Title: Out of Nowhere
Author: DL Gallie
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Tash Drake, Outlined with Love Designs
Editor: Karen Hrdlicka, Barren Acres Editing
Publication Date: March 24th, 2018
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DL Gallie is from Queensland, Australia, but sheâs lived in many different places all over the world, including the UK and Canada. She currently resides in Central Queensland with her husband and two munchkins. She and her husband have been together since she was sixteen, and although they drive each other crazy at times, she couldnât imagine her life without him.
Shortly after her son was born, DL began reading again. With encouragement from her husband, she picked up the pen and started writing, and now the voices in her head wonât shut up.
DL enjoys listening to music, drinking white wine in the summer, red wine in the winter, and beer all year round. Sheâs also never been known to turn down a cocktail, especially a margarita.
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The door has just closed behind me when I see the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Sheâs walking down Main Street and I immediately notice her. How could you not? She is absolutely stunning. Sheâs wearing a yellow sundress. Her red hair is half up and half down and itâs blowing in the wind. Never have I seen someone so breathtaking. She went into Tiffâs and I decide to head there myself; after all Tiff makes the best muffins in three counties. Itâs time for my afternoon coffee break and a guy has to eat, thatâs what I tell myself as I walk across the street. In truth, I want to see this beauty up close and in person.
Walking in, my eyes immediately find her in the back corner boothâ¦my back corner booth, I think to myself as I walk further inside. My eyes are steadfastly locked on her as I head toward the counter. Iâm not looking and donât see Jolene coming in my direction; her arms full of orders, we collide with each other. The plates she carries go flying and shatter on the floor with a loud crash.
âChase, Iâm so sorry,â she says as she drops to her knees to start cleaning up the mess. Tiff appears and begins to berate Jolene for being clumsy, again. Jolene isnât cut out for waitressing, but Tiff is too kind to get rid of her. Before I have a chance to say anything, the hottie Iâd come in to see is on her knees helping Jolene clean up. My mind immediately imagines her leaning forward, unzipping my slacks, and her pert, pouty lips wrapping around my cock. My deviant thoughts are thwarted when I hear her voice, laced with anger say, âIt wasnât her fault. This guy here wasnât watching where he was going and bumped into her.â She pauses and looks up at me. âYou can always help clean up the mess you made,â she sassily says, her eyes shooting daggers at me.
âExcuse me?â I growl, no one speaks to me like that.
âYou heard me, grab the broom from the lady there and help us clean this up,â she responds as she picks up a broken plate and places it into the bin that magically appeared.
âDo you know who I am?â I ask, shocked that someone would speak to me like that.
âI donât care if you are the president, you will help clean up the mess that you caused.â
Everyone around us gasps. No one has ever spoken to me like that before, and with this one conversation, this little spitfire has piqued my interest. Turning around, I grab the broom from Tiff and begin to help sweep up the mess. Within a few minutes, the debris is all cleaned up. Grabbing the broom from me, she hands it back to Tiff before she makes her way back âmyâ booth. I watch her walk away, while everyone in the cafÃ© has gone back to his or her business. Shaking my head, I continue to the counter and order my usual. While I wait, I stalk over to the woman who has garnered my attention. As I sit across from her, I stare at her. I donât think I have ever been drawn to someone like I am to this woman. âWell, arenât you a little spitfire?â
Her head pops up from the book she is reading and her cobalt blue eyes glare at me. âExcuse me?â she says.
âI didnât stutter. I said you are a little spitfire.â
âDid you just quote Major Payne to me?â
Shaking my head, I laugh that she picked up on the movie reference, not my questioning. âWell, I guess I did.â Putting my hand out, I say, âChase Archibald, nice to meet you.â
She hesitantly looks at my hand before placing hers in mine. Her hand is soft and delicate, compared to mine. âHi, Iâm Emerson,â she replies, immediately withdrawing her hand as if touching me will cause her to catch some horrendous disease, or worse, man germs. She drops her hand back into her lap and goes back to reading, effectively dismissing me.
Never has a woman acted like this around me, usually they fall at my feet, begging me to give them the time of day. This girl intrigues me. âSo, to what do we owe the pleasure of your company here in Nels Cove?"
âWell, Iâm trying to read while I wait for my late lunch.â She pauses, looking over at me before sassily adding, âbut some arrogant ass keeps interrupting me.â Lowering her gaze back to her book once again, she ignores me.
âIf you want to see my ass, you just have to ask,â I smugly reply. Her head shoots up and once again she is casting daggers my way. Winking at her, I smile before adding, âSo, apart from wanting to see my ass, Iâll ask again. To what do we owe the pleasure of your delightful company in our little town?â
Putting her book down, she stares at me and sighs. âYouâre not going to go away until I answer your questions, are you?â
Shaking my head from side to side, I confirm, âNope.â Flashing her a smile, I wink at her. Again, she rolls her eyes, but Iâm sure I see a hint of interest flickering there. This woman in front of me intrigues me, even though sheâs being blasÃ© and kind of rude, Iâm fascinated with her.
âNot that itâs any of your business, but Iâm on a road trip,â she huffs. âI was just passing through, but it's so pretty here Iâve been here for a week now and I think I might stay a while longer.â
Her response puzzles me. How has she been here a week and Iâm just meeting her now? A newbie like her would normally send the gossip mills blazing. I want to know more, but the phone in my pocket vibrates. I dig it out and see that itâs a reminder for a conference call in ten minutes. Itâs a call that I had to reschedule and cannot miss. âWell, I guess you are saved by the bell. I hope to see you around, Emerson.â
âLucky me,â she sarcastically says. She picks up her book and goes back to reading, once again rejecting my advances.
Standing up, I walk over to the counter, grab my waiting coffee and head out. As I walk across the street, I glance over my shoulder and see her staring out the window at me. Lifting my hand, I nod my head, tap my temple, and salute her. From across the road, I can sense her blushing and I think to myself, Game on, Spitfire, game on.