A Twist to Chick Lit ~ Check out this site

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Check out this new web community based on the novel "Running from Miss Right" .... Please everyone visit ... read the sample chapters .. post a message on the board .. oh and send responses to the question on the first page ... TEXT

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A Sassy Sexy to Chick Lit Community Launches A New Site
RunningFromMissRight.com is HOT!

The innovational novelist Shonell Bacon is delighted to announce the launching of her new website presenting a twist to chick lit with the well-crafted novel Running From Miss Right (RFMR).

The website www.RunningFromMissRight.com provides viewers with a comprehensive insight of the novel to include: the first three chapters of the book, a synopsis of the novel, and a link to the characters (as well as pictures of the stars Shon dreams of playing the characters of RFMR). She’s taken the site a step further by making it a friendly community atmosphere, giving readers the opportunity to interact with one another via message board and chat room. Aside from chatting and holding discussions on the message board, there will be two questions posted monthly for viewers to e-mail responses, comments and feedback. Several of these comments will be posted on the site monthly and viewers can be as creative and open as they like. Viewers will also have the opportunity to look into the daily activities of Shon Bacon through her web blog, which also allows the viewers to post comments.

About “Running from Miss Right”

Jacqueline “Jack” King’s normal life takes a wicked turn when her best friend, Carrie, kisses her. The kiss, the kind that endings of romantic movies are made of, sends Jack into a tailspin as sensitive secrets from her past threaten to spill into her present and make her question her sexuality.

Told in first person present in the voice of Jack, "Running from Miss Right" is a laugh-out-loud trip into the mind of an opinionated, sometimes raunchy, oddly romantic, confused, going-on-30 sister who is just looking to find out who she really is, so she can reach her happily ever after. If she manages to bring her friends along for the ride and get them caught up in her drama, it’s all the better.


For all viewers wanting a sassy, sexy, sensual twist to chick lit and a community where they can discuss relationships, chat to like-minded people and see into the angst of a would-be bestselling writer, be sure to visit www.RunningFromMissRight.com. Don’t forget to visit the message board and let us know you’ve visited. Also, tell a friend. It's the HOT spot!
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A Taste of "Running from Miss Right"
CHAPTER ONE: And Then She Kissed Me…
She kissed me and in that one instant, my identity went pliable. Changeable. Silk petals of fragranced flowers with a splash of moisture. Her kiss. My brain clouded with questions and confusion, and a torrential downpour drenched everything I knew before that. That kiss. It’s funny how that moment, that one thing that lasted all of ten seconds could move my mind and my thirty years of existence in such exploratory ways. Parted lips. Mouths opened. Stunned. Eyes closed, now opened. Wide. Bewildered. A smile. Hers. I stood there without a voice as she whispered a goodnight and headed to her car for the drive home. For a solid five minutes, I stood in the darkness, holding the screen door open as the cool night air wafted around the heat that flushed my face.

I close the door and stare at the walls of my living room. I sit on my sofa. Get up. Go into my bedroom and pick up dirty clothes from the floor. Throw them back down. In my office, I flip on my laptop. I eye the phone. Pick it up and dial.
“Hello?” A soft female voice answers.
I hang up.
“She would freak out,” I say. I kick off my shoes, strip out of my shirt and attempt to unzip my jeans when the phone rings.
“Jacqueline here,” I answer.
“What? Using your full name, Jack? What’s going on, and why you hang up on me?”
I clip the phone to my jeans and slip on my headset.
“Sorry,” I reply. “Dialed the wrong number, Ronnie.”
“Oh, okay. So what’s up?”
“Nothing much.” I drop onto my bed and snuggle up under the thick comforter. “Just got in.”
“Out with Carrie?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s going on, Jack? You ain’t never this quiet.”
“I’m cool.”
“Something happen between you and Carrie?”
I stuff folds of the comforter into my mouth and let out a series of short groans and screams. Visions of brown-lipped, ten-second kisses play out on my mind’s screen.
“Jack?” Ronnie says.
“She kissed me.”
“I’ll be right over.”
JKL
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