Shy Kinda Love
by Deanna Eshler
Publication Date: February 4, 2015
Cover Designer: The Book Cover Machine
Genre: New Adult Romance
Synopsis
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I close my eyes and
draw in a long, slow breath. “Listen, Kade, I’m honored that you got up at 5:30 in the morning to spend
time with me, but I don’t do this,” I say, as I wave my hand back and forth between us.
I roll my eyes. “Your room is right next to mine,
and our walls are paper-thin. I heard your alarm, asshat.”
Kade lifts both hands in surrender. “Okay, I’ll let you go play with your
horses and be grumpy in peace.”
I'm a Licensed
Clinical Counselor, with a masters degree, but I choose not use my degree. In 2013 I quit my job,
working with foster kids and families, to stay at home with my 2 kids. That decision is one of my better
ones to date.
In addition to my education in counseling, I am certified through EAGALA to provide Equestrian
Assisted Psychotherapy (EAP). That training, and subsequent work using horses to help kids heal, is
partially where my inspiration for Shy's story began. Watching children, and families, gain insight into
their own behaviors through the horses has been an amazing process. I should mention that I'm not
currently using this certification either. I like to gather information, training, titles, but I'm not big on
utilizing my new skills.
I started reading, for fun, around 2007. I thank Harry Potter for showing me that escaping in
a book is the best therapy. Since that time, I have read more than 500 books. This is one thing I have
stayed committed to. I prefer audio books, since I can fold clothes and read at the same time, but I
usually have a kindle book I'm reading simultaneously.
I decided to write my own novel when I realized there are not enough books in the New Adult
genre. This is my favorite genre, thanks to Colleen Hoover and Jamie McGuire. Once I started writing
Shy's story, I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to. Sometimes she would wake me in the middle of the
night to tell me what the next chapter was about. Writing her story, as well as her horse's-Walker, was
an emotional adventure. I hope you enjoy reading her story, as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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Excerpt: Captain’s Surprise
“I’ve been up since 4:30 thinking about spending time with
you,” he says, with a playful smile.

He shrugs, as if saying I tried. “Anyway, what do you
mean by this?” he asks, now waving his hands between us.
“Talking, hanging out, friendships, relationships. All of it; I
don’t do any of it.”
He narrows his eyes. “You have two friends in there that I’ve
seen you talk to and hang out with.”
I can’t help the frustrated grunt that escapes. “I didn’t want
friends, but they showed up looking all comfy with their marathon biker shows, and stayed at my house
all day... Keegan’s all straightforward and Gemma’s so damn cute... I tried to say no.” </
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I’m rambling and I know it, but I can’t seem to stop. I’m
looking everywhere but at Kade, and one of my legs is bouncing nervously.
“Then they keep making me go out... where I meet new
people... and I have to talk to those people too... and they say funny stuff and make me smile... so I feel
bad telling them I don’t want friends... then the next thing I know I’m living here and I have two best
friends.” I let out one final huff, then make eye contact and plead, “I just want to be by myself, with my
horses, alone in my own head. I don’t want to laugh and have fun. I want to go back to being cranky and
alone, at least for a few hours.”
“You know that social isolation can alter functioning of the
brain? Can lead to depression, health issues, and even impulsive behavior.”
I raise my eyebrows, unclear what he is saying.
Kade attempts to explain. “It’s like your horses. They’re social
animals, so if you separate one from the herd, what happens to it?”
It becomes depressed and/or highly agitated. I don’t answer
out loud, because it’s clear he already knows.
“They become extremely agitated,” he says, proving me
right. “After an extended period of time of separation, the stress will begin to affect their health and
they will even injure themselves in an attempt to get back to the herd.”
This is true. I’ve seen a horse go through fences to get back
to its herd.
I gesture for him to get off my truck. “Okay, thanks for the
lesson on isolation, but I have hungry horses waiting for me.”
Kade’s expression changes to hurt. “I just want to get to
know you.”
Now I stomp my foot, getting frustrated at my failure to
chase him away. “Well, I don’t want to get to know you,” I spit. It’s harsh, but I’m desperate to get away
from him. Away from all the things he makes me feel.

He jumps down off the tailgate and dusts off his pants. He
takes a few steps, then stops when he’s next to me. He places his hand on the small of my back and
leans in, so that his mouth is only an inch from my ear. “If you feel like trying the friendship-slash-
hanging out thing later, I’ll be home all day.”
Surprisingly, I don’t feel the all-consuming anxiety take over
my body at his touch. I clear my throat and step away. When I turn to lift my tailgate, I realize Kade left
his bowl of cereal and pick it up with one hand, then instantly cover my mouth with my other hand.
“What is this?”
He reaches out, retrieving the offending object from my
hand. “I call it Captain’s Surprise. When I can’t decide what kind of cereal to eat I just dump them all in.”
He looks down into the bowl. “Now it’s just Soggy Surprise.”
“That’s disgusting,” I say, with my hand still covering my
mouth, I’m trying to hide my smile. When Kade smiles back, before turning to back into the apartment, I
know I failed.
Meet Deanna Eshler

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