Kiplyn Kavanaugh is a typical 22-year-old college student, trying to obtain her nursing degree.
She is determined to succeed in a world that is anything but nice.
She is dedicated and focused on her education until life throws a wrench in the works….or in her case a screwdriver.
Who knew a screwdriver in your tire would turn your world upside down……changing your view on……well everything.
Join Kiplyn on her rollercoaster ride she calls life!
Targeted Age Group:: 18+
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I have always wanted to write, and I had many ideas for a plot, but added in some real-life shenanigans that I went through.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
I came up with the characters by their names just clicking in my brain when I was thinking about the plot.
“Kiplyn Kavanaugh,” shouted my best friend Shauna, as she entered the dark and loud pub that was my second home. “Must you be so loud?” Kiplyn asked, as she sauntered up to the bar. “I have to announce my arrival,” she said with a wink. “What can I get for you?” Kiplyn asked with a shake of her head. “Jack and Coke, of course,” Shauna said as she scooted onto the barstool.
Shauna and I had been best friends for as long as I could remember. She is the yin to my yang. Where she is flirty and self-confident, I am sassy and serious. Shauna knows how to work a room and be the life of the party. I would rather get things taken care of and move on. Do not get me wrong, I like to have fun, but there is a time and place for it.
She handed Shauna her drink and slid to the other end of the bar to take care of another patron. Kiplyn spent most evenings here, at Kelly’s Pub. Not only was it her second home, but it is a family business. Kiplyn’s uncle owns the pub, and she started working here on her 21st birthday. Happy birthday to me, here is a job! Kelly’s Pub is a local hangout and is always busy, hence the reason I am here most nights. I would not change it for the world though. I love my job.
“It’s not that busy for a Saturday,” Shauna said directing her attention back to her instead of the glass I was drying. “It’s still early. Don’t worry, it will pick up in the next hour or so,” she told her with a shake of her head. “Anything interesting happen lately?” she asked. “Not really,” she said. “Well that’s good,” she said, pushing her empty glass toward me, her cue for a refill.
By 10 p.m. the pub was in full swing. There were so many people in the bar, that Kiplyn had to call in the other bartender to help. She could normally handle it on her own but did not feel like running herself into the ground tonight. She also knew that Devyn would need the hours. She worked on a part-time basis. She was a good addition, and could handle the fast-paced atmosphere like a pro.
By 2 a.m. Kiplyn was shooing everyone out of the pub and making sure there were plenty of cabs outside for those that needed them. She was exhausted and ready to head home. Devyn and I are able to get everyone out and cleaned up by 3 a.m. That is a record for us, considering the last customer hadn’t left until twenty minutes prior. We always had at least one that nursed their last drink.
She made her way slowly to her car. She was exhausted and her feet were killing her. Kiplyn sat quietly in her car as it warmed up. Her car was old, therefore needed several minutes to warm up before deciding to behave. If she tried driving it before it warmed up properly, it would sputter and spit, and act like it was dying. Sometimes, it seemed to have a mind of its own, damn temperamental car! But it was hers, and she loved it.
5 a.m. came way too soon. Kiplyn wanted to throw the alarm across the room. Only two hours of sleep better not become a regular thing for me,” she thought. She normally would not be up this early on a Sunday, but she had a meeting with her college advisor to discuss the internship at the local hospital. Yes, she actually had an advisor that worked on the weekends if needed.
Kiplyn stopped in at the corner café and ordered the biggest cup of coffee they had on the menu. Well actually she ordered two, one for herself and one for her advisor. It was the least she could do, considering the early hour, and it being a Sunday. It took everything inside her not to scald my tongue and throat by taking a huge gulp of it. Kiplyn would be patient, as hard as it was!
She knocked on her advisor’s office door, exactly at 7 a.m. “Come in!” he said just loud enough to be heard over the furious typing he was doing. She opened the door and held out the steaming cup of coffee as a peace offering. “You are a God send,” Mr. Williams said with a wide grin, showing all his perfect white teeth. “Well, it’s the least I could do since you are coming in on your day off to help me work out the issues with my internship.” she sat in the seat across from him placing her backpack on the floor at my feet, waiting for him to tell her what the exact issue was.
“So, I am sure you are wondering why I had to have you come in so early on a weekend,” he said opening the conversation. “Well, yes actually. I have heard of advisors working on the weekends, but I know it is only in dire situations. I would be lying if I didn’t say I wasn’t concerned,” she said as she took a giant sip of my own steaming cup of coffee. “Well if I can be honest, you are missing a signature on your internship agreement form that we had drawn up,” Mr. Williams stated. “Oh! Is that all?” she asked confused. He nodded and slid the paper across his desk towards her. Kiplyn reread the form thoroughly before signing, just to refresh her memory. Plus, she knew better than to sign a paper that has not been read. Too many ways to get screwed over! She signed the paper and slid it back across his desk toward him.
