From the outside looking in, Anthony Russell has it all. As the star basketball player on a winning college team, everybody knows him and loves him. His face is plastered on publicity poster after publicity poster. He's even gotten offers from the pros to forego his senior year for the glitz and glamour of the Big Show. But Anthony has a secret that's threatening to swallow his life whole...
Heather Nolan would be the perfect poster-girl for academic overachievers. She's got straight A's and every professor in her cheering corner. But the life Heather thought she was studying so hard for is in danger of coming to a neck-snapping halt if she can't come up with a way to pay the bills. Bitter and angry that the basketball team seems to get the royal treatment while "real students" are forced to scrape by, Heather spitefully takes the only job available-tutoring. However, the lessons she teaches about English and what she learns about basketball soon pale in comparison with what she learns about herself.
PRINCESS represents the collision of two college students, both with dreams and goals, both with real-to-life issues that are complicating everything. Like many new adults, Heather wants to manage life on her own terms, but paying for everything has become impossible. Anthony, on the other hand, seems to have it made, but in this contemporary romance, not everything is as it seems. The meeting of these two souls challenges both of them to let go of pride, prejudices, and pre-conceived notions about life and each other. Watching the coming of age journey is fascinating.
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Taking the concrete steps two at a time, Anthony Russell hurried to the front door of the Language Building, which he opened with barely a yank. He was late, and he knew it.
"God, please don't let her leave. Please," he begged as he all-but ran down the hall to the Conference Rooms. "She's my last chance." With no pretense, he yanked that door open and strode into the room.
...
This was not the way he had wanted to start out. At the end of the hall, he pushed the door open with one shove, and half-an-instant later heard the crash on the other side as the door hit a chair that was standing too close.
CRASH! The girl seated at the tiny table jumped up so fast, she knocked her own chair to the floor as well, and when it hit the floor, she jumped again.
"Oh, man." Anthony held a hand up to calm the all-out panic in her face. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I am so sorry."
A fall of wavy brown hair followed her motion as she reached down to yank her chair from the floor.
"Here, let me get that for you," Anthony said, mortified by his clumsiness. As he crossed the room in one stride, he slung his books onto the little table. But just as he reached for her chair, he heard the first book hit the floor on the table's other side, and then from his vantage point looking under the table, he saw the papers from his notebook slide from the table onto the floor with a slow-motion waterfall effect.
"Oh, no." He righted her chair in one sweep and quickly knelt down under the table to retrieve his wayward belongings. He pulled the last paper off the floor and got his feet under him to stand, but he didn't judge the table right and smacked his head on the edge of it.
"Ow!" he yelped, rubbing the skin at the top of his head. Putting a hand above him to judge the table, he stood slowly, making sure to leave plenty of room between his head and the table this time.
She's going to think I'm a complete idiot. He stood to face her and braced himself for what he knew was coming. He couldn't even look her in the eye.
"Hi," he finally said, holding out his hand, his gaze glued to the floor, "I'm Anthony Russell."
Genre: Inspirational
Heather Nolan would be the perfect poster-girl for academic overachievers. She's got straight A's and every professor in her cheering corner. But the life Heather thought she was studying so hard for is in danger of coming to a neck-snapping halt if she can't come up with a way to pay the bills. Bitter and angry that the basketball team seems to get the royal treatment while "real students" are forced to scrape by, Heather spitefully takes the only job available-tutoring. However, the lessons she teaches about English and what she learns about basketball soon pale in comparison with what she learns about herself.
PRINCESS represents the collision of two college students, both with dreams and goals, both with real-to-life issues that are complicating everything. Like many new adults, Heather wants to manage life on her own terms, but paying for everything has become impossible. Anthony, on the other hand, seems to have it made, but in this contemporary romance, not everything is as it seems. The meeting of these two souls challenges both of them to let go of pride, prejudices, and pre-conceived notions about life and each other. Watching the coming of age journey is fascinating.
*~* EXCERPT *~*
Taking the concrete steps two at a time, Anthony Russell hurried to the front door of the Language Building, which he opened with barely a yank. He was late, and he knew it.
"God, please don't let her leave. Please," he begged as he all-but ran down the hall to the Conference Rooms. "She's my last chance." With no pretense, he yanked that door open and strode into the room.
...
This was not the way he had wanted to start out. At the end of the hall, he pushed the door open with one shove, and half-an-instant later heard the crash on the other side as the door hit a chair that was standing too close.
CRASH! The girl seated at the tiny table jumped up so fast, she knocked her own chair to the floor as well, and when it hit the floor, she jumped again.
"Oh, man." Anthony held a hand up to calm the all-out panic in her face. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I am so sorry."
A fall of wavy brown hair followed her motion as she reached down to yank her chair from the floor.
"Here, let me get that for you," Anthony said, mortified by his clumsiness. As he crossed the room in one stride, he slung his books onto the little table. But just as he reached for her chair, he heard the first book hit the floor on the table's other side, and then from his vantage point looking under the table, he saw the papers from his notebook slide from the table onto the floor with a slow-motion waterfall effect.
"Oh, no." He righted her chair in one sweep and quickly knelt down under the table to retrieve his wayward belongings. He pulled the last paper off the floor and got his feet under him to stand, but he didn't judge the table right and smacked his head on the edge of it.
"Ow!" he yelped, rubbing the skin at the top of his head. Putting a hand above him to judge the table, he stood slowly, making sure to leave plenty of room between his head and the table this time.
She's going to think I'm a complete idiot. He stood to face her and braced himself for what he knew was coming. He couldn't even look her in the eye.
"Hi," he finally said, holding out his hand, his gaze glued to the floor, "I'm Anthony Russell."
Genre: Inspirational
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