Finding Cinderella: A Novella by Colleen Hoover (English) Paperback Book

Description: Finding Cinderella by Colleen Hoover Synopsis coming soon....... FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description This printed edition includes exclusive new material—a new epilogue and an essay written by the author.From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of It Ends With Us, a novella about the search for happily ever after.A chance encounter in the dark leads eighteen-year-old Daniel and the girl who stumbles across him to profess their love for each other. But this love has conditions: they agree it will last only one hour, and it will be only make-believe. When their hour is up and the girl rushes off like Cinderella, Daniel tries to convince himself that what happened between them seemed perfect only because they were pretending it was. Moments like that happen only in fairy tales. One year and one bad relationship later, his disbelief in love-at-first-sight is stripped away the day he meets Six: a girl with a strange name and an even stranger personality. Unfortunately for Daniel, finding true love doesnt guarantee a happily ever after . . . it only further threatens it. Will an unbearable secret from the past jeopardize Daniel and Sixs only chance at saving each other? Author Biography Colleen Hoover is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Slammed, Hopeless, Maybe Someday, Maybe Not, Ugly Love, Confess, November 9, It Ends with Us, Without Merit, and All Your Perfects. She has won the Goodreads Choice Award for Best Romance three years in a row—for Confess (2015), It Ends with Us (2016), and Without Merit (2017). Confess was adapted into a seven-episode online series. In 2015, Colleen and her family founded The Bookworm Box, a bookstore and monthly subscription service offering signed novels donated by authors. All profits are given to various charities each month to help those in need. Colleen lives in Texas with her husband and their three boys. Visit ColleenHoover.com. Excerpt from Book Finding Cinderella 1. TWO WEEKS EARLIER Sydney I slide open my balcony door and step outside, thankful that the sun has already dipped behind the building next door, cooling the air to what could pass as a perfect fall temperature. Almost on cue, the sound of his guitar floats across the courtyard as I take a seat and lean back into the patio lounger. I tell Tori I come out here to get homework done, because I dont want to admit that the guitar is the only reason Im outside every night at eight, like clockwork. For weeks now, the guy in the apartment across the courtyard has sat on his balcony and played for at least an hour. Every night, I sit outside and listen. Ive noticed a few other neighbors come out to their balconies when hes playing, but no one is as loyal as I am. I dont understand how someone could hear these songs and not crave them day after day. Then again, music has always been a passion of mine, so maybe Im just a little more infatuated with his sound than other people are. Ive played the piano for as long as I can remember, and although Ive never shared it with anyone, I love writing music. I even switched my major to music education two years ago. My plan is to be an elementary music teacher, although if my father had his way, Id still be prelaw. "A life of mediocrity is a waste of a life," he said when I informed him that I was changing my major. A life of mediocrity. I find that more amusing than insulting, since he seems to be the most dissatisfied person Ive ever known. And hes a lawyer. Go figure. One of the familiar songs ends and the guy with the guitar begins to play something hes never played before. Ive grown accustomed to his unofficial playlist since he seems to practice the same songs in the same order night after night. However, Ive never heard him play this particular song before. The way hes repeating the same chords makes me think hes creating the song right here on the spot. I like that Im witnessing this, especially since after only a few chords, its already my new favorite. All his songs sound like originals. I wonder if he performs them locally or if he just writes them for fun. I lean forward in the chair, rest my arms on the edge of the balcony, and watch him. His balcony is directly across the courtyard, far enough away that I dont feel weird when I watch him but close enough that I make sure Im never watching him when Hunters around. I dont think Hunter would like the fact that Ive developed a tiny crush on this guys talent. I cant deny it, though. Anyone who watches how passionately this guy plays would crush on his talent. The way he keeps his eyes closed the entire time, focusing intently on every stroke against every guitar string. I like it best when he sits cross-legged with the guitar upright between his legs. He pulls it against his chest and plays it like a stand-up bass, keeping his eyes closed the whole time. Its so mesmerizing to watch him that sometimes I catch myself holding my breath, and I dont even realize Im doing it until Im gasping for air. It also doesnt help that hes cute. At least, he seems cute from here. His light brown hair is unruly and moves with him, falling across his forehead every time he looks down at his guitar. Hes too far away to distinguish eye color or distinct features, but the details dont matter when coupled with the passion he has for his music. Theres a confidence to him that I find compelling. Ive always admired musicians who are able to tune out everyone and everything around them and pour all of their focus into their music. To be able to shut the world off and allow yourself to be completely swept away is something Ive always wanted the confidence to do, but I just dont have it. This guy has it. Hes confident and talented. Ive always been a sucker for musicians, but more