“Is that all that you needed, Mr. Williams?” she asked, slightly confused as to why he had made this form sound like a life and death matter. It honestly could have waited until Monday morning, but it is done and over with. “Yes, now I can submit it for you, and you will be able to start your internship when its time,” he explained. “Well thank you for taking care of that,” she said as she stood from the chair. “Thank you for taking care of it immediately,” he said with another wolfish smile. Kiplyn excused herself and began walking toward the campus library that she knew was just opening. She could spend some time working on an assignment that she had due soon.
Before she knew it, her phone was buzzing itself across the table. Looking at the screen, she saw Shauna’s name lit up on the screen. “What’s up?” she asked, laughing as she answered the phone. “Where the hell are you? You said we were going to meet for lunch!” she screeched into the phone. Holding the phone away from my ear, Kiplyn looked at the time and could not believe the time. It was 12:35p.m. She had been in the library for over five hours, and it did not seem like that long. “I am so sorry, I was working on an assignment in the library and lost track of time,” she explained, feeling absolutely awful. “I figured that is what happened. You would never stand me up on purpose. You know better,” she said with a laugh. “I am packing up and headed your way right now,” she told her, throwing my books back into my backpack. She hung up and flew toward the parking lot that was almost dead, except for a few scattered cars. Not counting hers, she only saw two others.
Kiplyn ran into the café that she had been in this morning, and saw Shauna sitting in the corner booth sipping on an iced tea. “Took you long enough,” Shauna joked as she tossed her purse into the booth before scooting in myself. “I had to go see my advisor and sign a paper,” Kiplyn said in way of explanation. “On a Sunday?!” she all but screeched. She laughed and explained the entirely odd situation of my morning. “He could have waited for Monday to have you sign that paper, don’t you think, Kip?” she asked, slightly concerned. “Probably, but he is just thorough,” she explained.
We spent the next hour talking about absolutely everything we could. “I am exhausted,” she said finally. Shauna nodded her head in agreement, knowing that she had only slept a couple hours. “I think you work too hard,” she said scolding me. “You are way too young to be this grown up and serious!” she laughed at her scolding, knowing that she will hear the same thing next week for something that she ends up doing. Her whole family, what’s left of them anyway, agrees that she is not a typical college student. I guess for a 22-year old girl, she is overly serious about her future. I cannot help it; I want to succeed! She thought to herself.
“As fun as this has been, I need to head home and get a nap in before work tonight,” she said to Shauna as they were walking toward the parking lot of the café. Once they reached her car, she realized she had a flat tire. It was not just any flat tire; it was purposely done. There was a screwdriver sticking out of the tire! Who would do something like that?
Kiplyn pulled out her phone and called the local mechanic that her entire family uses. “Hi, this is Kiplyn. I need someone to come pick up my car from the café, it has a flat tire,” she explained to the person on the other end of the phone. She spent the next few minutes explaining the situation and was informed that they would be there shortly. By the time she was placing her phone back in her purse, the patrol car was pulling into the parking lot next to them.
“Wow, that was fast! You didn’t even have the chance to call them?” Shauna said in surprise. “The mechanic’s called it in for me,” she explained. Shauna nodded her head. “I am Officer O’Neal and I am here to take your statement,” said the officer as he walked over, notepad in hand. Shauna and Kiplyn spent the next fifteen minutes explaining our day as it happened, not leaving out any details.
After speaking with the officer for a few more minutes and him collecting the screwdriver from my tire, the tow-truck driver was walking toward us. “So, what happened here exactly?” he asked coming to a stop right in front of me. “I got a flat tire,” she explained, not understanding his tone. The officer explained the situation to him, and then excused himself to go back to the station, leaving his card with her.
“Come on, Kip, I will take you home,” Shauna said as Kiplyn was handing over her keys to the mechanic/tow truck driver. “Here is my number if anything comes up. All my information is in my file at the shop. Emerald’s is the only place I take my car,” she explained as she started toward Shauna’s car. She looked over her shoulder at the man hooking up my car and couldn’t help but smile. He was a sight to behold. He was tall, broad shouldered, and eyes that seemed to see right through you. “My name’s Patrick, and I will be personally taking care of your car,” he said as she was climbing into Shauna’s car.
“He is yummy,” Shauna said with a sly smile. She nodded her head in agreement but didn’t say anything. She was afraid of what would come out if she actually opened her mouth to respond. The thoughts that were running through her brain about this man were not at all pure, and honestly scared her because she didn’t want anything to ruin her focus on school. She knew damn well though, that if anyone or anything could break her focus on school it would be those eyes and who they belonged too. They were the prettiest, clearest, most unique shade of blue she had ever seen.
When she reached her house, she slowly climbed out of the car, still silent. “Give me a call when you are getting ready for work tonight. We can chat and catch up some more,” Shauna said with a wave. Kiplyn smiled and nodded her agreement and closed the car door. Walking slowly up to the door. She entered her quiet home and went straight to bed, without a second thought.
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