Songs of Our Breakup (Playlist Book 1)
Published on August 22nd 2015
by Jay E. Tria
Genre: New Adult Romance/Chicklit
by Jay E. Tria
Genre: New Adult Romance/Chicklit
Synopsis
How do you get over a seven-year relationship? 21-year-old Jill is trying to find out. But moving on is a harder job when Kim, her ex-boyfriend, is the lead guitarist of the band, and Jill is the vocalist. Every song they play together feels like slicing open a barely healed tattoo.
Jill’s best friend Miki says she will be out of this gloom soon. Breakups have a probation period, he says. Jill is on the last month of hers and Miki is patiently keeping her company.
But the real silver lining is Shinta. Having a hot Japanese actor friend in times like these is a welcome distraction. This gorgeous celebrity has been defying time zones and distance through the years to be there for Jill. Now he is here, physically present, and together he and Jill go through old lyrics, vivid memories, walks in the rain, and bottles of beer. Together they try to answer the question: what do you do when forever ends?
Excerpt
Jill took one beer bottle and chugged, her eyes on the door again when Kim entered, trailed by a girl too.
She coughed out beer on the table, splashing Nino’s shirt. Nino didn’t seem to mind. Nobody did. Their table seemed as frozen as her lungs as Kim approached them, a stranger in tow.
Jill couldn’t see her, could not make out any details. Something clouded her eyes, and the familiar vacuum was in her ears. From somewhere far, she heard Kim speak.
“Scary crowd tonight. I hope no one’s drunk yet.”
“I don’t know. I think that might come helpful.” Nino had pressed Jill’s hand around a new beer bottle.
Kim said the girl’s name, and the girl said some things.
“You’re the girl from Math 100!” Son exclaimed. “Were we classmates from my first take, or the second one? Was that a June?”
The girl laughed. Already she was connected to Jill’s friends by more than Kim’s hand.
She coughed out beer on the table, splashing Nino’s shirt. Nino didn’t seem to mind. Nobody did. Their table seemed as frozen as her lungs as Kim approached them, a stranger in tow.
Jill couldn’t see her, could not make out any details. Something clouded her eyes, and the familiar vacuum was in her ears. From somewhere far, she heard Kim speak.
“Scary crowd tonight. I hope no one’s drunk yet.”
“I don’t know. I think that might come helpful.” Nino had pressed Jill’s hand around a new beer bottle.
Kim said the girl’s name, and the girl said some things.
“You’re the girl from Math 100!” Son exclaimed. “Were we classmates from my first take, or the second one? Was that a June?”
The girl laughed. Already she was connected to Jill’s friends by more than Kim’s hand.
“There’s a free table.” Kim spoke again, and said hand reached the girl’s waist. “We’re up in about an hour, guys. Nobody get wasted until after! Later.”
Jill kept sitting up straight, knowing Kim and his friend had taken the table just behind them. His voice still reached her in this vacuum, interlaced with the girl’s giggles, as Jill’s insides filled with dead air and her stomach shrunk in itself.
The vacuum broke, bile rising to her throat. Jill shot up and flew out the door.
Her sneakers pounded on the concrete. She made it past the queue of patrons outside, through the metal gate of the parking lot. Acid, air, alcohol, and whole peanuts spilled from her mouth to the gravel floor. She sunk on her knees, her hair on the stones, one arm wrapped around the clenching pain in her stomach.
“Up you go.” Miki took her arm and gently pulled, one hand running soothing circles on her back.
“I didn’t hear you come,” Jill muttered, staggering upright. “Go away, I’m gross.”
Miki turned her to him and wiped her mouth with the back of his hand. “There.” He smiled. “Clean as new.”
He towed her to his car, which was nearer the scene of Jill’s vomit crime, and they sat on the hood. Jill breathed in the cool air, the bitterness in her tongue aching for water. Darkness still clouded her eyes, cold sweat covering her arms. She blinked and waited for the colors to return.
She turned to Miki and concentrated on his face. Soon his image sharpened, the deep crease between his brows a curious contrast to the calm lines of his mouth.
“Do you wish you met Ana in Economics 100 instead of me?” she said, mouth dry and tasting of bile.
“Where’s that coming from?”
“She’s cute and perky and obviously socially adept.” Jill paused as she processed this. “She’s like the anti-me. That’s so strange. But then she’s also tall and skinny and she moves like a boy, like me.”
“Huh.”
“I never understood why you of all people never had a girlfriend. Or so you claim.”
Miki pulled out a clean handkerchief from his pocket and pushed it on Jill’s hand. “Sometimes girls can be very cruel.”
Jill took it, noting how old fashioned her best friend was, carrying a white handkerchief around, as the tears made a free fall down her cheeks.
