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Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Shadow in Glass with J. Rose Alexander...



***Blurb***

Every little girl dreams of waking up a Princess… 
…the reality, Carrie finds out, isn't exactly a fairy tale. 

Carrie Whitmore, aspiring journalist, wakes up after a building collapse to find herself in a world where she is a spoiled, bratty princess engaged to a self-indulgent egomaniac. She has no college education and no friends at all. Carrie finds out that "she" wants nothing to do with the crown after the death of her brother and is happy being bitter, cruel and reclusive. 

But that's the old Princess Barbara, lost in the tragic accident that slipped Carrie into the Princess's life. Carrie must change the way the people of the Nation perceive her. Her journey to learn who she is in this new world and to deal with the twists and turns of her unwillingly adopted life will change her perception of everything and everyone around her. 

And maybe, just maybe, she'll get the fairy tale princess ending every little girl dreams of. 


***Excerpt***

“Dad, I’m sure. There were too many people around for him to be serious about it.” Carrie sighed into the phone.
“Barbara, he directly threatened you,” Richard stated. There was undiluted anger in his voice.
“Dad, I know. But trust me. If anything out of sorts happens at all, I will immediately take action against him. We had a really good two years, and I thought I was doing the right thing by holding on until we could end it peacefully. He’s just not the guy I thought he was. And I guess…I knew that all along.” 
“Well, you’ve done really well this far, so I guess I can trust your judgment on this,” Richard said. “What’s on the schedule for tonight?” 
“We’re just going down to the local bar for a few drinks. After the fun in the student center, I just don’t feel like dealing with tons of people.” She saw Maryann, Emma and Sierra waiting for her, and remembered the question for her father. “Dad, it’s my year to bring Maryann for Thanksgiving. Emma took her first year, and Sierra had her last year. This year is mine, and she’s probably going to want to bring her boyfriend if he doesn’t have somewhere to go.” 
“You know it’s a standing open invitation, darling,” he said. “But she’s standing there near you and you still want to hold on to the illusion in the house as long as you can.” 
Carrie laughed. “You know me well, Dad.” 
He laughed on the other end. “All right, darling. It’s fine with me.” 
“Thanks, Dad.” 
“Be careful, Barbara.” 
“I always am, Dad,” she answered. “You do the same. Talk to you tomorrow.” 
“Barbara?” he asked. 
“Yes, Dad?” 
“I love you, darling.” 
She smiled at the phone. “I love you too, Dad.” 
“Talk to you tomorrow.” They said their goodbyes, and Carrie finally ended the call. 
“Aw, Carrie wuvs her daddy,” Emma teased, elbowing her. 
“Aw, Maryann and Terry are coming to Thanksgiving with me,” Carrie countered. 
“You got your dad to agree to me?” Terry said. 
“Sure, he wuvs me,” Carrie answered, batting her eyes. 
“She’s the epitome of a daddy’s girl.” Sierra laughed. Carrie gave her a look to kill, but that only made Sierra laugh even harder. 
“There’s a joke there we’re not getting,” Emma said. “Consequently, you suck and we’re leaving without you for the bar.” Emma swung her purse up on her shoulder and started walking toward the bar without them. 
The group of students headed after her. Kevin ran after her to catch up and walk with her. Terry and Maryann walked just behind them, while Sierra and Carrie hung back. They were completely surrounded by Emma’s sorority sisters and some of Tony’s frat bothers, though Tony was nowhere to be seen. Fernando and Jason, who were some of Terry’s best friends, were there as well. 
Carrie found it was an interesting change to not have Tony butting up against her constantly, trying to kiss her or grabbing her inappropriately in public. She didn’t mind the dirty suggestions whispered in her ear, but trying to act them out right then and there got on her nerves. At least now she wouldn’t be teased all night. 
Still, despite their last argument, she didn’t really hold any ill-will toward him. They had a lot of fun for two years, and she would always try to remember it well. She hadn’t seen him since the student center, and Fraust wasn’t necessarily unhappy about that. The lieutenant was still not pleased she didn’t want to pursue charges after he’d so loudly threatened her in public. 
When they finally got to the bar, they went to the usual bar area for the Nu crowd. The bartender was a Nu alum from the school herself and she always kept the tables open for them until about ten in the evening. So their crowd made sure they got to the sprawling bar by nine-thirty if they were going. There were two main bars in two separate rooms, and then off of those were four additional small rooms, with tables and a dance floor. They had two DJs who spun every Friday and Saturday, one R&B and Rap, one rock and techno on the other. Nu was more partial to the rock, so they had their usual spot on that side. 
