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Trial Run by:
Ella Medler
Genres: Romance, Comedy, Adult
340 pages
Release Date: October 31, 2014
“Trust me, he says. You’ll be safe with me, he says.”
Amelie Watts is sick and tired of being treated like a child. She might be willowy and delicate, but she has strength of the kind that doesn’t show on the outside. Plus, she learned all she needed to know so she could cope on her own. Now, if only her big brother would finally release her inheritance! She would fly to the Bahamas and kiss the backwater she grew up in goodbye.
Jason Watts is fed up with picking up the pieces of his little sister’s life. If only she would grow up already and learn to live life without stabilizers! Her latest idea is insane, and bound to be her most enormous failure to date. But how to make her understand?
Enter Rob Tyson, incorrigible bachelor and Jason’s best friend. For a laugh, they make a bet. Two people, a hastily acquired boat, and a tropical paradise. What could possibly go wrong?
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Ella Medler is a U.K. author and editor who lives in a corner of Heaven, on the south-west coast of Ireland, overlooking the Atlantic. She writes fiction in many genres – some after her own tastes, and some to make her readers happy. Sometimes, those two happen to coincide. Whatever the genre, her books are action-driven, and well-developed characters are her forte.
A fierce supporter of genuine talent, Ella Medler founded Paper Gold Publishing because she believes there are authors out there who deserve a chance to shine, authors who would otherwise fall between the cracks of a crumbling, forever-shifting industry. Feel free to join the site to access free resources, take part in competitions and enter your work in box sets and anthology collections.
As an editor, Ella Medler has the tendency to nit-pick on plot issues while ignoring the type of rule that doesn’t allow for a sentence to be finished in a preposition. If you want to win her over, make sure your books are action-packed, your characters real, and you bring chocolate.
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Trial Run –
the summer that inspired it
by Ella Medler
I grew up too serious. Before you ask “Why so
serious?” in that tone of voice, let me tell you why that’s odd: Because I love
to laugh. Unfortunately, times were tough, and my family never let me forget
the sacrifices they were making for me so I could get a decent education. For
that, I will forever be grateful. But really, why couldn’t they just smile
about it already?
At eighteen, gratitude was not so high on my list
of emotions. I was young, I was finally free of the grim nerdy high school I
was forced to attend because of family expectations (one that specialized in
mathematics and sciences – a path they had lined up for me since I was kicking
blankets in my crib), and most of all, I was in love.
It was a hot sultry summer, and my sweetheart was
back from his stint in the army as a trainee medic. His presence alone was all
I needed to put a smile on my face. When he said he was reconsidering his
career, and I figured I wouldn’t have to spend months alone, worrying about
him, I skipped with joy. Riotous laughter bubbled up to the surface and no
matter what happened – family frowning down on our youthful exuberance, lack of
cash, the break-up of old friendships as people scattered to attend
universities or just start up their lives – from then on, I let my happiness
shine through. We decided a celebration was in order.
In a matter of hours, we were on the way to the
coast. Beaches stretched as far as eye could see. Nothing could wipe the smiles
off our faces. We rented a shared room with a poor local family of fishermen,
but that was just so we could have somewhere to dump our
bags. One night trying to sleep crossways in a double bed with three other
people convinced us we had to rearrange our schedule. So we did.
Our summer of love turned into a whirlpool of
night-time activity and slumber on the beaches. The weather was our friend, and
so we used to nap through the day, between swimming in the sea and searching
for the cheapest place that served fast food, while at night we came alive,
hitching hikes to resorts up and down the coast, practicing dancing routines
(which provided us with free entry to some nightclubs), and testing our stamina
in all the possible ways. Yes, I’m winking here. I don’t think we left one tiny
patch of sand un-ruffled in those two weeks.
As I write this, I have a big grin on my face. The
relationship fizzled out, as most teen romances do, but those memories will
stay with me forever. I am certain the reason why I stranded Amelie and Rob on
a deserted beach in the Caribbean was partly because I was trying to give them
the chance to have what I had in those fantastic moments, the summer when I was
eighteen and free.
Maybe I wanted to relive those emotions through my
characters, or maybe I was trying to inspire my readers. Did I manage? You can
be the judge of that. When I write, I fling the gates open and let my feelings
fly. My characters are reckless, living life to the full and playing with each
other’s emotions, but they are young, they are real, and they are alive.
Sometimes, you have to go out and live your own
life if you want to be able to breathe life into another, made-up, person. You
have to say yes to every opportunity life throws your way, or else how could
you know what it would feel like to experience those events? Be bold and dare
to stretch outside your comfort zone. Take chances, like I did when I took a
shortcut and got lost in the wilderness of a Siberian forest… but that is a
story for another time, another book perhaps.
For now, enjoy Trial Run and the love story
between Rob Tyson and Amelie Watts. And know that I’ve been there, done exactly
that… though maybe just a little crazier.
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