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March 9, 2013
DENOUEMENT COVER; THANK YOU ERMISENDA ALVAREZ
DENOUEMENT cover was made by Ermisenda Alvarez. Thank you so much. Check out her blog here ermilia
Dénouement is defined as a dramatic structure of a dramatic work, the final outcome of the main dramatic complication in a literary work or the outcome of a complex sequence of events.
Dénouement is a story of self discovery, with the climax being Marietta and Tobias learning to be the best versions of themselves for each other.
Coming out in July from Secret Cravings Publishing.
Day (421) - The Voice
Reblogged from The Better Man Project:
I went to bed sick.
And I had this dream.
Where I was standing on the road.
The sun was rising, but the fog was still out.
There was this eerie light everywhere.
I looked down at the concrete.
My bare feet touched the ground.
On the black..."Starting Line" was inscribed.
My bare body stood there at the threshold.
Not the body I have now, but the body I have envisioned.
February 23, 2013
GETTING EVEN HAS NEVER FELT SO GOOD……………….
CHECKMATE
Deep breath!
Deep breath!
She thought, as she coaxed her lungs to inhale and exhale in a slow pace, while she tried to get the loud thundering of her heart under control, and out of her ears. This was it, she had prepared for this day and now it was finally here. Taking a step to the front of the room, she watched as a patient crowd stared back at her in silent patience. She took a deep breath as the eager expressions urged her on.
#
Lexy was finally taking steps to reclaim her life. That was what she told herself when she prepared for the blind date set up by her neighbour. A lot had happened to her over the years, trouble was all she knew. She was born in it, lived in it and thought she would die in it. But for the first time in all her twenty three years, she felt like she could actually get a better ending to what had been a terrible story.
Finally, she sighed as she took in the crowded room. He was here somewhere but she couldn’t figure out which of the guys was hers. She wondered why he hadn’t asked her to a nice restaurant, somewhere quiet and intimate. I know why, because you couldn’t go to a place where you could be alone with him. Because you are a fraud and this whole brave act is a façade. And because you would rather be bumping elbows with a drunk group of bikers than risk being caught alone with him. Lexy chastised herself. But the optimist in her said that she was taking baby steps.
Her eyes stopped searching the room when she met a pair of excited eyes. She looked at the man and immediately knew that he couldn’t be her date. She looked behind her, half expecting a gorgeous woman to be standing there. But there was no one but a large biker tattooed from his forehead to his neck. Lexy looked back at the kind eyes, and the man was now standing seemingly waiting for her. She didn’t know her date’s name; her neighbor seemed to think it would be more interesting if they discovered it for themselves. There was only way she could identify him, and the thought of her uttering those words, left her feeling stupid.
He stepped away from the throng of people and came into full view. His six something, tall frame was stacked with muscles. He was built like a brick wall and when he moved next to her she felt small. The desire soon fled from her and fear replaced it. His towering build made her panic and she felt crowded. Lexy took a step back and shook her head, trying to rid herself of the thoughts that asked her to turn around and run.
“Knock knock…” the man said, his baritone voice going through her ear and vibrating through her body.
“Who’s there?” she responded with a timid voice.
“Alexander Steele, but my friends call me Lex.” He had a warm smile, kind brown eyes that held humor in them.
“That’s why?” Lexy mumbled to herself.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t get what you said.” He leaned in towards her, his ear close to her face.
Lexy couldn’t resist the urge; she turned her head into his neck and breathed him in. She felt a shiver shoot through her spine as she took in the heady scent of him. A mix of aftershave, musk and the mixed scents of beer and smoke from the bar, it made him smell like a man.
“What are you doing?” The man drew back with a puzzled expression.
“Sorry…I…I was just…” Lexy cleared her throat all the while cursing herself and her secluded life. If she had been let out, before this night, to know other men she wouldn’t be reacting like a teenage school girl.
“Its fine, I go around smelling people I meet too.” Her tensed body relaxed, she watched as he failed his attempt to hold back a grin, “Dogs do it, I don’t see why humans can’t do it too.”
Lexy watched Lex as he smiled then laughed. He put his hands on her arms and led her towards the small table in the back.
“I am I right in assuming that you are my date for the night?” Lex asked once they were sited.
Lexy nodded, her voice lost to her.
“What’s your name?”
“My what?” Lexy closed her eyes and wished she could tape her mouth shut to avoid uttering anymore nonsense.
“Let’s try this again.” Lex chuckled. “My name is Alexander Steele and you are?”
“Alexandria Washington, but my friends call me Lexy.” She bit back a smile when he looked at her, puzzled.
