HE is trying to piece together his broken life.
SHE is running away from her wedding day.
TOGETHER, their world is a beautiful lie.
APART, their world is a perfect mess.
He + She is a free-spirited romance about soul-awakening second chances, heartbreak, and hopeful beginnings.
- Title: HE + SHE
- Author: Michelle Warren
- ISBN13: 9780984662173
- Series: Stand Alone
- Published: June 2, 2014
- Format: eARC
- Genre: NA/Contemporary Romance
- Word Count: 100,000
- Source: Publisher
After my interview, which I may or may not have blown, I make my way to a nearby park in Little Italy. I felt confident meeting the partners and presenting my portfolio, but when they asked why I wanted to move cross-country to San Francisco, I froze, remembering everything I’m running from. I managed to push past my blunder and speak passionately about the work, but I’m sure they saw the resentment of leaving home in my eyes. Sometimes my past feels like it’s stamped on my face for everyone to see.
Though I’m wearing a suit, I collapse on a dirty bench in a park near a large white chapel. The weather is perfect, the sky’s a clear blue, and several people lay out, soaking up the sunshine, despite the fact that it’s eleven thirty on a workday. All I can think about is that I don’t want to go home to Baltimore. I need to find a way to stay, but with no job, the cost of living in San Francisco is prohibitive unless I join the hippie commune at Haight and Ashbury and dedicate my life to street singing and smoking recreationally.
Thinking the possibility might be a doable option, I pull at my tie, loosening it from my neck. That’s when the cars waiting at a red light on the nearby street blow their horns. My eyes find the reason and I’m really sorry when they do. At least twenty completely naked dudes riding bicycles circle the park. First they parade their nudity on main roads, weaving around cars, around the square, and then they circle the paths inside the park for an unfortunate closer view. Only in this city of hippies would people clap and wave them on like heroes.
Though I’m trying hard to ignore them, I find myself focused on only one person, all the way in the back of the group, the only girl brave enough to ride with them: the train-wreck bride, wearing only her bra and lime-green panties. I’d recognize her wild dark hair anywhere.
On her approach I stare, shocked that I’ve seen her again. Our eyes meet and I smile. It’s a simple gesture, but this time it wins me something unexpected. She slows her bike, steers in my direction, and rolls to a stop when she reaches me.
“Hi,” she says, greeting me like we know each other. “Hi.” I pause to watch her struggle with her bike, which is much too large for her. “Every time I see you, you’re wearing something unexpected.”
“How many times have you seen me?” The girl dismounts her bike and rests it on its side. She’s completely comfortable with her near nudity, and she has reason to be. Every milky curve on her body is perfection.
“Three times!” She leans away to dig into her back-pack, and I see her panties have WEDNESDAY printed on the ass. This girl makes me smile, which is a welcome change from all the drama I’ve been dealing with.
“Yes, but I think I like this outfit better,” I admit as I shamelessly ogle her while she’s not looking. That’s when I notice the long scar on the inside of her leg, winding its way from her knee and up her thigh.
She turns and seems to notice, then shrugs quickly into a tank top.
“But I think you have on the wrong panties.” I point to her perfectly curved ass.
She looks over her shoulder and lifts her butt, looking for proof. “The lame package of undies I bought had two Hump Days and no Mondays. Go figure.” She shimmies into a pair of cut-off jeans, buttons them, and sits beside me with her legs bent beneath her. “You look familiar.
Have we met?”
“We haven’t. I’m—”
“Wait. Don’t tell me your name.” She cuts me off by pressing a finger over my lips. “Tell me the name you always wished was yours.”
Michelle Warren didn’t travel the road to writer immediately, first she spent over a decade as a professional illustrator and designer. Her artistic creativity combined with her love of science fiction, paranormal, and fantasy led her to write her first YA fantasy novel, Wander Dust. Michelle loves reading and travelling to places that inspire her to create. She resides in downtown Chicago.