Home :: Young Adult :: Reunions by Audrey Reinert (Young Adult Romance)

Reunions by Audrey Reinert (Young Adult Romance)

Reunions by Audrey Reinert (Young Adult Romance)
(0 reviews)  

When Sara Foster reluctantly decides to go to her ten year class reunion she reconnects with old friends and quickly falls for her high school crush, Evan Fox. Their new love encounters a myriad of challenges from the start. But when the reunion is over will their love blossom or wither under the biggest test of all?

ISBN/EAN13: 1922066168 / 9781922066169
Page Count: 186
Trim Size: 5" x 8"

Buy from Amazon

Ebook Price: $2.99
Quantity 1 (this product is downloadable)
Reunions by Audrey Reinert (Young Adult Romance)
: *
: *
: *
There have been no reviews

Only registered customers are allowed to add review. Please sign in and add your own review!

Sample Chapter

Chapter One

I set off to jog outside for the first time in a month after seemingly endless weeks of temperatures in the teens. Though winter was more than midway through, the extreme cold and back-to-back snowstorms had me doubting the season would pass. Today, however, Mother Nature was trying to re-assure the pessimist in me that spring was, in fact, coming. This brief warm front was doing its best to melt the waist-high frozen snow, causing steam to rise from the snow blown paths around me as I ran. It felt good to breathe in the cool, moist air after so many nights on the treadmill in my apartment.

But my pace and breathing were not at all in sync as they normally would have been, echoing the edginess I felt inside. I had been thinking about "it" for 30 minutes straight.

Only late February, yet I had received a myriad of mailings and emails about my ten-year class reunion. The first was an email stating where and when the meeting would be held to discuss it. Then other emails were sent, telling me where to register my contact information. Another mailing advertised a book I could buy for the low price of $75. Today I had received a flyer in the mail of the official dates and places it would be held. Each correspondence asked if I would help coordinate.

Coordinate? I didn't even know if I wanted to attend my ten-year class reunion, let alone help to plan it.

I didn't go to the five-year reunion, but a friend of mine did, and said it was like a frat party with a contest to see who could down the most Jell-O shots before barfing in the firehouse bathroom. I was glad I missed that.

Still, the ten-year almost sounded fun. I lived in a charming, small town, and a lot of the people I went to high school with had stayed in the area. Because of that, this reunion wouldn't be just a weekend, but rather two weeks of activities. A picnic would start it off, with a different sporting event each day, then a party at the community pool. The grand finale was to be a fancy, prom-like dinner at a country club nearby.

It was all quite corny, but it might be nostalgic to re-live my carefree high school days again, this time with confidence in who I was. Plus, I was single and what else did I have to do?

On the other hand, the fact that I was single was the reason I didn't want to go at all. I got enough grief from my family and friends about not being married yet. Did I really need it from people I hadn't seen in ten years? I wasn't sure I wanted to parade my singleness around a bunch of married people with children.

I had my own place outside of town that I loved. I was a seamstress at a great bridal boutique, so I loved what I did. I had a great group of friends and I got along well with my family. So why did I have a small anxiety attack every time I thought about this reunion? Why was I torturing myself? I wasn't going!

Chapter Two

Tuesday night.

I had just finished jogging and suddenly realized I had no milk in the fridge for my Cheerios. I threw sweats over my jogging attire, which I wouldn't normally do, and headed to the grocery store before it closed.

Even though the day was unseasonably warm, the forecast was calling for the temperatures to drop again and snow to fall overnight. That meant everybody and their brother had already bought out all the bread and milk. All that was left of the milk was a gallon of skim, which was way too much for one person, or a quart of whole, which I never drank. So, I was in the dairy section, freezing, trying to decide, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Startled, I turned around to see Jordan Walker, who was high school president my senior year, standing behind me, smiling.

"Sarah Fowler?"

Of course she was dressed in a beautiful, taupe suit and with full make-up. Embarrassed by my slovenly appearance, I wanted to crawl through the shelves to the stock room behind them and run for my car. I hadn't seen her since the night we graduated. She actually looked better than she did in high school, and this was the impression I made? She told me she was so busy with her "hubby" and kids she hadn't had time to change since she got home from work and "don't I look dreadful?"

She looked me up and down a bit, but being the bubbly girl she always was, she asked me how I was doing and said how great it was to see me. Thankfully she didn't wait for me to tell her how I was doing, but somehow roped me into going to the reunion. So much for the fun I was having being indecisive.

And before I knew it, I found myself in charge of contacting the people who replied that they were interested in playing in the baseball game. This woman was really sneaky. Though I was slightly curious to hear how my classmates were doing, I hoped they wouldn't ask any questions about my marital status.

And it hadn't been as bad as I thought when I finished the job. It didn't hurt that I'd been calling everyone at dinnertime when they didn't have much time to talk either.

facebook twitter pinterest Google+ Youtube Channel


Best Sellers