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The Write Man for Her

By: Christie Walker Bos | Other books by Christie Walker Bos
Published By: Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc.
Published: Jul 05, 2007
ISBN # 9781419909542
Word Count: 96,489
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Categories: Romance>Contemporary

Description
Blush: This is a suggestive romance (love scenes are not graphic).

Work, work, work. That's how Jessica Anne Singer has dealt with the loneliness since her divorce. Except for her squawky cockatiel, Merlin, Jessica hasn't had a date in years, but all that's about to end. Jessica's best friend, Cath, has decided that Jessica needs to meet her dreamy online professor, Brant Wilson.

Creative writing professor Brant Wilson is intrigued by one of his online students, Jessica Singer. She seems more worldly than most of his students and has a penchant for arguing with him over just about everything, which he finds oddly enjoyable. But when she asks to meet with him in person to discuss her grades he immediately refuses. He never meets with his students face-to-face. Never.

Undeterred, Cath hatches a harebrained plan to find the reclusive professor. When the plan actually works, Jessica uncovers the real reason the professor doesn't meet with his students. Stunned by her discovery, Jessica must decide if she'll listen to her head or her heart when it comes to determining if Professor Brant Wilson is the right man for her.

 
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Excerpt:
An Excerpt From: THE WRITE MAN FOR HER

Copyright © CHRISTIE WALKER BOS, 2007

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

The Wednesday evening chat session was only a couple hours away and Jessica couldn’t sit still. While working on her novel in her head, she cleaned the bathroom, rearranged the six items in her fridge and ate three spoonfuls of peanut butter right out of the jar. “Eating Rice” had been chosen as the sacrificial lamb for the evening’s discussion and after missing two Wednesdays in a row due to business meetings with clients, Jessica had to admit—if only to herself—that she had been looking forward to resuming her sparring sessions with her professor. But now that the chat session was going to be centered on her story, she was almost afraid to log on.

With the other two chat sessions she had attended, she had made sure she was well prepared. She enjoyed the mental sparring that took place with her professor. The fact that she could say whatever she wanted without being distracted by body language or raised voices made her feel safe. If she allowed herself to think about it—which she rarely did—she did want to meet this man. She sensed they were making a connection, but were limited by the electronic medium through which they conversed.

She had already written him into her novel, making him the knight, of course, who would rescue Lady Anne and save the day. He was beginning to show up in her dreams as well, erotic, sexual dreams, from which she awoke hot, wet and restless.

What she wanted more than anything was his approval of her writing. She was dying to show him the novel, but was afraid his criticism would squelch her enthusiasm. She wondered how someone she had never actually met could both inspire and frighten her at the same time.

She found that all she wanted to talk about was his class, his lectures, his eyes, his assignments, the protracted arguments they had shared during chat room sessions. Even though Jessica wasn’t ready to acknowledge her feelings to Cath, her friend had picked up on the fact that something was there, something that hadn’t been there before. Something worth pursuing.

On the way home from work, Jessica had picked up sushi, rice and two large silver cans of Sapporo Japanese beers in honor of her story. When Cath knocked, Jessica leapt up and ran to the door, tripping over her discarded high heels in the middle of the room. Between gulps of beer and forkfuls of rice, Cath discussed their strategy and reread Jessica’s story out loud so they would be prepared for any questions. At ten to seven, they polished off the last of their beers and turned on the computer.

“I think you should stay in the background during the session if you can. Your comments should be short. Make him want to know more. Make him want to talk with you in private later over a cup of coffee, maybe,” said Cath, thinking out loud while Jessica signed into the chat room. Three students were already there and as soon as Jessica signed in, she began getting comments.

“Loved your story, J.A. Did this happen?”

“No comment,” Jessica replied.

“Nice imagery with the food. Had to take a cold shower.”

“Obviously from one of the male students,” snickered Cath.

“Did you write this? It sounds familiar,” wrote a Margie Strous.