“That’s why our mutual friend thought it would be funny.” He laughed and this time Lexy laughed with him. There was something about his laughter that made her feel so free, like all of a sudden it was okay to be happy. He stretched his hand out to her and she took it, “Nice to meet you Lexy.”
“You have no idea how nice it is to meet you.” Lexy said her voice faltering but filled with earnest.
#
They had been talking and watching each other when he said, “Do you want to go somewhere else?”
“Where?” Lexy noticed that the panic in her voice was not lost to him.
Lex sat back and watched her as if analyzing and seeking her secrets from the expression in her face. Stop being a freak. Lexy barked at herself, this is what normal people do after a date. They leave together.
“You want to share?” His voice pierced through her thoughts.
“Share what?”
“You seem to be having a conversation in your head.” He went silent for a second then added, “I just want to take you to the dinner across the street. I would like to feed you. Will you let me?”
She closed her eyes so that he wouldn’t see the relief in them, “Sure, I would like that.”
“I hope you are hungry.” Lex said as he draped his jacket over her shoulders before they stepped out of the bar.
Lexy pulled the jacket around her and wished she could cuddle in its warmth all night long. She had only been with him for an hour and she was already getting a hint of what an equal, caring relationship was supposed to be like.
“I should let you know, that I like to eat pancakes before anything else. It’s like my appetizer.” Lex reached to place his hand on the small of her back and she froze.
Lexy moved away from him, but by the time she had caught her error it was too late. Lex was examining her once again. She closed her eyes as she willed herself not to cry.
“I’m sorry.” She mumbled.
“You don’t have to apologize.” His voice was as low as hers, “Do you mind if I hold your hand.”
Lexy nodded, she put her hand through the jacket sleeve and held onto his. She felt a sliver of excitement seep into her heart from the gentle contact. This is how it a gentle hand feels like. She moved closer to him, a purr escaped from her lips as his warm body came into contact with her.
“Are you alright?”
She nodded. Relief almost sent her to her knees when he smiled at her. He doesn’t think I’m a freak.
“It’s alright to be nervous. I think we should just get the kiss over with.”
“What?” Lexy barked out a laugh.
“I think we should do this, right here.” He continued a hint of humour in his tone, “I have to warn you though, I am a terrible kisser.”
“Nope, I’m the worst kisser in the world.” She stood in front of him and watched as the light of laughter danced in his eyes.
“You couldn’t be. Girls as beautiful as you are know how to kiss a guy.”
“You think I’m beautiful.” The laughter slipped from her voice as she stared at him.
Lex leaned his face towards her, stopping when their lips were inches away from each other. He was waiting for her to give him permission, to say it was alright. The gesture broke Lexy’s heart. She took a deep breath as she rose to her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his. Her breath froze in her lungs and her heart stopped in her chest, when he begun to kiss her. Slow and sweet at first, but then his hand, pressed on her lower back, pushed her even closer to him. His other hand cupped the back of her head as the kiss grew deeper and sweeter.
She whimpered her disappointment when he pulled back. But a giddy feeling twisted in her gut when he whispered against her lips, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever kissed.”
“And you are the only man I’ve ever kissed.” She whispered back.
The smile on his lips dropped as the laughter in his eyes was replaced by wonder. “You are twenty three years old. I’m sure you have been kissed before.”
Lexy shook her head and hid her face in his chest.
“I’m honoured to be your first.”
Lexy pulled back and watched as his lips lifted in a grin. She was about to say something when she heard the sound of police sirens approach them. Without thinking she grabbed his hands and led them in a chase.
She couldn’t out run him, she knew that. But Lexy swore that she would rather be damned if she let her tormentor get to Lex.
“What’s going on?” She heard Lex ask, and when she didn’t respond he stopped and almost pulled her arm out of its socket.
“You need to hide.” She said in desperate urgency.
“Who do I need to hide from?” She didn’t answer; instead she looked around wondering where the car had disappeared to. “Lexy listen to me, I can protect you. Who are you trying to hide from?”
“Not me, he’ll catch me eventually. But I won’t let him get to you.” She begun their mad dash once more all the while she repeated, “I won’t let him, I won’t let him.”
#
Lexy led them to the park, hoping that their assailant wouldn’t find them there. It was huge and had plenty of hiding places. She just needed to make sure that Lex was safe and then she would face her tormentor alone.
“You need to give me some answers Lexy.” Lex ordered in a deliberate voice. “Is it an ex-husband, and ex-boyfriend? Are you being stalked?”
“Why would anyone want to stalk me?” Lexy pulled him to the carpet grass next to the large oak tree. Her eyes continued their search around the dark park, “I never had a boyfriend or anyone that interested in stalking me?”
