With the events of one night, the clarity with which I once saw my life vanished.
MOMENTS OF CLARITY
Moments Series #2
That was me.
In every way that mattered anyway. I had a close, loving relationship with my parents, my older brother was my hero, and with graduation right around the corner, I was on the verge of turning my love of photography into a career.
Then there was Carter, surprisingly he turned out to be the yin to my yang. Where I was alternative, slightly nerdy and a whole lot awkward, Carter was smooth, popular and confidant. Yet somehow, we fit.
Or so I thought.
Or so I thought.
With the events of one night, the clarity with which I once saw my life vanished. Leaving me completely unprepared for the reality I would now have to face and the choices that accompanied it.
The best seduction technique I have at my disposal is my extreme awkwardness. Who needs flirty when you’ve got awkward, right?
It’s hilarious. Mr. Perfect wants Ms. Awkward. It’s comedy gold. I mean, seriously, how is that going to work? Are you even capable of carrying on a conversation with a hot guy without divulging something horrifically embarrassing, or rambling about weird facts that only you care about?
So what, you’re getting into matchmaking now? Running the paper doesn’t tickle your pickle anymore so you thought you’d dip your toes in Cupid’s pool?
‘Mumma, Papa, this is Carter,’ she says, while gesturing over her shoulder with her thumb to me, ‘He’s my super hot boyfriend with a spectacular arse.’ I choke on the air I’m breathing, coughing and trying not to laugh. Then I hear a voice similar to Chance’s, but older, more sophisticated, say, ‘Well, turn around then, show us the goods.’
Moments of Clarity was populated by unique and quirky characters, ah, my favorite kind. I enjoyed their amusing descriptions, interplay, steamy chemistry, odd fashion sense, and witty banter. Then the family secrets blew open and damn if it wasn’t angst by the bucket – a fest of misery and emotional tension, which is just not my favorite cup or tea. I cringed, winced, flinched, sighed but stayed the course, as I trusted the author to circle back around and make it worth the agony. And, thankfully, she did.
J B Heller is an Aussie Indie Author of Steamy Contemporary and Comedic Romance. She has three wildling children, two giant Great Danes, one permanently terrified cat, five birds of various species (One of whom thinks she’s helping by running across the keyboard repeatedly while JB tries to work. Lucky she’s tiny.), and a gazillion fish. Oh, and we can’t forget the man-child she calls her husband.
After years of working in assorted fields including a Butchery, Remedial Therapist Receptionist, Hairdressing, and Checkout Chick Extraordinaire, she finally found her place amongst like-minded people in the writing community.
She published her first book in 2013 under the pen name Eliza Brown, and has since evolved into J B Heller with more than 10 titles to her name.
On her limited downtime, you’ll find her reading, trolling Pinterest for her next muse or online stationery shopping (she has a mild addiction to stationery and she refuses to seek help).