“Boys too,” she murmured. She allowed Miki to pull her head down to his shoulder, so he wouldn’t have to see her noisy, ugly cry.
About the Author
Hi! I'm a writer of contemporary Young Adult and New Adult romance. These days I'm writing paranormal/fantasy too, and it's a fun exercise. I'm often inspired by daydreams, celebrity crushes, a childhood fascination of Japanese drama and manga, and an incessant itch to travel.
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Paper Planes Back Home
Published on February 21, 2015
by Tara Frejas
Genre: Contemporary Fiction, Fantasy, Romance
by Tara Frejas
Genre: Contemporary Fiction, Fantasy, Romance
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Synopsis
When
Gianna wakes up on a cloud, she is disoriented yet fascinated. She thinks she's
only dreaming until she gets a storm of paper planes—"They're thoughts of
people who remember," a man on another cloud tells her—each pleading for
her not to leave. The man tells her these planes are the key to get out of
there, and while she thinks it's hard to believe, she decides everything is
worth trying if it meant finding her way back home.
Excerpt
Skylar recognizes the grief,
the denial on the newcomer’s face while he watches her unfold each paper plane
and read the messages—the thoughts—sent her way.
“I need to go
back,” she murmurs, finally breaking the silence between them. “I can’t stay
here.”
“I tell that to
myself often,” he says. His tone is calm, as though already resigned to his
inevitable fate. And then he smiles. It’s the reassuring kind, one that makes
her smile at him in return. “There is always a way.” He takes a small step to
the side and glances behind him, jerks his thumb toward what she initially
thought of as a paper sculpture, and says, “Ride back home.”
Her eyes narrow in
curiosity. “What?”
“I’ve seen it
before,” Skylar says. He drops on his cloud and sits comfortably until he’s
poised to tell her a story. “There was an old man here. Sam,” he begins,
pointing to empty space to his left. It’s only then that she takes the time to
look around. Not that there’s much to see aside from the beautiful expanse of
blue hues as far as her eyes can see.
“Might’ve been
about fifty. Said he suffered a stroke while tending his garden.”
The brunette
stares blankly at the space Skylar gestured to, and then she turns to him.
“Where is he now?”
“He’s gone back
home.”
The look on her
face is quizzical.
“Home,” Skylar
says with a smile. “What do you think of when you hear the word home?
There is a word in
her head, just one. A name she doesn’t utter, but one that’s always brought
about a familiar, warm feeling—like gentle morning sunlight against her skin.
“Anyway. You’d be
surprised what those paper planes can do,” he continues. His voice is bright
and encouraging, and she wonders how he could be so. She has only been sitting
on her cloud for—How long have I been
here, again?—a short while, and she already feels miserable. She wants to
go back home. “That guy, he’s had
millions of paper planes fly to him every single waking hour . . . It was an
amazing sight, I tell you.”
“How long have you
been here?”
He stops, the
question taking away a shade of cheer from his face. He doesn’t seem to know
the answer either. “A while.”
“Why don’t you go
back home?”
Another shade of
cheer gone, and she feels sorry she asked.
“I don’t get
enough paper planes,” he replies with a shrug. There’s a short, uncertain pause
that transpires between them—one unsure if she should ask why, and the other
unwilling to reveal any more of his misery—before he finally says, “And that’s
that.”
Without warning, a
loud swishing sound is heard around them again, and a bunch of paper planes
emerge out of nowhere. Skylar only watches as they all fall on the other’s
cloud, and they exchange glances for a while. He sees the sorry flicker in her
eyes, and he smiles. “It’s okay.”
She seems
reluctant to unfold a plane, but when she looks back up at him, she sees a
paper plane drop on his lap.
The look on his
face is inexplicable.
“Someone thought
of you,” she points out, feeling an ounce of hope for this man in front of her.
Skylar swallows a
lump in his throat. Could it be—Jeannie,
have you found me? He unfolds the paper plane quickly, brows knitting
together when he sees a handwriting he couldn’t identify.
Be strong,
soldier.
About the Author
Author Links
Tara
Frejas is a cloud-walker who needs caffeine to fuel her travels. By day, she
works in project management and events, and she writes down her daydreams at
night. She began publishing fiction for public consumption in 2004, posting her
pieces on various online channels like fan forums and Blogspot, eventually
exploring other avenues like Livejournal, Soomp!, Tumblr, and most recently,
Wattpad.
Aside
from her obvious love affair with words and persistent muses, Tara is very
passionate about being caffeinated, musical theatre, certain genres of music,
dancing, dogs, good food, and romancing Norae, her ukelele. She owns a
6-month-old male bunny named Max who sometimes tries to nibble on her writing
notes.
Paper Planes Back Home is her first novel.
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