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Indie-Credible Event~ Excerpts of The Progress Series #1 & #2 by Amy Queau

Progress by Amy Queau- Progress Series #1Progress (Book 1) Excerpt

“Well, I managed to eat the entire sandwich and half my fries. I blame you for the sixteen pounds I gained today.” She slouched in her chair. “Sorry, this has to be done,” she said, gesturing to her top button on her jeans that she had just unsnapped.

“No apology necessary. I’m about to do the same myself.”

“You two kiddos want some dessert? I just made lemon meringue…” Lily asked with a smile while wiping her hands on her apron.

“Lily, you’ve been great, and the sandwich was to die for. But I.Am.Stuffed.” Charlie chuckled, patting her belly.

“I’m good too. We’ve gotta get going. I have to work tonight,” Jesse said.

“Tonight? Aren’t we going to be late?” Charlie looked at the clock on the wall. Four-thirty.

“No, it’s a bussing shift. I don’t have to be there until six.”

Lily smiled. “You liking your job then? How’s your mom?”

“Everything is good, Lil. I’ll stop back next week when I have more time to chat.” He threw a one-hundred dollar bill on the table.

A hundred dollars?

“I’ve heard that before. Just take care of yourself, Jess. Charlie’s gonna promise me she’ll keep an eye on you.” Lily winked at Charlie and she nodded.

“Say ‘hi’ to your mom for me, Molly and Donny too.” She hugged Jesse as Charlie walked out the door to give them a private moment if they needed.

Outside, Charlie wandered around the front yard and lit a cigarette. Sadie ran over and sat in front of her, smiling. She smiled back and patted her on the head. “Good girl.”

“You ready?” he asked as the screen door clattered shut behind him.

“Sure.” She smiled and waved at Lily standing at the door. “Thanks again!”

On the drive back to The Crimson Cellar, Charlie fell asleep. When she woke, they were only five minutes from the restaurant.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep.” Did I snore?

He lit a cigarette and chuckled. “Don’t be.”

“Are you going to the Patio Party next weekend?” Charlie asked, yawning.

“The what?” He looked at her, confused.

“The Patio Party at the Crimson? You know, the grand opening of the patio?”

“Grand, eh? I don’t know. I hadn’t thought about it. Will you be there?”

“Yes, I think so.”

They pulled into the parking lot and he parked next to her car.

He got out and stretched. “See ya, Red!” Pulling his wadded up Crimson T-shirt out from the backseat, he went toward the employee entrance. As he approached the door, he chatted with two other drivers and put out his cigarette as he walked in.

“See ya,” she said to the pavement. So much for sentimental good-byes.

Charlie smiled as she climbed into the front seat of the Taurus. The car was a gift from her parents when she graduated from Business College. It was teal and in fairly good condition. There were smelly trees hanging from the rearview mirror and the ashtray was always full.

She turned the key and pulled out of her spot just as she heard a knock on the glass.

“You scared the crap out of me!” she said, rolling down her window. “What’s up?”

“I almost forgot, Lily told me to give this to you. You know, for ‘watching out for’ me.” He grinned as he handed her a large silk sunflower.

Smiling, she replied, “Oh, that was sweet of her. Tell her I prefer daisies…” She winked.

“Good to know,” he said with a smirk. “Have a good night.” He tapped the roof of her car and ducked back into the restaurant.

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Interrupted by Amy Queau- Progress Series #2Interrupted (Book 2) Excerpt

She sat down at the computer and started searching for apartments. She placed a few phone calls only to discover that living on her own was going to take hundreds of dollars that she didn’t have every month, so she decided to focus on finding a job instead.

Her days were filled with preparing the perfect résumé, submitting applications, and job hunting. Her nights were devoted to texting and calling Samuel.

Hey, you.  Still working? She smiled and hit send.

Charlie twisted a forkful of spaghetti into her mouth and patiently waited for him to respond.

Not anymore. 😉 Whatcha doin’?

She bobbed back and forth in her seat, gazing at his response, trying to come up with the perfect, sexy thing to say to him.

Taking a bath. Sudsy bubbles all around me. Touching myself. Wish you were here. xx

She let a little giggle escape. Ha! I’m such a tease.

You suck. Hey, Sunday is almost here. Two days away. Any ideas what you want to do? Oh, and be careful how much you tease me, Charlie. Two can play that game. xx

Yeah, I should be careful. He’s just so adorable.

Not sure. Call me in twenty minutes, we can talk about Sunday.

After finishing her dinner, she was rinsing off the plate when she heard the beep from her phone.

Twenty minutes!? If it’s taking you twenty minutes, you’re definitely doing something wrong. I could come over and show you how to get that down to four minutes, tops. 😉

Charlie burst out laughing. Her parents turned and stared from the living room, waiting for an explanation. Awkwardly, Charlie smiled and shook her head before heading downstairs.

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Amy Queau Author picAbout the Author:

I am a mother and wife, first and foremost. I decided to hit the computer and write Progress because I had a very personal story to tell. I do hope you enjoy it.
I live in the suburbs of Minneapolis, MN with my husband, two children; Junior and Evie, and my dog, Saba Lou.
I enjoy writing, drawing, crosswords, games, reading and of course, spending time with my beautiful family.

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