“I suppose it doesn’t hurt to dream sometimes.”
~~ Little Beginnings ~~
by Iris Blobel
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SYNOPSIS
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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.
Ely Lennox knows he shouldn’t have skipped the blind date because of
the lady’s age. After all, it had only been a date, not a lifetime
commitment. When his carpentry business takes him right to the woman he
bailed out on, his guilt turns into regret when he finds out she’s
everything a man could hope for. How can he convince Jeri that he knows
acting so immaturely was a big mistake?
Will she ever forgive him? Or is she hiding behind something else?
Will she ever forgive him? Or is she hiding behind something else?
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MEET THE AUTHOR
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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.
Social Media
Links:
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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.”
