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Title: Diary of a Wallflower
Author: Glory Abah
Publisher: Love Africa Press
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release date: August 12, 2019
Tagline: A tough choice to make.
High-school boyfriend or best friend?
BLURB:
I have always been a wallflower—too
quiet, too shy, with a boring life that revolves only around work and church.
But boring is about to get a twist:
Alex, my high school boyfriend, pops back into my life, though he hardly seems
to recognise me and appears to like my friend, Chioma. And Simon, my best
friend? Seems he has feelings for me!
Did I mention I might still be in love
with Alex?
Suddenly, I am thrust into a daunting
love triangle … Two choices lie before me: best friend or high school
boyfriend?
Do I bury my head in the sand and go
for my best friend? Or do I fight for my ex, for a love that was always meant
to be, it appears?
What would a wallflower do?
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EXCERPT:
“Glory.”
The voice came behind me, but I knew
who it was. I knew because my heart jumped, not with fright, but with
recognition.
And he sounded just like my Alex, the
one I loved, not the hard, grown-up voice he’d been using.
I couldn’t bring myself to turn. My
body kept shaking, and my legs turned to jelly instantly.
Say something. Turn, I whispered to
myself.
It was happening again. How was it that
every time it came to Alex, I’d be reduced to this painfully shy teenager? Why
did he have so much power over me?
I cleared my throat because a little
green monster had wrapped his hands around my throat, making my throat close
up.
“I know you’re waiting for your
boyfriend. I just have to ask, do you really not recognise me?”
My heart leaped. He knew me. He hadn’t
forgotten.
He hadn’t forgotten.
Turn around. Say something.
Still, I remained immobile.
“You don’t want your boyfriend to know
about us, right? Or you just plain don’t remember me?”
Damn it. Say something, Glory. Turn
around. Do something. Anything.
I could see Simon walking towards me.
Alex must have seen him, too, because he laughed harshly, and then, I felt his
hands on my arm.
He pulled my arm and began to lead me
towards the generator house, his strides quick and brisk. I followed because
somehow, I knew he would have dragged me if I didn’t.
He pulled me to the wall and covered me
with his body, placing his hands on the wall beside my head and successfully
locking me in.
His face was close—so close, I could
see the brown flecks in his eyes. I could smell his musky scent.
“Tell me you really don’t remember me
...”
He was too close, I began to feel
overpowered.
“Alex,” I said simply.
I couldn’t say anything else.
Something in his eyes changed. The
anger fled, and a new light filled his eyes, like recognition. He knew I hadn’t
forgotten.
I looked up at him. Then, his eyes
looked down, to my lips.
Suddenly, they felt dry, parched. I
brought out my tongue and licked my lips, to wet them.
He made a small sound, then brought his
head down, his lips almost touching mine.
My phone suddenly rang, the light
flashing in my pocket.
Sanity returned, and we jerked away
from each other.
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