Carrie always started the night with a round on her. Since she couldn’t join the sorority, but they were nice enough to let her, Sierra and Maryann hung with them without question if it wasn’t an official function, she treated them. She was about to sidle up to the bar for the usual, when Sierra cut her off. 
“My turn.” She smirked. She turned back to the group, and called, “I have something to celebrate, so first round is on me!” 
“Oh, you just so upstaged the wrong person.” Carrie laughed. 
“Yeah, right.” Sierra waved her off. 
“Watch these people,” Carrie teased, “they drink you out of a thousand bucks in a night.” 
“I know, I’ve helped.” Sierra laughed. She turned to the bartender. “Beers for the table, please.” 
The bartender started pouring and Sierra’s tab wound up with about thirty-five beers on it. She paid with the shiny new Yancey Home card she’d finally gotten in the mail two days before. It was a personal account that Carrie had Danielle set up for Sierra, and the only person it had to be accounted to was Danielle and the accountant. Carrie laughed. “So the beers really are on me.” 
“Shut it, your Highness.” She stuck her tongue out. Grabbing a beer, Sierra turned around to face the rest of the group. “This summer,” she yelled over the din, getting everyone’s attention, “I spent the two weeks in Bangladesh learning what true struggles to survive are, and watched as our own Princess rolled up her sleeves to administer medicine, change bandages, dig into the mud to provide shelter and comfort those who needed it. I witnessed in her a transformation that three years ago, no one would have believed. And when I returned, I was given one of the greatest honors I never dreamed I would, by being named to the Princess’s retinue as a Lady in Waiting. So, to honor her and the amazing person she has started to transform herself into, raise your glass with me.” Sierra’s beer glass rose into the air above her head. 
Carrie could barely contain her shock when she saw every glass in the bar, not just those in their group, join Sierra’s. She had to turn back to the bar and grab her beer, so she was able to compose herself a moment before turning back to the group. 
She turned back and Sierra looked straight at her. “To the Princess!” 
The entire bar cheered back, “The Princess!” 
Sierra clinked her beer against Carrie’s and took a huge swig. Carrie managed a sip, as she heard all the glasses clinking in the bar. Emma, Jason, Terry, Maryann and a few others also came by and clinked hers and Sierra’s glass. Carrie managed a few more sips, then had to put the beer down for fear of dropping it. 
“I need some fresh air,” she managed to mumble to Emma before stumbling for the door. She popped outside and trotted down the wall a little way, to lean against it. She took a few deep breaths and crossed her arms over her stomach. She felt very strange at that moment. Those people hadn’t known the princess was in the room. They hadn’t known she was watching. What they’d done, toasting her so enthusiastically was because they wanted to, not because they felt they had to. This was completely and utterly surreal. She was just starting to get used to the idea of being a princess, three years on, and suddenly she was being toasted. 
Carrie left the wall and wandered through the cars for a moment, stopping to lean against the SUV there. She tried to calm herself down a bit more. She scrubbed her face, trying to get rid of the cold sweat and glanced in the side view mirror to make sure she hadn’t smeared her makeup to hell. 
Her brother stared back. 
Her breath rushed out of her chest and she felt dizzy all over again. She reached for the glass, studying the shadow of Edward that was there. He looked shocked as her hand approached him, but a moment later he reached up and touched the same place on the glass she did. 
“Eddie,” she whispered. 
She saw him mouth her name. 
“I miss you, you jerk,” she whispered. 
Miss you too, potato face. 
She felt tears in her eyes. “Why did you have to leave me?” 
I could ask the same thing. 
She stroked her thumb over his forehead. “For God’s sake, will you get your damn hair cut?! Mom would lose her shit…” 
Eddie in the glass clearly laughed and understood her. She hates it! 
“I don’t know where you are, or what you’re doing, but I hope you’re okay...” 
I am. He heaved a sigh. I hope you are too.  
“Very.” She smiled. She felt a sob burst from her chest and screwed up her face. “Shit, Eddie.” 
I know, bugger. I know.


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***Bio***

Author of “The Faction Stories”, a few poems, a whole lotta superheroes, J. Rose Alexander is real life persona of Katherine Rhodes. She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and four cats. Chatter box, compulsive writer, bon vivant, stunt commuter, and a ninja in her dreams, J. Rose enjoys losing herself in the capes and masks of her superheroes and is always on the look out for a new adventure, on the page or in real life. She invites you to join her on all of her adventures:
https://twitter.com/JRoseAlexander J. Rose also writes erotic adult romance under the pen name Katherine Rhodes. She invites you to find out more at her page



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