Profile (Social Media
#5)
By @JAHuss
Publication Date: October 22, 2014
Novella (approx 90 pages)
Adult Contemporary Romance
Currently on SALE for .99 cents!
Synopsis
All the best fairytale princesses have the most horrific pasts. Mine just
happens to be more horrific than most.
Fantasizing over Vaughn Asher was a dream. Meeting Vaughn Asher was a
fairytale. Loving Vaughn Asher was my downfall.
The past is always there. Waiting. Waiting to expose you. Waiting to ruin you.
Waiting to take you back.
Sometimes not even a prince can save you.
Profile Excerpts
Excerpt 1
The shouting starts as I exit, but I just flip my sunglasses down
and push right through them. I’ve been doing this for twenty-seven years. Some
encounters have been more stressful than others, but I’m not the kind of movie
star who punches out photographers. They are making a living. Yeah, they are
parasites who make a living off me, but fuck it. I really have no beef with
them. In fact, most of them are nice when they’re not stalking you.
But then I see that bitch from Buzz Hollywood. She steps right in
front of me and sticks that microphone in my face. “What will Jasinda think
when she finds out you’re cheating on her?”
I actually stop to laugh. Ray grabs my forearm and tugs, trying to
get me moving again. But I shrug him off. “I hope,” I tell the reporter as I
look her in the eye, “she feels ashamed of herself. Jasinda”—I am facing the
camera now, so I address her directly—“you’re a lying bitch. If you’re even
pregnant, I’m up for a DNA test any time you are. I have a wife now and her
name is Grace Kinsella-Asher.” And then I turn back to look at all of them as
they hover close behind me. “And now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get her
a coffee and a muffin. Blueberry,” I add. “Grace likes blueberry. And she likes
iced tall sugar-free caramel, nonfat, light ice, Starbucks double shot on ice.
At least”—I stop to have a chuckle—“when she has money on her Starbucks app,
she does.”
“Does she have money on her app, Vaughn?” a reporter from an
internet blog asks me.
He’s nice, and funny. And never too serious about what he prints.
“Her coffee worries are over, yes.”
Now they chuckle with me and I turn away and start walking down
the street to the Starbucks. Half of them follow, but they stay behind me. Like
a little train of leeches—annoying, but harmless.
See, this is how you handle the media. You don’t have to give them
what they want, you just have to give them something they can use. Now they
have two factoids about Grace to run with. Tomorrow everyone will be drinking
that coffee concoction and the blueberry muffins will be sold out.
The day after tomorrow, they will be after the personal details of
someone else and no one will give a shit about us until the next movie comes
out, or I get nominated for an award, or Grace gets pregnant.
God. that makes me smile like an idiot and when I look over at
Ray, he’s shaking his head. “What?” I ask him.
He holds up a hand. “Nothing.”
We turn right at 16th Street and head down towards the Starbucks.
“But,” he continues, “you have a stupid grin on your face. And if
I didn’t know better, I’d say you are in love.”
“I am in love.” I let out a breath. “I love this girl. I’m gonna
marry her again and get her pregnant, and spend the rest of my life bossing her
ass around and pissing her off.” I glance back at Ray. “She likes it. But she
also likes to fight it.”
“Mmm-hmm. If you say so, boss.”
Excerpt 2
I stand at the top of the landing, watching Conner make his way
through the crowd of police and witnesses, and just as he opens the door to
exit the building, a familiar dark-haired girl gets up in his face.
She’s one angry chick. Her manicured finger is pointing, her
sensible nurse shoe is tapping, and her electric pink scrubs make her very hard
to ignore. Even for Conner, the master at indifference.
He stands still for a moment as the girl says something, and then
he turns and points straight at me.
And that’s when I see her face.
Bebe Chambers.
She actually pushes Conner out of the way, almost mows down a
uniformed police officer, and heads straight for the stairs.
I look over at that asshole detective to see if he’s gonna stop
her, but he’s sporting a smug smile. OK. Here we go. My very first in-person
meeting with Bebe the BFF and it’s not gonna be pretty.
“You,” she accuses me loudly. Loud enough to make people stop
talking. “You are the reason she’s gone.”
I walk down the stairs slowly and put on my movie-star smile.
“Miss Chambers. It’s unfortunate that we have to meet under these
circumstances—”
“Oh, no,” she says, putting her hand up as I reach the bottom of
the steps. She’s tall. A lot taller than Grace. And she’s seething. “You do not
get to pretend like we are meeting under normal circumstances, Mr. Asher.” My
name comes off like an insult. “My best friend was fine for ten years and you
come along and rip her life apart in a matter of weeks. If something happens to
her, I will—” And then her eyes well up and tears burst forth. “I’ll… I’ll make
you pay somehow. If she’s hurt. If that freak has her again. If you did
something to her and dumped her body—”
“Whoa, Bebe. You can’t really believe that I’d hurt her?”
