After missing the midnight bus, Jamie is forced to walk home, only to witness the murder of two policemen by the heads of an infamous crime cartel. Jamie's past leaves testifying against some of the most dangerous people in the world an easy decisio...
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Summary: Since this is the first chapters here isn't much you need to know other than that, Jamie, the protagonist is an overworked employee at a job she shares no passion for. Jamie is a fresh university graduate who expected writing jobs to fall at her feet, but due to the recent crime outbreak in London and its dwindling economy Jamie's dreams fall flat.
Questions: 1. 1. Due to me setting up the for the plot of the story in this chapter, the chapter is more action based which leaves me to wonder how does this affect the reader's ability to be invested in my protagonist, Jamie? 2. What do you think about the pacing of this chapter and how does it affect your engagement as a reader? 3. I've gotten many comments about my vocabulary saying that it doesn't really fit in with the romance genre, what is your opinion on that and how does it affect the overall narrative?
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12:28 a.m. and her eyes were fighting a losing battle. Her fingers slowly lost grip of the newspaper that she had been reading. She jolted herself up in an attempt to stay awake. But alas, her eyes surrendered; their laudable efforts succumbed to the laborious day endured by her. Her unkempt brunette locks became damp under the touch of the freshly dewed pole upon which her head rested.
Jamie's eyes fluttered open as the familiar chiming of Big Ben announced the arrival of 1 a.m.
"Shit."
Even in her groggy state, she knew that she had missed the bus.
"Oh God." Her muscles tensed as she mustered up the energy to lift herself off the bench. Jamie stretched her arms into the air, letting the joints of her back crack as she prepared for the walk home.
Liam is probably out cold in his warm bed. Oh, how good that bed mustfeel.
It had been days since she had gotten a proper night's rest. She insisted that she loved it at that café, even though waking up every morning had become a dreadful task befallen on her. Well, it wasn't so much the café she hated, no, she rather quite liked the quaint little shop and those muffins that they served were in her words "a life changing experience". But, every day that she stepped into that café served as a reminder of unfulfilled dreams and giving up.
