CHRONICLES OF A LINCOLN PARK FASHIONISTA
by Aven Ellis
Genre: Chick Lit
~ SYNOPSIS ~
Recent college graduate Avery Andrews is ready to begin a new life in the big city. She’s landed an apartment in Chicago’s famed Lincoln Park neighborhood–and has her eye on the cute commodities trader just a floor above.If Premier Airlines knew about her fear of flying, they never would have hired her to be their marketing assistant—but it’s not like Avery wants a lifelong career. Right now she simply wants a job to pay her bills…and fund a few little shopping excursions, too.
Her new lifestyle comes with a price tag, as Avery is not only faced with paying a ridiculous rent but finds she’s perceived as one of the vacant, husband-hunting fashionistas who live in the area. Avery resents this stereotype—so she doesn’t want a lifelong career, and she loves fashions she can’t afford, but that doesn’t mean she is empty-headed and spoiled, does it?
When an opportunity to participate in a documentary at work arises, Avery finds a two-fold solution to her problems. She’ll earn extra money for it, and the documentary will show her as a serious career woman, enabling her to shed that husband-hunting fashionista label for good.
When the camera is on, Avery attempts to be a motivated professional woman. But when she is challenged by Deacon Ryan, the videographer assigned to cover her story, Avery finds herself wanting things she was never supposed to want—like a lasting career—and Deacon. And Avery might just gain more from the experience than a perfect career image and extra cash to put in her Tory Burch wallet…
~ Release Date ~
September 10, 2014
~ Excerpt ~
~ Excerpt ~
Sullivan
reaches for my hair again. I jerk my head to the side, moving it out of
Sullivan’s reach, because I think I might scream if he touches my hair one more
time.
Okay. Now
Deke will come over here with Zach. I’ll greet him, introduce him to my
friends, and then Bree and I can go sit with them at another table.
Wait a
second. Deke and Zach are walking over to the dartboard. I quickly realize Deke
has no intention of coming over here.
He turns
around and looks at me, his eyes burning into mine for a second.
Deke takes a
sip of his beer, puts it back on the table, and picks up some darts.
He
immediately turns his attention to the dartboard, as if I’m not even here.
Oooh!
That’s it. I’ve had it.
“Excuse
me,” I say, nudging Sullivan. “I need to get out, please.”
“But I
just got here,” Sullivan snaps, sounding annoyed. “I haven’t even had a drink
yet.”
I don’t
say another word. I let my eyes tell Sullivan I intend to get out of this booth,
even if it means climbing over him or crawling underneath the table.
Sullivan
sighs heavily and slides out. I turn to Bree briefly before leaving.
“I see
someone I need to talk to,” I say simply. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
I slide
out of the booth and make my way across the bar. I go up to Deke, who is
propped against the edge of a barstool. His strong arms are folded across his
chest, a bottle of beer in one hand as he watches Zach throw darts.
I stop
dead in my tracks as I approach him. I take in what he’s wearing—a beautiful
azure T-shirt that shows off his athletic upper body and jeans. His hair is
perfectly tousled, his face lightly shaded with blondish-brown stubble. And
he’s so damn hot and mysterious that I’m suddenly unable to breathe.
Deke
turns and I find myself mad all over again, because now he’s the one playing a
game.
I march
up to him and before I can stop myself, I blurt out what is going through my
head.
“Why
didn’t you come rescue me?” I yell at him, exasperated.
Deke
studies me for a moment. He takes a swig of his beer, casually puts the bottle
on the table next to him, and leans toward me, lowering his head so it’s next
to my ear.
“I wasn’t
aware that you needed to be rescued from the man of your dreams, Fashionista,”
he murmurs over the music.
Every
inch of me comes alive as his words vibrate against my ear. I get goose bumps.
My skin in tingling in this delicious way I’ve never experienced before.
He stands
back up and studies me. I’m about to respond when he gently puts his thumb on
my cheek, wiping away a streak of lip-gloss that Sullivan has left behind.
Oh.My.God.
I feel a million sparks the second Deke touches me. I shiver and suck in a
breath of air, unnerved by the experience of his skin against mine.
“So do
you need to be rescued?” he asks.
~ ABOUT THE AUTHOR ~
But writing about city council meetings and restaurant franchises was not as much fun as writing for young women trying to figure out their careers and potential boyfriends. So Aven got herself a job in television that allowed her to write at night. Connectivity is Aven’s debut novel; Waiting For Prince Harry and Chronicles of a Lincoln Park Fashionista (New Adult romantic comedy) will be published next year.
Aven lives in Dallas with her family. When she is not writing, Aven enjoys shopping, cooking, connecting with friends on social media, and watching any show that features Gordon Ramsay.
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