“Then who are we running from?”
“Me.”
Lexy swallowed hard as the deep voice that haunted her, echoed in her ears. She jumped to her feet pulling Lex behind her. “Leave him alone.”
“I saw him kiss you.” The man leaned on the tree well shrouded by the dark.
“Who are you?” Lex barked.
“Shhh!” the sound escaped from Lexy’s lips. She didn’t think her tormentor had seen that kiss. But now that he had, there was no running from the consequences. She turned around to face Lex, the anger in his eyes evident. His arm went around her waist and pulled her behind him. He wanted to protect her, but he couldn’t. She felt a tear slid down her cheek.
“You can’t help me. You need to go.”
“No! He stays. He can watch.”
Lexy let out a scream when the sound of a gun going off, in perfect harmony of a man cry out when the bullet met flesh, filled her ears. Lex was on the ground groaning in pain as his hand covered his injured and bleeding shoulder.
“Don’t kill him please.” Lexy begged as she knelt next to Lex.
“Cuff him to the bench.” The man shouted as he threw a pair of handcuffs at her.
“No!” Lexy cried. She couldn’t do that to Lex, she couldn’t let him be a victim, not a witness, but a victim to her nightmares.
“I’ll shoot him again.”
Lexy moved to Lex’s feet. She cuffed his ankle to the park bench then assumed the position she had been taking for years. She lay on her belly her hands folded in front of her, her eyes looking away from her tormentor and Lex’s searching, confused gaze.
“No!” She heard Lex shout when he finally understood what the man meant to do.
“Shhh…Shhh!” Lexy tried to comfort him as he struggled against his shackle. “It’s alright, it will be over soon. Close your eyes.” Unwillingly Lex did as she said and Lexy tried her best not to make a sound. But her attacker’s gratifying sounds was bound to leave scars in Lex’s heart forever.
#
“…I watched as he set Lex free and warned him that if he ever told anyone he would kill me. He was a cop after all and he would know if Lex ever reported the rape. When I went home that night my heart ached more than it ever did since I was fifteen. I was used to my father abusing me, but having Lex watch tore my heart out. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, comfort him. But then I felt disgusting and I knew he wouldn’t want filth like me to ever touch him again.
“My father was waiting for me. He was in a crazy rage and locked me in the basement. He only let me out when he needed me again. But he said I am too old for him now. He’s going to get rid of me soon.”
Her eyes lifted from the diary she had been reading from. She watched as people tried to control their emotions. “Alexandria Washington had no one to speak for her, so today I will.” She turned back to the jury and each one of them had tears in their eyes. She walked over to the defendant, and showed him the diary, “Is this your daughter’s handwriting?”
“Yes.” He answered grimly.
“So this is her diary and she wrote all of these entries.” Angrily the prosecutor flipped through all the pages.
“Yes.”
“Where did you dump your daughter’s body Mr.Washington?” She roared at him.
“I didn’t kill her.” Rage burned white hot in his eyes as he shouted back at her, “She’s still alive and setting me up. I swear when I find that bitch she-,”
“She’ll what!” The prosecutor asked. “You raped and abused her for eight years, and then you shot her date,” she pointed at Alexander Steele in the gallery, his arm in a sling, “but you had to humiliate her by letting someone watch as you raped her, and then if that was not enough you killed her. Where is her body!” her fist came down on the desk with such force that everyone, even the judge, jumped in their seats.
“Your honour I would like to ask for a recess please.” The defence attorney asked, frazzled.
“Why?” the judge asked pushing his glasses up his nose.
“We would like to consider the deal offered by the prosecution.”
“The deal is off the table.” The prosecutor cut in, “We should close right now.”
“I’ll allow it. The defence shall be first to offer their closing statement.” The judge ordered.
“The defence has nothing to say.”
“The prosecution rests.”
#
Lex took his phone out and quickly texted. The jury had been back after fifteen minutes of deliberating and had a unanimous vote, guilty. Lex had requested the prosecutor to take the death penalty off the table; he would be satisfied with life imprisonment. Although the prosecutor didn’t understand why, she agreed. He waved at Washington as he was being dragged out of the court room to face his new life. He smiled and sighed, finally it was all over.
#
She could see everything from here. The French Riviera was beautiful and from the pent house Lex had gotten them she had a beautiful view.
“Hey sweetheart.” She smiled when his arms wrapped around her. She was always at peace when he was close by. At first Lexy thought that he would never be able to get over that traumatic event but he had. Granted it had taken him six years and an army of therapists, but they had finally been able to move past it.
“So what do you think we should name our next baby?” His fingers drew circles on her protruding belly.