in a fantasy way. Theyre a different breed. A breed that rarely makes for good boyfriends. He glances at me as if he can hear my thoughts, and then a slow grin appears across his face. He never once pauses the song while he continues to watch me. The eye contact makes me blush, so I drop my arms and pull my notebook back onto my lap and look down at it. I hate that he just caught me staring so hard. Not that I was doing anything wrong; it just feels odd for him to know I was watching him. I glance up again, and hes still watching me, but hes not smiling anymore. The way hes staring causes my heart to speed up, so I look away and focus on my notebook. Way to be a creeper, Sydney. "Theres my girl," a comforting voice says from behind me. I lean my head back and tilt my eyes upward to watch Hunter as he makes his way onto the balcony. I try to hide the fact that Im shocked to see him, because Im pretty sure I was supposed to remember he was coming. On the off chance that Guitar Boy is still watching, I make it a point to seem really into Hunters hello kiss so that maybe Ill seem less like a creepy stalker and more like someone just casually relaxing on her balcony. I run my hand up Hunters neck as he leans over the back of my chair and kisses me upside down. "Scoot up," Hunter says, pushing on my shoulders. I do what he asks and slide forward in the seat as he lifts his leg over the chair and slips in behind me. He pulls my back against his chest and wraps his arms around me. My eyes betray me when the sound of the guitar stops abruptly, and I glance across the courtyard once more. Guitar Boy is eyeing us hard as he stands, then goes back inside his apartment. His expression is odd. Almost angry. "How was school?" Hunter asks. "Too boring to talk about. What about you? How was work?" "Interesting," he says, brushing my hair away from my neck with his hand. He presses his lips to my neck and kisses his way down my collarbone. "What was so interesting?" He tightens his hold on me, then rests his chin on my shoulder and pulls me back in the chair with him. "The oddest thing happened at lunch," he says. "I was with one of the guys at this Italian restaurant. We were eating out on the patio, and I had just asked the waiter what he recommended for dessert, when a police car rounded the corner. They stopped right in front of the restaurant, and two officers jumped out with their guns drawn. They began barking orders toward us when our waiter mumbled, Shit. He slowly raised his hands, and the police jumped the barrier to the patio, rushed toward him, threw him to the ground, and cuffed him right at our feet. After they read him his rights, they pulled him to his feet and escorted him toward the cop car. The waiter glanced back at me and yelled, The tiramisu is really good! Then they put him in the car and drove away." I tilt my head back and look up at him. "Seriously? That really happened?" He nods, laughing. "I swear, Syd. It was crazy." "Well? Did you try the tiramisu?" "Hell, yeah, we did. It was the best tiramisu Ive ever had." He kisses me on the cheek and pushes me forward. "Speaking of food, Im starving." He stands up and holds out his hand to me. "Did you cook tonight?" I take his hand and let him pull me up. "We just had salad, but I can make you one." Once were inside, Hunter takes a seat on the couch next to Tori. Shes got a textbook spread open across her lap as she halfheartedly focuses on both homework and TV at the same time. I take out the containers from the fridge and make his salad. I feel a little guilty that I forgot tonight was one of the nights he said he was coming. I usually have something cooked when I know hell be here. Weve been dating for almost two years now. I met him during my sophomore year in college, when he was a senior. He and Tori had been friends for years. After she moved into my dorm and we became friends, she insisted I meet him. She said wed hit it off, and she was right. We made it official after only two dates, and things have been wonderful since. Of course, we have our ups and downs, especially since he moved more than an hour away. When he landed the job in the accounting firm last semester, he suggested I move with him. I told him no, that I really wanted to finish my undergrad before taking such a huge step. In all honesty, Im just scared. The thought of moving in with him seems so final, as if I would be sealing my fate. I know that once we take that step, the next step is marriage, and then Id be looking at never having the chance to live alone. Ive always had a roommate, and until I can afford my own place, Ill be sharing an apartment with Tori. I havent told Hunter yet, but I really want to live alone for a year. Its something I promised myself I would do before I got married. I dont even turn twenty-two for a couple of weeks, so its not as if Im in any hurry. I take Hunters food to him in the living room. "Why do you watch this?" he says to Tori. "All these women do is talk shit about each other and flip tables." "Thats exactly why I watch it," Tori says, without taking her eyes off the TV. Hunter winks at me and takes his food, then props his feet up on the coffee table. "Thanks, babe." He turns toward the TV and begins eating. "Can you grab me a beer?" I nod and wa Details ISBN1476783284 Author Colleen Hoover Short Title FINDING CINDERELLA Language English ISBN-10 1476783284 ISBN-13 9781476783284 Media Book Format Paperback Year 2014 Imprint Atria Books Subtitle A Novella Country of Publication United States DEWEY FIC Publication Date 2014-03-18 NZ Release Date 2014-03-18 US Release Date 2014-03-18 UK Release Date 2014-03-18 Series Hopeless Pages 176 Publisher Simon & Schuster Audience General AU Release Date 2014-03-11 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:78344777;

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