by Lisa Becker
Paperback: 308 pages
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform (March 25, 2013)
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File Size: 463 KB
Print Length: 309 pages
Page Numbers Source ISBN: 1482004992
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services, Inc.
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Synopsis:
Fans of the romantic hit Click: An Online Love Story will enjoy another voyeuristic dive into the lives of Renee, Shelley, Ashley, Mark and Ethan, as Double Click picks up with their lives six months later. Are Renee and Ethan soul mates? Does Mark ever go on a date? Has Shelley run out of sexual conquests in Los Angeles? Will Ashley's judgmental nature sabotage her budding relationship? Through a marriage proposal, wedding, new baby and unexpected love twist, Double Click answers these questions and more. Readers will continue to cheer, laugh, cry and cringe following the email exploits of Renee and friends.
Double Click Excerpt
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From: Shelley Manning – July 17, 2012 – 9:43 AM
To: Renee Greene
Subject: Miss me?
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To: Shelley Manning
Subject: Re: Miss me?
I do miss you, Shel. But why are you sending me a picture of your boobs?
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From: Shelley Manning – July 17, 2012 – 9:47 AM
To: Renee Greene
Subject: Re: Miss me?
Holy shit! I sent you the wrong message. Not much else to do but laugh and laugh. And be thankful it went to you by accident and not my boss.
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From: Renee Greene – July 17, 2012 – 9:52 AM
To: Shelley Manning
Subject: Re: Miss me?
I’m thrilled to hear you didn’t intend to send a cleavage shot to your boss. Who was this for? You haven’t spoken much about anyone lately. I was beginning to think you’d hit a dry spell.
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From: Shelley Manning – July 17, 2012 – 9:57 AM
To: Renee Greene
Subject: Re: Miss me?
Dry spell? Me? Never! No, I just figured it was getting passé to continue talking about this stuff. Plus, you’re in a serious relationship. You have an exciting life of your own.
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From: Renee Greene – July 17, 2012 – 10:00 AM
To: Shelley Manning
Subject: Re: Miss me?
I will always want to hear of your dating adventures. Those nicknames bring me such joy.
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From: Shelley Manning – July 17, 2012 – 10:02 AM
To: Renee Greene
Subject: Re: Miss me?
I’ll keep that in mind. In the meantime, I’ve got an email to send and you’ve got an email to delete. Right?
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From: Renee Greene – July 17, 2012 – 10:06 AM
To: Shelley Manning
Subject: Re: Miss me?
Oh, I don’t think so. You have a picture of me from Cancun in college. As I recall, you’ve trotted that little factoid out on many an occasion when you are interested in getting me to do something I don’t want to. Now I’ve got a little black“mail” of my own.
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From: Shelley Manning – July 17, 2012 – 10:08 AM
To: Renee Greene
Subject: Re: Miss me?
Fine. Keep it. Show it around if you want. I’m proud of the rack.
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From: Renee Greene – July 17, 2012 – 10:10 AM
To: Shelley Manning
Subject: Re: Miss me?
UGH! It’s no fun when you have no shame. Why can’t you be embarrassed like normal people?
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From: Shelley Manning – July 17, 2012 – 10:11 AM
To: Renee Greene
Subject: Re: Miss me?
Sweetie, I’m anything but normal. And I’ve got two great reasons to be proud in this case.
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From: Renee Greene – July 17, 2012 – 10:12 AM
To: Shelley Manning
Subject: Re: Miss me?
True, my friend. True. Okay, go send your sexy photo to…?
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From: Shelley Manning – July 17, 2012 – 10:13 AM
To: Renee Greene
Subject: Re: Miss me?
…? No one you know. Call you later. Mwah! Mwah!
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From: Shelley Manning – July 18, 2012 – 8:25 PM
To: Renee Greene
Subject: HUMP DAY
It's hump day. Just thought you should know.
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From: Renee Greene – July 18, 2012 – 8:32 PM
To: Shelley Manning
Subject: Re: HUMP DAY
UGH! I’m still at the office. I’ve been working my fanny off and it’s only Wednesday. I wouldn't be busting my hump like this for just any client. Thankfully, they are appreciative of our work.
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From: Shelley Manning – July 18, 2012 – 8:35 PM
To: Renee Greene
Subject: Re: HUMP DAY
I say “hump day” and that’s your take, Sweetie? I’ve been working hard. Listen up lady: It’s HUMP DAY. So log off the computer, find your man and have at it.
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From: Renee Greene – July 18, 2012 – 8:36 PM
To: Shelley Manning
Subject: Re: HUMP DAY
I didn’t realize it was a command.
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From: Shelley Manning – July 18, 2012 – 8:38 PM
To: Renee Greene
Subject: Re: HUMP DAY
Well it is! Sadly, I have to remind you to have sex.
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From: Renee Greene – July 18, 2012 – 8:40 PM
To: Shelley Manning
Subject: Re: HUMP DAY
Is that your plan for the evening? Perhaps with the gentleman who received your risqué photo yesterday? What was his name again?
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From: Shelley Manning – July 18, 2012 – 8:42 PM
To: Renee Greene
Subject: Re: HUMP DAY
Nice try, Sweetie. Go have some fun. Mwah! Mwah!
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