Terminal Romantic (Heller Park Series 2)
The Heller Park Series continues with Terminal Romantic
Most rational people can agree to the fact that time and space are relative. The same could be said about love and romance. Hilary Palmer isn’t like most rational people and lives by a different set of rules than the rest of the world. Heller Park’s greatest waitress returns in an entirely different type of adventure.
Hilary has near limitless power as the universe’s last stand against irregularities in space and time, but there's always a toll to pay for such control. She is not allowed to fall in love. Correction, she can fall in love, but the universe just won’t let it stick.
Now the Van Allen file has gone missing and the integrity of the space time continuum is in jeopardy. Will her team of new friends and old loves be able to restore order before it’s too late?
Doomed love, duels to the death, an evil twin and pie. What more could you ask for?
“Hil, why are we here?” “Track, soon you’ll be gone. We may never see each other again. Or, if we do, who’s to say next time you won’t fall in love with me. Right now, in this moment, we are here. And my roommates are not.” She motioned to her room to make sure he understood. “Just once, I want to hold you in my own bed. Just so I can always say I did. Is that selfish?” Track said nothing. “Come to bed,” she half-demanded, half-pleaded. She entered her room and left the door open for Track, removing her clothes as she approached her bed, knowing Track would follow. She slipped under the covers and stared at the door until his eyes met hers. She moved over to the edge of the bed to give him room to join her, leaning on her side. She felt his arms wind around her, and her hair being pushed to the side so he could kiss her neck. He pressed closer to her, and she could tell he was naked too. She turned to meet his kisses head on, and they lost themselves. Hilary ran her hands down his back, and he grabbed her by the waist. She was always amazed that no matter how many times his memory was erased, he could always find his way around her body so confidently. He lay down on his back, and Hilary laid her chin on his chest, staring at him for a moment. His eyes cried passion, fear, and dedication. That is what she wanted.
Aurora Zahni is a former rebel who’s trying to bring a little bit of Judy Blume and Sylvia Plath to the Twilight Generation. Over the years she has given half-assed / full throttle contributions to numerous zines and blogs, written a web movie and done significantly well in countless competitive eating events. When she was in the 8th grade, she was on the local evening news. A dead body was being lifted out of the water at a marina by the Meadowlands and you could clearly see her standing in the background watching, looking a bit excited for the camera. Looking back it may have been the highlight of her entire childhood.
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