Title: FINAL YEAR
Author: M.J. Moores
Pub. Date: March 2, 2019
Publisher: Love Knot Books
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Graduation can be killer…
Beth pushes beyond her comfort zone to prove a sociology thesis. She turns a chance meeting with a known player into a personal experiment on first impressions. Weaving herself into casual meetings with the guy reinforces her assumptions… until she’s no longer the one pursuing him.
Jeremy’s only serious relationship is with his studies as he competes for the coveted post-grad theoretical chem spot with Dr. Young. When the campus goes into lockdown and everyone is evacuated to the stadium, his habit of “fun only” friendships turns into a curse.
Can he trust a skittish girl he’s known for ten days to help him find his not-so-theoretical chem project or will her assumptions about him keep her at arm’s length?
Final Year – a fast-paced new adult romantic suspense that keeps you guessing at every turn.
Growing up in Ontario, Canada, MJ was the only child of a single mom. MJ’s passion for the arts ignited at a young age as she wrote adventure stories and read them aloud to close family and friends. The dramatic arts became a focus in high school as an aid to understanding character motivation in her writing. Majoring in Theatre Production at University, with a minor in English, she went on to teach both elementary and high school for 10 years throughout Simcoe County.
MJ currently lives with her husband and young son in Caledon, Ontario. She keeps busy these days with her emerging authors’ website Infinite Pathways: hosting writing contests, providing editing services, free publicity tips, book reviews, and opportunities for authors to build their writing platform and portfolio. In addition she writes articles, works freelance writing and editing, and is preparing to launch her first science fiction novel The Chronicles of Xannia: Time’s Tempest on October 1st, 2014. She firmly believes that if she hadn’t been born a Virgo, she would not be half as organized as necessary to accomplish everything in her daily agenda.
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“I’ll call you Elle.”
“Perfect,” she muttered.
“You don’t like?”
“Elle means ‘she’ in French. At least Beth gives me some identity.”
“But then it should be Peth with a P. What’s your middle name, then?”
He laughed again, sincerely this time. “Lawrence.”
“That’s what they call me.”
“My prof’s, the guys, my parents.”
“Why did you tell me Jeremy, then?”
“You asked me my name, not my initials. What’s your middle name?”
“Again, keep in mind my parents are insane.” She rolled her eyes to the ceiling, he didn’t register the inference. “Lenore.”
“Ahh, Le-nore. Should I call you ‘shadow girl’?”
“N-o-r-e not n-o-i-r. Although, if it was in me to be the black sheep I would, but you’re wrong again. I’m just too normal and totally sibling-less.”
“Elspeth Lenore… E. L.… El. Sorry, there’s just no getting around it. Elle it is. There’s a mysterious quality about it that works.” He downed the last of his coffee and set his mug on the counter before walking around the bed and standing in front of her. “And I don’t believe you.”
“Don’t believe me what?”
His legs brushed her knees. There was no space between them to breathe. Her heart jumped. What’s he doing? Why’s he standing so close? Her eyes dropped to his hands, placing her mug on the dresser behind him… making their way toward her. Bobby and Johnny Denton’s hands flashed through her mind. Truth or dare. The closet in Marjorie’s basement at her thirteenth birthday party. Those grabby hands.
“Plain. You say you’re plain.” He reached out and caressed her shoulder, lightly gliding his fingertips along the length of her neck to the base of her ear, and along her jaw. What the hell? She gave an involuntary shudder… but this time, not in disgust. Oh shit. What is this?
“No!” Beth shoved him. He stepped back, bumping her mug with his elbow. She ran out, sock footed, slamming the door behind her.