BY BROOKE PAGE
BY BROOKE PAGE
Recent graduate Becca Stine’s all to perfect and predictable life went spiraling out of controlwhen her supposed childhood friend committed the ultimate betrayal. Following college, Becca
attempts to bury the pain by retreating into a dangerous lifestyle with her best friend, Jamie Rae. She
decides it’s time to grow up after being irresponsible, broken, and out of control. To Becca’s horror, her
only option is to return to her hometown of Grand Rapids. Worried she will forever live in the shadow of
her prominent family’s notability, Becca decides moving is her only opportunity to get her feet back on
the ground. With her best friend in tow, Becca reluctantly heads home to attempt to live her ideal life.
Little does Becca know the owner of the architecture firm she lands a job with has an intriguingly
mysterious son. Tyler Conklin is infatuated with Becca, yet is apprehensive about a public relationship
because of his hidden baggage. Not wanting anyone to know about his slight obsession with her, their
potential relationship must be kept a secret. Will Becca put up with Tyler’s untold story for long? Will
she tolerate being his secret?
Conklin’s Blueprints: Book Excerpt
“Let me call a cab quick,” Tyler said, reaching for his pocket.
I gently touched his arm and said, “It’s not too cold, let’s walk. My place isn’t that far away.”
He looked me up and down and raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? I don’t want to have to carry
you half way,” he teased.
“Ha ha ha, I will be fine, and… I’m not wearing heels,” I snickered, lifting my foot and wiggling my
toes as though if could see them.
He tried to hide his amusement. “Okay, if you say so.”
We slowly walked downtown amongst the young crowds of clubbers. I snaked my arm threw his
and leaned my head on his shoulder as we walked. He flinched at first, but then relaxed into me.
We stopped in the park along the railing, just as we had the first night we went to the coffee shop.
I leaned into him, hoping he would wrap his arms around me. I felt so comfortable and confident with
alcohol running through me. He shook his head and chuckled. Sliding his fingers up and down my arms
he said, “You’re funny when you are drunk.”
I pulled my head back and looked up at him. “I am so not drunk yet,” I said seriously at first then
let out a little giggle. He smiled down at me, our faces nearly inches from each other’s. His expression
became serious, and his hands slowed running up and down my arms, stopping on my forearms. I
never wanted anyone to kiss me so badly. I leaned up and closed my eyes, hoping he would get the
picture. I felt his nose touch mine then his mouth was on mine. My lips were no longer tingling from thealcohol but tingling from the sensation of his lips working against mine. I allowed his tongue access to
my mouth as a slow low groan escaped him. It was like he flicked a switch inside of me with his tongue.
I brought my arms up to his head and ran my fingers through his hair. Our bodies flushed together, I
noticed his arms were still at his sides. Why wasn’t he touching me?
He slowed down the kiss and gently pulled away, keeping his forehead on mine. I was still
“I need to get you home,” his voice was raspy, with ulterior meaning. I slowly opened my eyes and
turned to start walking. He took my hand and squeezed it, causing me to pick up my pace. He wanted
to be alone with me just as badly. I could feel it in his kiss.
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Brooke Page is a newly Independent author of Conklin’s Blueprints. She and her
husband live with their two children in the suburbs of Grand Rapids, Michigan. When she is not
writing or spending time with her beloved family, she enjoys using the pottery wheel and
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