My
#RomanticIdea for this summer
I
love the beach and for me there’s nothing nicer than walk along the beach with
my feet in the water, listening to the sound of the waves crushing along the
shore, and my loved one by my side – hoping to spot a dolphin.
~~ Little Beginnings ~~
by
Iris Blobel
“I
suppose it doesn’t hurt to dream sometimes.”
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BLURB ♥♦♥
A blind date that doesn't happen might lead to love.
After her divorce, Jeri Belmont moved to Hobart and now runs a successful art gallery. When her niece sets her up with a neighbour, Jeri expects a blind date like the many she’s had. But she never expected her date wouldn’t even show up because of her age. Despite feeling unjustly judged, when she unexpectedly runs into him again, she finds it hard to ignore Ely’s charm.
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MEET THE AUTHOR ♥♦♥
IRIS
BLOBEL
Iris Blobel was born and raised
in Germany and only immigrated to Australia in the late
1990s. Having had the travel bug most of
her life, Iris spent quite some time living in
Scotland,
London as well as Canada where she her husband. Her love for putting her
stories
onto paper has only emerged recently, but
now her laptop is a constant companion.
Iris resides west of Melbourne with her
husband and her two beautiful daughters.
Next to her job at a private school, she
also presents a German Program at the local
Community
Radio.
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EXCERPT ♥♦♥
Jeri Belmont checked the time on her watch. It was twenty past
six, and they’d
agreed to meet at six.
He was
late!
Steaming inside, and less than impressed
by her blind date, she took another sip of the Chardonnay as she gazed around
the restaurant. Everyone was engulfed in their conversations, but occasionally
one of the patrons glanced at her. She shrugged it off, confident in sitting on
her own in the town’s most elegant restaurant. What she couldn’t shrug off, though,
was her date being late.
She drank the last little bit of her
wine, paid, and left. A deep disappointment settled in the pit of her stomach,
surprising her, because it hadn’t been the first time she’d been on a blind
date that ended with the guy not showing up.
She suppressed a groan as she thought of
the man she’d met only a few weeks earlier. Admittedly, he’d been nice, but not
at all what he’d pretended to be in the details she received from the “Your
Future Heart” agency.
Yet, this rejection hurt inside. Olivia
had told her so much about her neighbour, and she’d trusted her niece when
she’d assured he’d be there.
Olivia was Georgia’s daughter. Georgia
was Jeri’s cousin, but to avoid confusion they all agreed on Olivia being her
niece. Jeri loved Olivia like her own daughter and had often babysat her when
she’d been younger. They’d been to movies, concerts, and Jeri had even been
along to one of her niece’s trips to Melbourne to visit Olivia’s best friend
Mia, who had moved across the Bass Strait.
As Jeri walked down the streets to her
car, she replayed her conversation with her niece in her mind.
“How are your blind dates going?” her
niece had asked as she came into Jeri’s gallery a couple of days ago.
She’d shrugged. “I have a winner’s luck
getting hooked up with all the duds in town.” Jeri remembered hesitating,
contemplating whether to speak the words in her head. Was she destined to live alone
after her divorce? She
wasn’t looking for the man of her dreams, just companionship. Someone to go out
with once in a while.
Someone to share her day’s highlights or
nightmares with.
“You should meet the guy from next door,”
Olivia said. “He’s like sex on legs.
Honestly.”
Jeri let out a stifled laugh. “Listen,
sweetie. I’m in my late thirties, good looking for that age, but sex on legs?”
“You just wait and see,” Olivia said as
she looked at her watch. “Anyway, I’d better go. I’ll give you a call tonight.
Prepare yourself for a nice night out with my neighbour!”
That had basically been it — she’d been
set up on a blind date without actually agreeing to it. In hindsight, she knew
she should’ve called it off, but deep inside, she’d hoped for a nice evening.
She’d been most certain that none of Olivia’s friends were what she was looking
for, but then again, she didn’t even know herself what she was looking for.
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