“Jealous?” asked Cath, talking to the monitor.

Professor Wilson signed in at seven and got the session going with a little commentary on the work. “I chose this story for tonight’s discussion for a number of reasons. It had good descriptive passages that gave you a clear picture of what was going on in the mind of the protagonist, the plot or story line in this little tale kept you interested, and it stood out from the rest by venturing into the rich world of erotic literature, if somewhat tentatively. Let’s open the chat room discussion with a few words from the author, J.A.”

Jessica wasn’t ready to review her own work and turned to Cath in a panic. “What should I say?”

“Divert the question. Say something like, ‘Thanks for choosing my story for tonight’s discussion, but I’m more interested in hearing what my peers have to say about it’.”

Jessica typed in Cath’s response and hit SEND. The screen erupted with a flurry of activity—questions and comments flying back and forth. Professor Wilson didn’t get a word in all night. Jessica tried a couple of times to redirect questions to the professor but inevitably a fellow student would fire off an answer faster. The session went on longer than normal and by eight-thirty, Jessica felt drained.

“That was a waste,” she sighed as the session ended.

“No it wasn’t,” said Cath with a smile. “It went exactly as planned.”

“It did?”

“Yes. Answer me this. How do you feel right now?”

“Tired, frustrated, drained,” said Jessica.

“Perfect! And I bet our little professor is feeling frustrated, too. I’m sure he’s dying to talk to you in person since he couldn’t talk online. Send him a separate email, expressing your frustration at the way the chat session went, and see if he suggests you meet to discuss your work further. I bet this will work,” said Cath with confidence.

Jessica clicked on the email icon and began composing a short note to the professor.

Dear Professor Wilson,

While I was pleased that you chose my short story for the session tonight, I was a little disappointed that there wasn’t enough time to get your insights and comments on my work. The comments of my peers are nice, but it’s your feedback that I find most valuable…

“That last part is good—stroke his ego a little. Very nice,” commented Cath, as Jessica read the email out loud.

“Should I sign it J.A. or Jessica?”

“I think it’s time to drop the J.A. I don’t understand why you used it in the first place,” Cath said before taking another mouthful of rice from the takeout container.

Jessica typed in, Sincerely, Jessica Anne and hit SEND.

They both just stared at the computer monitor, waiting for a reply. After nothing happened for five minutes, they began clearing away the remains of their takeout mess.

“I guess we were a little optimistic to think he’d be online right now and would answer you right away,” said Cath a nanosecond before the computer pinged to let Jessica know she had mail.

Both women flew back into the living room, stumbling over each other. Jessica grabbed the mouse and clicked on the new email.

I would be happy to discuss your work in more detail. Would you like to set up a private chat?

Professor Wilson

“A private chat?” moaned Cath. “That’s just lame. Email him back. Say, ‘How about a chat in person over coffee?’”

“I can’t say that. It’s too forward for me.”

Cath looked at her hard and pointed at the keyboard. “Type.”

Jessica sent out the next message already knowing what the answer would be.

Ping.

He replied instantly. Jessica opened the new email.

I’m sorry, Jessica. That would be impossible. Let me know if you are still interested in an online chat and I will set it up.

Professor Wilson

“Damn,” said Cath. “I thought we had him. He’s not going to cooperate, is he?”

“I tried to tell you,” said Jessica, her voice relieved. “So that’s it then.”

“You’d sure make a lousy detective—giving up after our first attempt. We’ve just started. This just means we’ve got to be more devious, that’s all.”

“How devious?” asked Jessica, wondering what her friend had in mind now.

“Just devious enough.”
Reader Reviews (1)
Submitted By: cherryblossom on Jun 19, 2009
I loved this novel. Incredibly touching, tender and sincere, this book had me gripped from beginning to end. The writing is peppered with a brilliant sense of humour throughout, so that the characters don't seem contrived or pitiful. A wonderful read.
 

The Write Man for Her

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