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Title: Room 212
Author: Kate Stewart
Publication: March 27, 2014
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****Mature Audiences only**** (language, explicit sex, some drug use)
In every life there is always that…one.
Twenty-one year old Laura Sedgwick is a rebel without a cause. Her only plans for life are to make no plans. She revels in her fascination of the unexpected as she navigates her way through mid -1990’s Dallas nightlife. One very bad night brings her face to face with the one man likely to change her mind about…well…everything.
Twenty-three year old Seth Whitaker has every intention of seeing through with his well mapped out life. He is a hard working over-achiever that has no intentions of slowing his pace for anyone. With a fierce determination to not let life pass him by without taking a huge bite, he finds himself inexplicably drawn to the one distraction that could keep him from his best laid plans. Little did he know his determination to keep his life on track would be the very thing to trigger the events that change the course of both their lives.
In this life she had only done one thing right…
…and she was his only chance at salvation.

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About The Author:
Kate Stewart, a native of Dallas, now resides in Charleston, S.C. She moved to the city three weeks after her first visit, dropping her career of 8 years, declaring the city her creative muse. Since her move in 2010, she has launched a photography and event planning business as well as written her first novel, TITAN. She lives with her husband of 7 years, Nick, who is featured on the cover of the novel. Her second novel Room 212 is set to publish March 2014.

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All I was feeling was showing in the bathroom mirror on my reddened face. I was having a hard time enjoying it, instead of being terrified. I cupped some water from the faucet and swallowed, willing myself to get it together. I walked into the hall of the long corridor that led back to the rooftop door and found Seth waiting for me, arms crossed over his chest, casually leaning against the wall. I stood on the opposite wall, placing my hands behind my back. I felt a drop of water drip from my bottom lip onto my chest and slide into the V of my dress. I saw his eyes follow it with envy as he spokes his first words to me.
“You are all I think about, and I come here and you look…like this,” he breathed the words to me and I felt them on every inch of my body. I moved to go to him and he made a small gesture that kept me where I was. He still wanted to play and I was game.
“What do you think about?”
“Your laugh, the way your voice is raspy in the morning when you wake up, the arch of your perfect feet, the way your hair falls over your face when you’re on top of me, the way this feels right now and every time I’m with you.”
I pulled my leg through the thigh high slit in my dress propping my heel on the wall behind me and smiled. He cursed as he came toward me in a blur. He stopped himself inches away, placing both hands on the side of my face against the wall.

“Temptress,” he whispered into my ear.


“Mom…” It was a plea, a one word apology that begged forgiveness for all the shit I had put her through. I knew my face was a wreck and my eyes were still bleeding salt for Seth. Seth. Another wave of pain hit me and I saw the hard lines in her face disappear.
“Laura, what is it? What happened?”
I ran into her arms, taking her by complete surprise. She quickly rid herself of her gloves and wrapped them around me tightly.
“Mom, it hurts. It hurts so much, I can’t breathe, Mom. I can’t breathe!” “Laura what is it?” She pushed herself away from me, examining me for some sort of physical injury, but with one look in my eyes realization quickly washed over her.
“Come inside, Laura Lynn.”
I hated that name. It was as southern as it got. All of the people who thought of Texas as the land of tumbleweeds and cowboys were total idiots. I grew up in a town thirty minutes south of Dallas. The only cowboys we had around were on a football team. I was a suburbanite. I felt a small level of comfort when she called me by my pet name. Still, I hated the name.
I came clean as I paced the living room, waving my arms around as I spoke, throwing around way too much information. I would see her take in deep breaths as I revealed my twisted world to her. I spared her a majority of the details that I knew would keep her up nights, but the rawness in my heart, the desperation I felt, led me to a complete confession as I paced and cried to her. She would chime in with a question here and there, but mostly sat in silence, growing paler with each confession.
I finished with Seth. I saw her eyes moisten as I cried hysterically. I told her of how he had cared for me, of how he had taught me so much, of the way he treated me and how he tore my world apart with his goodbye. I knew I looked like a complete lunatic to her, after almost a year without talking, but I needed her. She was all I had.
I finally sat next to her, desperate for whatever light she could shed. “It hurts so much, it’s like my chest is on fire. I miss him so badly already, Mom. Please, help me! I can’t do this. I don’t understand, I haven’t known him long enough. I was with Chris for two years and never cried once.”
I watched her weigh her words as she studied me. “Love doesn’t care if you were there for five years or five minutes, Laura. Once your heart decides to give itself away, time has nothing to do with it. It’s not a choice you made, it’s a choice your heart made. You are in love with Seth.”
“I know that! How do I make this,” I held my chest with both hands, “stop? It has to stop. I can’t think. I can’t function, Mom.” I felt myself starting to hiccup through my tears. I couldn’t remember the last time I had cried that hard.
I saw her tears as she held me to her. She put my head in her lap as I sobbed out what was left in me. She held me close to her until the last tearful breath escaped me.
“You know, Laura Lynn, our God is a jealous God. If you love something more than him, he is bound to take it away. Very few people in this world get a chance to spend their life with their first love. It’s a gift only a select few get.”



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