READER'S ROCK LIFESTYLE MAGAZINE VOL 2 ISSUE 4 NOVEMBER 2014 Vol. 1 Issue 3 September 2013 - Page 39

COMING SOON The Sequel to Jaded Hearts Only Her Heart Synopsis: Holding the pieces of her drama riddled life, Jade decides to leave her disappointments in the past and move on. When her aunt opens up about a family secret, she realizes that everyone else seems to do what they please. Well, now so will she. Building life from the ground up isn’t easy, but with the right friends, she creates the life of her once forgotten dreams. At the crux of an intense love tug-o-war, one question she must answer is which man will play the lead role? Will Julian, the ‘bad boy’ who mysteriously walks back into her life manage to win her heart? Will she find forgiveness and a happy ending with John, Mr. “almost perfect’? Maybe there is someone new on the horizon that she can start fresh with. Life is never simple for Jade, but when she listens to her heart, she begins to open doors to a whole new world. With new friends, and new exciting adventures, Jade is growing into a woman that she is proud of. The real question she needs to figure out is? What does she want her life to become? I arrived at our meeting place first and grabbed a table by the window so that I could people watch. New York was filled with so many different characters that you never knew what to expect. I was enjoying the spectacle of an older couple arguing as they gradually moseyed down the block. The wife was definitely not pleased with her husband and would jab him with her cane periodically throughout their conversation. “You know that’s an invasion of privacy,” John whispered in my ear. I laughed involuntarily because I was feeling like a peeping tom. “Busted! Now that you’ve uncovered my voyeuristic tendencies, what are you going to do?” He flashed a toothy grin. “Get you some binoculars!” The woman at the table behind me chuckled causing us both to burst out in laughter. I studied his tall muscular body covered by a fitted gray sleeveless T-shirt and matching gym shorts. This was the first time I had seen him without a suit on and I couldn’t decide how I liked him better. His hair was casually slicked back making him look even younger than his thirty years of age. He sat down putting his blackberry on the table and grabbing a menu. “You look like the blackberry type,” I flirted. He peered at me over the top of his menu raising an eyebrow in question. “I hope you plan on explaining what the blackberry type looks like. I need to know this in case I ever have to go incognito. Can’t have my damn phone giving me away.” And he is Funny! “Well, you know, the one handed user, so you need a phone with buttons.” I teased. This time he raised both eyebrows and put his menu down. “Can I please get clarification on the ‘one handed user’ segment of that last statement? I don’t want to jump to any conclusions, but I’m beginning to think that you have a filthy little mind over there,” he joked. I narrowed my eyes in mock anger. “Excuse me sir, I believe there is only one filthy mind at this table and it is not mine.” He picked his menu back up. “The lady doth protest too much methinks…”