Grabbing Fate

By Jinni James

Ever since high school Samantha has hated Valentine’s Day. That is why she always chooses to go see a horror movie instead of suffering through one of those sappy romantic comedies. But after spontaneously grabbing the arm of her sexy seating partner Drew she’s thrown into a night of unbelievable passion with the charming stranger.
There’s no harm in a little one-night stand on Valentine’s Day right? That’s what Samantha thinks before her boy toy from the night before comes walking into her office for a job interview. Samantha feels completely thrown when she looks up to find her sexy one night stand staring her in the face looking even better than before in his three piece suit. Could she hire her one night stand or would it make things too awkward?
Andrew is pleasantly surprised when he walks in his job interview to find the gorgeous woman he spent the night with standing in front of him. After kicking himself for not getting her number he finds fate has thrown him a second chance. Can he convince her that they can work together and be together as well?
After grabbing Andrew on a whim does Samantha decide to grab fate as well?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jinni James
• Release date: Jul 17, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311435569

Jinni James

Jinni James is an administrative assistant, wife, and mother of two girls as well as a step mother based in Huntsville, Alabama. Since child hood she has written many short stories and poems but never dreamed of writing a novel. She attempted to write many stories but never finished. Finally she was in the perfect place in her life to write a story that had been invading her thoughts and dreams for a very long time. That story blossomed into her first novel The Wolfs Maine. She is now currently working on her next novel.

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Grabbing Fate

By Jinni James

Previously published in the Beating Hearts Anthology

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Grabbing Fate

By Jinni James

I hated Valentine’s Day. Ever since my freshman year of high school when my boyfriend of six months decided to dump me on Valentine’s Day to go out with the ditzy blonde bitch I used to call my friend, I had hated the stupid day. I mean who cared about Valentine’s Day really? It wasn’t even a real holiday. I couldn’t walk into a store without being surrounded by red and white hearts, flowers, cards that said what people couldn’t bring themselves to say, and so much candy that made you throw your diet right out the window. I guess you could say I was bitter. But really… shouldn’t you celebrate your love for one another every day instead of going all out one day a year? But how I would I know? I hadn’t had a real relationship since my husband died three years ago from a brain tumor, and on Valentine’s Day no less. I hated the day before I met my husband and I hated the day more afterwards. I didn’t need a relationship. Relationships took up too much time especially for a woman who owned her own business, or that’s what I kept telling myself.

Maybe that’s why it’d become a tradition for me to go see a horror movie at the theater while every other woman in Alabama dragged their significant others to see a sappy romantic comedy. I