“I really can, Mr. Asher. I read that spread about you in that
magazine. They paint a pretty convincing picture of a sociopath.”
“Socio—” I can’t even say the word. “Look, Bebe. I love her. I
realize we’ve had an unusual start to our relationship, and I understand that
there are some very unique problems we have to work through. But you can’t
really think I’d hurt her.”
“Then where is she?”
“I don’t know.”
“Her entire Filthy Blue Bird account is gone from Twitter! Just
gone! She was on there for years! And now it’s gone!”
“Miss Chambers, is it?” That asshole detective appears by her side.
“We’ve contacted the corporate office and we’re trying to retrieve her account,
if that helps. We need to make sure there’s no more incriminating evidence
against Mr. Asher before we allow it to be deleted. Come, have a seat over here
and let’s try and piece together what might’ve happened.” Bebe is led off and
takes a seat on the couch I slept on last night. I follow them, but the
detective stops me with a hand. “You stay there. I’d like her opinion without
your interference.”
Interference? Now I’m interference?
Excerpt 3
I reluctantly admit, that girl in the movie is my Grace.
“Vaughn,” Felicity says as she places a gentle hand on my
shoulder. “We’re gonna find her. Just write her a nice message in case she has
a chance to log in. If he deleted her account, then maybe she’ll have an
opportunity to get to that computer.”
I nod at her and take my attention back to the secret accounts we
made. I pull up the pictures we traded. Naked selfies. This makes me smile at
the memory. It was only a couple weeks ago, but I feel like she’s been a part
of my life for ages. I feel like I’ve known her forever. Like our souls are
connected by some ethereal string that was stretched taut from our absence. But
the moment our eyes met back in Saint Thomas, we reconnected. We were pulled
together by the forces of a long-lost love.
I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life for this girl. I feel
like she is my soulmate.
My fingers find the keyboard and I try to put that into a tweet.
Try to give her hope with a few words and some well-placed hashtags.
Master
@mrinvsman
There’s no possible way I won’t find you. Our hearts are tethered
by love & fate. I’m tugging on that string - feel me? #OnMyWay #Soulmates
I press send and hold my breath, hoping against hope for a reply.
But the minutes tick off and I get nothing. Just nothing.
My phone rings and jolts me out of my funk. “Vaughn Asher.”
“Mr. Asher, this is Detective Torrino. We’re suspending the
search. Grace Kinsella just called Channel 9 and stated she’s accepted a job in
Singapore that was offered to her in Vegas last week in order to get away from
you.”
Singapore. “Well, how the hell do you know that was her?”
“She confirmed her social security number, her childhood address,
and her bank account number. He best friend Bebe Chambers confirms it was her
voice.”
“So? My daughter can get that information. That’s not a
confirmation of identity. And maybe she’s being forced to say those things? How
about a picture? How about a FaceTime? How about you ask her to log into her
other Twitter account and read the message that’s posted there?”
“The case is closed, Mr. Asher. We’re satisfied she left of her
own accord.”
“Maybe she’s being threatened?”
“I asked her—”
“You can’t ask her, Torrino. If she’s being told to say something,
then she’s going to deny it. And that wasn’t the job she was offered—”
“We’ve shut down the case, Asher. You can appeal to my boss if you
like.”
I’m just about to protest again when the line goes dead.
“What just happened?” Conner asks.
“They shut down the fucking case. They say she called them and
said she’s taking a job in Singapore to get away from me.”
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Home
the FINAL book in the Social Media series.
HOME (Social Media #6 – FINAL BOOK)
By @JAHuss
Publication Date: November 5, 2014
Novella (150 pages)
Adult Contemporary Romance
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Synopsis
I just want my Grace back. I want the girl I found sending me
dirty tweets on Saint Thomas. I want the girl who reluctantly gave in to my
charms and let me boss her around. I want the girl who sent me to my knees and
made me imagine what her fairy tale would look likewith me in it.I just want to
move on.I want to plan the future and think about kids and preschools and
college funds. I want everything she ever wanted, and I want us to make it
happen together. But the media needs more from us. More dirt. More pain. More
payment for past transgressions.You can’t change the past. And even though
Grace is ready to put her demons to bed, mine are just starting to get
restless. Because when you’ve silenced as many enemies as I have, you know that
secret won’t stay buried forever.
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About the Author
J. A. Huss likes to write new adult books that make you
think and keep you guessing. Her favorite genre to read is space
opera, but since practically no one reads those books, she
writes new adult science fiction, paranormal
romance, contemporary romance, urban fantasy, and books about
Junco (who refuses to be saddled with a label).She has an undergraduate degree in horses, (yes, really–Thank you, Colorado State University) and a master’s degree in forensic toxicology from the University of Florida. She used to have a job driving around Colorado doing pretty much nothing but shooting the breeze with farmers, but now she just writes, runs the New Adult Addiction and Clean Teen Reads Book Blogs, and runs an online science classroom for homeschoolers.
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