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Breeze and the Prom Queen

    Hey, everyone. I published a short story tonight. It is called, as one might discern from the picture above, Breeze and the Prom Queen. I need to explain some things about this ebook.
    Several years ago, I wrote a short story called Tale of the Black Mushroom. It was really short, so I just made it free and someone downloads it every day, somewhere in the world. It was the story of a cute little 16 year old girl named Breeze. She has been raised in the wilderness by her dad. She has never watched television or dated or had any friends, really.
    One day she meets a guy in the woods. His name is Jeremy and the local prom queen has sent him on a scavenger hunt for a black mushroom. If he finds the mushroom, the popular girl will be his. Breeze helps him find what he needs, but he finds something so much better than a date with the prom queen. He finds Breeze herself.
    The original story ends there and it doesn't really tell what happens to the young couple. I even went back and wrote a second chapter, just for the blog. That didn't really resolve things completely, either.
    Months went by. Heck, years went by. Then today, I finished the story of Breeze, Jeremy, and Sancha the prom queen. It felt good to get that done. I hate having a character unresolved. Especially a little cutie like Breeze.
    When I published this story today, I made the original ebook into the first chapter of Breeze and the Prom Queen. Then I made the chapter I wrote for just the blog into the second chapter of this book. Then I wrote another 9 chapters in order to finish the tale. So, if you get this book, you'll have the whole tale in one volume. It is about 8600 words, an evening's read. By the way, that's Carley's outstanding photography work on the cover.
      This is a romance, not an action book. It carries a 'G' rating. It has no adult content. Check it out, if you want. It will be out on Amazon tomorrow, I would think. It is out right now on Smashwords. It costs a whopping 99 cents and is available here.
https://www.smashwords.com/b/396610
     Barnes and Noble, Sony, Kobo and all the other stores should have it in a week or so.
    I'm CE Wills.
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