| Excerpt from No More Roller Coaster Rides by Kat Walker |
| Deja sat on the chaise lounge staring out of the window. Her favorite talk show host, Oprah, was doing one of her infamous makeover shows. Any other time Deja would have been watching intently, but not today. Her mind was elsewhere. The sun shone through the window and was warm on her face. She glanced over at the skimpy, red sundress lying on her bed. What in the hell are you thinking? she asked herself. Tyre... A slight grin spread across her face as thoughts of the previous night invaded her memory. She had been sitting at the bar at Serendipity, a swank, but mellow sportsbars, sipping on Amaretto and relaxing from a long day at work when Tyre spotted her. Serendipity, Deja's favorite hangout, was always a welcoming friend when she needed to get away from the chaos that seemed to envelope her at times. However, as much as she enjoyed hanging out at Serendipity, in the course of the past year or so it had also become a source of anxiety for her. Tyre O'Brien owned the place and when his eyes met hers she quickly turned away. But it was too late. Tyre was heading toward her, a gigantic smile on his face. It was the same smile that turned her legs to jello whenever Tyre was in her presence. It was for this reason that Deja had almost driven past her cozy spot and gone straight home. "Hello, Deja." "Hey, Tyre," Deja replied a little too quickly, failing the attempt to keep her composure. She couldn't control the irresistible urge to look Tyre over from head to toe. The brother is too fine she thought to herself. Tyre was immaculately dressed as always. He was wearing a black and white pinstriped suit that fit him perfectly as if it had been tailored exclusively for him and black, wing-tip shoes that had been buffed and polished. Deja had never been able to resist a well-dressed man. Tyre was no exception. And it didn't hurt that he was handsome. His thick, black hair was an ocean of waves and Deja longed to run her fingers through them; to kiss his perfect lips. Deja chastised herself for having such thoughts. Tyre was an old family friend. Not to mention she'd despised him when they were growing up. So why did he arouse such emotions in her? And why did she succumb to them? |
| Chapter 1 Deja |