Dragoni - Again, For Love

by

LA Dragoni

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A million years ago this idea for a time travel romance popped into my head. It was the first time Id ever considered writing a novel. But the darn idea wouldnt flesh out and the story sat half-formed on my hard drive, all but forgotten.

Then one day the idea of setting it in a brewery came to me and I did some time-travel of my own. I traveled back maybe twenty years to dig this kernel out and refresh it. Funny, how an idea that has been marinating that long can unfurl into a full-fledged book so easily.

Thanks, Jan Janssen and Torrid Books, for thinking Again for Love would make a great addition to your line up. I hope the readers agree.

So youre going for the stalker approach, I see.

Lawson sighed and shifted his gaze to the table. Derrick was a jerk, but he was also right.

She just moved here from Washington.

Despite himself, Lawson raised an eyebrow and prompted for more information from his boss. Their boss. State or DC?

State. Some small town east of the Cascades. I dont remember the name. Derrick took a big bite of his hamburger and only half chewed it before continuing. She attended Central Washington University, but didnt graduate. She was going for a B.S. in Craft Brewing. Thats the main reason she got the job. Shes qualified. The fact that shes smoking hot is just a bonus.

Lawson cringed. Pretty sure admitting that you find her attractive is verging on illegal, dude.

Derrick shrugged. Probably. Hell, not finding you attractive could probably get me in trouble these days.

Lawson snorted. His gaze wandered to Jory one more time. Hed barely said three words to her in the few days shed worked at the brewery. Her beauty intimidated him, making him stammer like a pubescent teen. He seemed to be the only one having that problem. She sat at a table with three guys from bottling and a girl from the office. The guys looked like total vultures, with beady eyes and hunching postures as if ready to pounce. But Jory appeared oblivious. She laughed at their stories and seemed to share her own.

Why the hell was he sitting with Derrick instead of at that table? He should have sat down with them when he came into the break room. It wouldve been natural. Instead, he slumped his big, bulky body into the corner like the stalker Derrick accused him of being. The light that glinted off her auburn waves when she tossed her head back to laugh made his fingers itch. The long line of her neck taunted him: I know you want to taste me.

Curling his hands into fists, he tipped his head forward so that his chin length hair made a curtain between them and focused on his plate of food, deciding to finish his lunch fast and get the hell back to work.

Derrick took a healthy swig of his beer and slammed the pint down on the table with determination. Im gonna ask her out.

Lawsons throat went dry, and he almost choked. He forced his bite of food down before replying. You cant, dude. Youre her boss. You cant date her.

We just wont tell anyone.

You just told me.

Are you gonna run to the big wigs and tell them?

Well, no. But He wanted to come up with a compelling argument against Derrick asking Jory out. Derrick was good looking and made more money, and he had some weird charm that girls seemed to fall for all the time. If the risk of losing his job wasnt threat enough, Lawson was screwed. Dude, Id hate to see you go.

Derrick laughed. I guess it would be pretty stupid of me to put my job in jeopardy. Its a sweet gig.

Lawson nodded, hopeful.

Maybe Ill fire her.

Lawson shook his head and changed the subject, nodding toward Derricks half empty pint. Is that the new experimental?

Derrick nodded and lifted the pint so the beer inside caught the light. Yeah, we just loaded it into the employee taproom this morning. You should draw a pint.

The colors great. Golden with just enough orange to make it look like a substantial beer.

Derrick laughed. Just because you have a thing against pilsners doesnt make this beer better.

The fact that it isnt a pilsner already makes that beer better.

Draw a pint, Derrick suggested again.

Nah. Ill get one after work, when I have time to enjoy it.

Derrick rolled his eyes and swigged down the last of his. Right. Time to get back to work.

Lawson stole a glance at Jorys table as he bussed his dishes, but shed already slipped out of the room. He mentally scolded himself for looking, and tried to put her out of his mind. In the three days shed worked for the brewery, it hadnt worked yet.

LA Dragoni

LA Dragoni isnt too particular about who falls in love or where they fall in love. Whether its paranormal, mythical, or time travel, LA simply considers it her job to divine their story and share it with you.

She lives in Central Oregon with her husband and children, but haunts ghost towns and cemeteries throughout the west, in search of the next adventure to sift through her storytelling brain.

Learn more about LA and her work at ladragoni.com.

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Jory wore a simple V-neck t-shirt in a reddish-purple color that made her hair look more red than brown. Her green eyes shone brighter because of it, and her form fitting jeans did great things for her figure.

Lawson forced his attention back to Derrick at the front of the room, who was giving the morning pep talk and preparing to lead them through their morning stretching exercises. He had a feeling that if he watched Jory stretch, hed probably embarrass himself in his own tight jeans. What am I? Fifteen? Pathetic