by Julie A. Richman

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Attended by reality TV star wannabes and Southern California social climbers, Schooner Moore knows the party his wife is throwing for his forty-third birthday has little to do with him and everything to do with her social standing in Orange County. The evening turns out to hold more surprises than just his wife’s Botoxed friends groping at his privates, when a conversation with his old college roommate, Beau, reveals the biggest surprise of the night.

Beau has had contact on Facebook with Mia Silver. Just hearing her name sends Schooner into a tailspin, as he is now just a Friend Request away from the one who got away when she disappeared without a goodbye, leaving him wondering why she left.

A serial failure at romance, Manhattan boutique ad agency owner, Mia, gets a blindside of her own when a Facebook Friend Request from first love, Schooner, appears in her email. Going with her gut reaction, Mia hits accept, propelling her past to catch up with her in a New York minute, as a forceful Schooner is determined to understand what tore them apart and to explore the possibility of a second chance at love.

From a 1980’s Southern California college campus and a devastating first love to present day New York City, Searching for Moore explores how technology has eradicated the divide between our past and our present, and asks whether you would give up everything to reconnect with The One in a single keystroke?

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Everyone was pissed and grumbling about how much their parents were paying for this high priced private college education and that they could at least get some decent food. How many days in a row were they going to be expected to eat “Chicken Surprise.”

Sitting at the next table from Schooner, Mia, Rosie and Henry were some of the football jocks from Schooner’s dorm. They were complaining loudly about the food and the one complaining the loudest was an offensive tackle known as Beast. Schooner realized he didn’t even know Beast’s real name, although he had lived in the same dorm with him since late August.

Fall semester, Beast had been rushing one of the jock fraternities. As part of his hazing, Beast spent one month, day and night, in a pink leotard and a pink lace tutu. He also was not allowed to shower for a month – or wash the leotard. Now while the leotard and tutu were a bit strange for Beast, not showering for extended periods of time was more the norm, than the exception. A few days into the hazing, Beast was odiferous.  By the end of the month, it was hard to walk past him without gagging. Tables in the dining hall cleared, classroom desks were rearranged to one side of the room and his roommate, Vince, took up residence on a couch in the dorm’s lounge.

Beast was huge, 6’4″ and 300 lbs. He had a head full of unkempt hair and a straggly beard.  Not known for his eloquence or intellect, the joke around campus was that he would probably scare off small children and possibly farm animals.

“This food fucking sucks!” He proclaimed, loudly.

“Tell us something we don’t know.” Rosalie muttered and the four chuckled.

“We don’t have to take this!” His bellowing continued.

Beast then stood suddenly, pushing back the bench he was sitting on and causing everyone down the entire length of the bench to be jostled.

“I’m revolting!” He yelled on the top of his lungs.

“Actually, you’re disgusting.” Mia countered in a loud voice and the whole dining hall broke into laughter.

Beasts eyes enlarged and his nostrils flared, creating the visage of an insane escapee. “Bitch!” He bellowed, as he dove toward Mia. Schooner instinctively threw his body at Beast pushing him out of the way before he assaulted her full on. They both fell to the floor with a sickening thud. Rosie grabbed the food off of her tray and threw it at Beast and Henry followed. The rest of the jocks cleared off the benches to join in the mêlée and were met with hoards of flying food. Beast and Schooner were wrestling around on the food slick floor. Mia started to kick Beast, “Get the fuck off of him, you gross pig!” She wailed away on him, stabbing him hard in the lower back with her clogs.

The Campus Police arrived almost immediately and grabbed Beast off of Schooner, cuffing his hands behind his back. A second officer cuffed Schooner.

“Officer,” Mia pleaded, “he was just coming to my defense when that guy tried to jump me.” The officer looked Mia up and down (stopping momentarily on her very attractive rack), all 5’2″ of her and then looked at Beast.

“He tried to jump you?” He asked, incredulously.

“Yes, he tried to attack me.”

“Did you provoke him?”

“I told him he was disgusting.” Mia’s chin was stuck up high in the air.

“Maybe you should come with us, too.”

Mia smiled sweetly at the Campus Police Officer and said, “Will you cuff me, as well?”

He choked out a “no” and Mia pouted at him, causing the officer to stammer and blush.

Schooner watched her with amusement and remembered his first impression of her in front of Brewster Hall, that devilish look that said, “Let’s be bad kids together.” Well, the devil is out in full force tonight, he thought.

She smiled at him and put her lips close to his ear. “You look really hot in cuffs.” He could feel the heat rise in his face and in his jeans.

He stared at her and leaned close to her ear, where he hissed, “Now is not the time to give me a raging hard on, Mia.”

She backed away, an astonished smirk on her face and then she looked him square in the eyes, suddenly serious. She didn’t say a word and then silently leaned forward and kissed his cheek, softly. “Thank you for defending me tonight, Schooner.”

He sighed, feeling his heart melt. What was she doing to him?

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About Julie A. Richman

Julie A Richman

Author Julie A. Richman is a native New Yorker living deep in the heart of Texas.  A creative writing major in college, reading and writing fiction has always been a passion.  Julie began her corporate career in publishing in NYC and writing played a major role throughout her career as she created and wrote marketing, advertising, direct mail and fundraising materials for Fortune 500 corporations, advertising agencies and non-profit organizations.  She is an award winning nature photographer plagued with insatiable wanderlust.  Julie and her husband have one son and a white German Shepherd named Juneau.

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GRAND PRIZE: Julie is giving away five (5) signed paperbacks and five (5) eBook copies of SEARCHING FOR MOORE. Ten (10) winners will be chosen and each will also receive a signed bookmark as well.

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