Today I have the pleasure of sharing an excerpt for a recent New Adult genre novel, Constantly Racing.
I hope you enjoy the excerpt and have a chance to check out the book.
Constantly Racing: A Novel by Zandile Funde
Ebook released on November 10th, 2015
Eighteen year-old Jones Harrison has a great family, an amazing best friend and she just graduated high school. So, what else could be missing? Jones shouldn’t miserable, right? Why would she be? Well, how about the fact that she was abandoned by her biological mother and that two years ago, she found the guy she’s always liked in the arms of the girl who bullied her throughout high school? Or did she…? Romantic and drenched in a few moments of sexy rendezvous, Constantly Racing captures the power of forgiveness, acceptance, friendship, and above all else, the healing power of love.
Constantly Racing – Excerpt
Why are they even called shrinks? They certainly don't shrink problems. Maybe it's because they actually shrink your wallet? The door opened and Dr Evans walked in, interrupting my random thought. My face stretched into a genuine smile this time. I was making up for all the many times I'd manipulated my facial expression in her office.
"Good afternoon, Jones." She sat in the chair across mine. "I haven't seen you in quite a bit. How have you been?"
"I've been doing much better, thanks, Dr Evans." I looked around at the ugly blue walls. No offense to Dr Evans, but I was glad this was the last time I had to come here.
My eyes shot back to her when she spoke. "Please. Call me Mya." She scribbled in her notepad. "I think you've known me long enough now. Don't you?" I almost winced. I was that teenager on a first name basis with a therapist now. She smiled warmly. And it wasn't the usual I-feel-sorry-for-you-because-
you-are-damaged-beyond-repair smile. It was real, unforced.
"About that," I paused for a moment, gathering my thoughts. "I don't need our sessions anymore. I already spoke to Mom about it and she agrees." She looked up from her notepad.
"As long as you're sure, Jones." She scribbled. Usually it made me anxious but today, I welcomed the sound of pen scratching paper. "If you don't mind telling me, what's changed?"
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