Monday Moonings is a weekly meme here on my blog featuring new books or authors, but mostly self-published authors. 🙂
Hi guys! Happy Monday! Today, our spotlight is upon author Nikki Van De Car and her first book “One Week”, published by Booktrope Editions. Check out the blurb and an excerpt below. Personally, I like the synopsis, and I’ll be adding this to my TBR file. that ever growing pile! lol.
Title: One Week
Author: Nikki Van De Car
Publisher: Booktrope Editions
Published on: July 31, 2012
Reluctant celebutante Bee had everything that second tier fame could offer—and hated every bit of it. In search of an identity of her own, not some media creation, she takes off from LA with nothing. Bee discovers that one week can change everything. She may even have a chance at love. But is it real or just another illusion?
Jess gives me a quick smile, and after a moment I smile back. “This got really heavy really fast,” he says. “Perils of late night conversations.”
“Yeah,” I agree, like I have so much experience with them. “Do you think you can get to sleep?”
As I ask the question, there is another stream of curses, punctuated by more breaking glass. Jess grimaces, and shakes his head. “I doubt it. You?”
“Not a chance. I’m not really a very good sleeper under the best of circumstances.”
Jess stretches out on the bed and looks up at the ceiling. “Well, what do you do when you can’t sleep?” he asks, yawning.
Um. “I, uh, make up stories about my stuffed animals,” I say, embarrassed.
Jess laughs. “Really? That’s what you do?”
“It’s from when I was a little kid,” I explain defensively. “I get really bored.”
Jess sits up against the pillows and folds his legs. “So tell me one.”
I shake my head.
“Come on,” he says. “What else are we going to do?”
I can’t just think of one on the spot like this. That is, I guess that’s what I always do, but I feel like such an idiot. I can’t believe I told him that. I wrack my brain for a moment, then settle on an old favorite.
“So Piglet and Mr. Spectacles decide to rob a liquor store…” I start.
“That’s the kind of story you used to tell yourself to get to sleep?” Jess asks when I’ve finished. “No wonder you’re an insomniac. It’s Toy Story meets Reservoir Dogs.”
“Someone should pay me the big bucks to write the screenplay,” I agree.
Jess snorts. “Yeah, right. With Christopher Walken as Mr. Spectacles. You had some messed up stuffed animals there, Bee.”
I nod sleepily, and glance at the clock. It’s after 4 a.m. I let out a yawn, and stretch my arms behind my head. “Your turn,” I say, and lie down on the bed. “Tell me a story.”
“Oh, I don’t think I could top that,” Jess says drily.
“You don’t have to,” I say, flapping a hand at him. “I know it’s impossible. Just do the best you can.”
Jess’s story isn’t nearly as well-plotted or evenly paced as mine, nor are the characterizations as precise. In fact, it’s kind of boring. I feel my eyes start to droop closed, and while I still hear his voice, I’ve lost track of what he’s saying. I drift in and out, not really asleep, but not really awake either. I feel Jess shift around in the bed, and I murmur a bit about going back to my room, but he shushes me. Which is good, because I really don’t want to move.
I’m half-dreaming, but I think I feel Jess’s hand on my hair and shoulder, brushing it gently. I wonder if I should pull away. I wonder if I want to.
And then a car alarm goes off outside the window and I jump and Jess sits up and the moment is over. Which is probably for the best.
Neither of us can get back to sleep after that, and we just kind of chat about nothing until the sun starts to come up. We look out the window, watching the darkness get grayer, and I realize I’ve never seen the sun rise with anybody else before. It seems like it should be significant.
Well, that car alarm certainly had a bad timing! lol.
About the Author
Nikki Van De Car is a first-time novelist, and she is addicted to Skittles. It’s a problem.
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