Neveah Ivy Jones
Neveah loves NYC. She really does, but...there are times. Times when the musky smell of B.O. and urine in the subway gets to her. Times when the crowds make her question if she's even alive and if this has been hell in disguise all along. Born and raised in NYC, Neveah is a true New Yorker, and it ain't all it's cracked up to be.
The only place she knows besides New York is California. Half of her family is on the other side of the country, living in Sonoma County, California. Also known as the "wine country" because of its endless grape vineyards. Neveah visits there every summer. She absolutely adores it there. The weather is heavenly, not like the gross humid weather here on the east coast. The people there are lovely too, except for the old white racists but they won't live long. It was always strange to Neveah how the towns there can be half Mexican and half white country at the same time. You could attend a quinceanera one weekend, then go to the whitest BBQ you've ever seen.
As surprising as this may be, the diversity there is no NYC. There was typically only one or two black families in each town there, and Neveah isn't one who likes to stand out. Even still, sometimes Neveah longs for the west coast. As much as she would love to move over there, she can't. Her career is here in NYC. Her life and her friends are here. Her writing career is almost down the drain, despite once being the most famous young writer. Her support system is here, her editor, her publisher, her audience and fans are all here.
Everything is in NYC.
She can't possibly move.
Moving would destroy her.
"You have to move."
"What?" Neveah's jaw drops as she stares at her agent. She stands up from the leather couch. "You were the one telling me not to for months!"
Christine crosses her arms. "I said that then, now I'm not. You have to move."
Neveah slumps back down onto the couch. "Chris...goddammit okay. Tell me why."
The woman takes a seat next to Neveah and opens up her laptop, placing it on both of their laps. "This is the reviews of your last book-"
Neveah groans. "No don't show me. I already saw it."
Giving a small smile, Christine pats Neveah on her back. "Just face it. You suck at love."
"I know. I know. That doesn't explain-"
"I'm getting there." Christine opens another tab, "I was thinking, that maybe if you got a change of scenery, you would get some inspiration flowing."
"That won't teach me how to write romance novels."
Christine presses her lips in a thin line, "You don't have to write romance."
Neveah sighs and rubs the back of her head. "But I want to. I just know it's gonna save my career, people love romance."
YOU ARE READING
Once A Lover (GirlxGirl)
RomanceTwo women leading different lives both are missing something from their lives: a connection. Neveah Jones was a once top-selling NYC author. She's twenty-six years old and has hit a low point in her career and needs to make a best selling book fast...
