Dies #1) Boy Meets Boy

Bryony was snuggled up in Coralee’s arms. The sight made me teary-eyed. How would it work? We would see each other one weekend a month? Talk on the phone? Those relationships don’t seem possible.

Tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow she would play for real. She was going to drive full force into the game, have a staggering good time, and kick the nasty Darcy habit for good. She fell asleep with the ticklish thought of Mr. Nobley’s smile.They met when two large groups of friends bumped and merged at the college carnival fundraiser, Fifty Acres of Fun! Somehow Jane got strapped together with perfect-stranger Josh and semiacquaintance Britney in the ‘Drop ‘n’ Swing, only the drop function malfunctioned, and the three of them hung facedown, harnessed to the tip of the twelve— story steel tower for fifteen minutes. Britney went nuts, cussing at the scrambling carnival workers, red faced, spit falling 150 feet. When Jane told her to take it easy, Britney’s angry fear knew no bounds. She unleashed her longshoreman vocabulary on Jane and Josh, which made them laugh so hard that when the sudden, stomach-prying drop finally occurred, they had no breath to scream.

The Nightlife: New York ( The Nightlife #1)

So potent was the bond formed at 150 feet, it took Jane three months of inept kisses and conversations poking at subjects of minimal philosophical depth (But really, Jane, think about it—if libraries close at nine P.M., how will the nocturnal underprivileged ever advance? I mean, think about it!) to finally say,We should probably just break up.JANE TOOK THE MORNING SLOWLY, as all Regency and recently scorned women must. She lay on her stomach in bed, sticking her feet in the air with pointed toes, taking comfort in feeling girly, and played with her cell phone. With that device in her hand she felt an uncanny thrill of power, a time traveler gifted with secret future technology. It was a weapon, and she had questions to attack. Still, phoning Molly felt too scandalous, too rule-breaking and she was determined to dive into Austenland headfirst. But a brief email to her journalist friend felt just fine:

Are You Afraid of the Dark?

Hey chica, Need bckgrnd chk. Martin Jasper, Bristollll/Sheffie/Sheffielllld. Ald. Alsoso Henry Jenkins, Brighton. Miss you. This place bizarre and fun. WIls place bizarre and fun. WIl hv stories to tell. J. A peek at her in-box reminded her how piteously dull real world can be, so Jane began to play Bubble Master, an addicting strategy game for long subway rides. She had not been at fifteen minutes (with a record high score of 582 points!) when maid came barging in for their daily round of strapping-Jane-into-her-corset. Jane thrust the phone under her pillow.The gentlemen were not present to break their fast. With just three ladies clinking the flatware and chewing honey cakes and current cakes, the breakfast room was tense.

Sir Templeton was not feeling himself last night, said Aunt Saffronia, her eyes flicking from plate to Jane and back to plate, so Mr. Nobley offered to accompany him to see an apothecary in town, and Colonel Andrews went as well, having some business to attend to there. They are so attentive, such honest, caring lads. I shall feel their loss when they leave.

I feel it today. Miss Charming pursed her lips. Eating breakfast with no gentlemen and that Heartwright girl poaching on my men—this isn’t what I was promised. She looked at Aunt Saffronia with the eye of a haggler.I wanted you here so you could help.

Actually, I believe you wanted me to protect you from the Pembrook Phantom.Maybe. She tried to sound cheeky, but truthfully she really didn’t appreciate him throwing around words like phantom while she was in a dim corridor looking for a secret passageway. Her goose bumps were getting goose bumps.

Sanctuary of Roses (Medieval Herb Garden #2)

Then she felt it—a kind of knob, hidden in the wainscot. She flicked it with her finger. The wall at her back swung in.She almost fell back again, but Eddie grabbed her arm and pulled her upright. His wide eyes took in the room behind her.

See? See? I’m not completely crazy.Not completely, he whispered and went in, his hands together as if he were entering a holy sanctum, or perhaps Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory. Charlotte followed. The door shut behind them, making them both jump.

It does that, said Charlotte. But I don’t like it that it does that. In fact, I wish that it wouldn’t do that. I really wish that it— She shut herself up because she realized she was rambling, and she realized she was rambling because the secret room did in fact exist. Which also meant …Charlotte met eyes with the sofa. That is, if the sofa had eyes, she would have met eyes with it. As it was, she just had the creepy sensation that it knew she was looking at it. Which of course it didn’t. It was just a sofa, after all. A sofa that seemed to have eyes, and if it did have eyes, it would be glaring—kind of smugly. A smug kind of glare.

She was still rambling, even in her thoughts.Shut up, Charlotte, she told herself.

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