“Let’s see, we’ve got the, twins, Alexander Junior and Alexandria Junior, and our son, Alec so I guess we should name our little girl Alexia.” She said a smile on her lips and in her heart.
It had taken Lex a while before he was comfortable to touch her sexually. And it had taken her even longer to know that sex wasn’t a method to hurt. She had to wrap her head around the fact that Lex truly loved her. But once they had first made love three years ago, it seemed like they couldn’t stop. And each year they brought a new life into the world, and even happier possibilities.
#
She hadn’t thought of Washington for a while now. But she had made sure that there was someone who gave him a message every single year. She needed him to know that she had outsmarted him, that she had won. She was loved and she was happy. He was in prison and he would never be free again. He was trapped in a hell he couldn’t escape and she was glad.
But each year her message was always the same CHECKMATE.
February 14, 2013
HELL’S GIFT RELEASE BY KRISTIE HAIGWOOD
Today Ive got Kristie Haigwood talking about her book HELL’S GIFT. The second to the SAVE MY SOUL SERIES.
Kristie Haigwood (a.k.a. K.S. Haigwood) is currently writing her 8th novel. She lives in Arkansas, US. She is the mother of 2 awesome kids and 2 great dogs. She is happily married to her soulmate who thinks reading is a solid waste of time. Opposites attract. Kristie’s works include ‘Save My Soul’, ‘Forbidden Touch’, ‘Eternal Island’ and ‘Hell’s Gift’ (available on Amazon in ebook and print). ‘Eternal Immortality’, ‘Eternal Inception’, ‘The Last Assignment’ and ‘Good Side of Sin’ are all releasing soon.
About the book!‘Hell’s Gift’ is Book 2 in the ‘Save My Soul’ series. IT CAN BE READ AS A STAND-ALONE.
Depression consumes the guardian angel, Rhyan, after his human charge chooses her soulmate over him. Filled with anger and despair, he lashes out. And when his hate-filled words land him neck-deep in Hell, he realizes he’s gone too far. He expects trouble, but not to discover his own soulmate in the fiery depths. Abigail is there with good reason, but she’s done her time, and in order to save them both, Rhyan must strike a deal with the Devil. The stakes are higher than ever before, with his soul, his friends and even the fate of Heaven and Earth in jeopardy. If he fails, Rhyan stands to lose more than he ever feared. Will true love be denied? It will take everything he’s got to break down the traps Lucifer puts in his way. New lines are drawn and old scores are settled, and Rhyan is in for the fight of his life. With Abigail as the prize, and humanity in the balance, he will stop at nothing to claim…Hell’s Gift.
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February 11, 2013
VALENTINE NOVELLA; THE MARA SONG
Hey guys below is an excerpt of my valentine Novella;
THE MARA SONG
Wakio an events coordinator at the Maasai Mara lodge falls in love with a guest. She plans a destination wedding meant to take place at the lodge not knowing that her prince charming is the groom;
“Wakio, this is Mr. Roberts.” Koinei introduced the both of us.
Let’s Talk About It!: Settling Differences with Family
Reblogged from Author M.J. Kane:
Family squabbles happen all the time, no matter what background you come from. Disagreements stem from a wide variety of issues: money, whom you love, career choice, housing, rearing children…the list goes on. Because they are your family- parents, sibling, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins- they will always feel the need to share their personal opinions about the decisions you make.
beautiful cover
February 8, 2013
DENOUEMENT COVER; THANK YOU ERMISENDA ALVAREZ
DENOUEMENT cover was made by Ermisenda Alvarez. Thank you so much. Check out her blog here ermilia
Dénouement is defined as a dramatic structure of a dramatic work, the final outcome of the main dramatic complication in a literary work or the outcome of a complex sequence of events.
Dénouement is a story of self discovery, with the climax being Marietta and Tobias learning to be the best versions of themselves for each other. There is no clear cut resolution, proving in life, things are not as black and white as they seem.
Marietta Parks believes that the only way to stop surprises from happening in life is to control your own fate. Paying attention to every detail she scripts out her own life. Leaving love, romance and children out of it. But then she meets a man who just has to be added into her story, Tobias Harden was the man of everyone’s dreams but t her he was a lovely addition to her already scripted life.
Tobias Harden was the modern day Casanova. Love was not in his vocabulary, and he was allergic to the word commitment, like poison Ivy to the bare skin. A chance kiss with Marietta Parks makes him question his single life. He was to be the best for her, and oddly enough she happens to be the only woman he wants to kiss. Tobias convinces Marietta that she needs him in her life. But after three years of marriage and life’s obstacles, he finds himself in bed with another woman. He has to convince her that he is still the man for her, especially now that she’s pregnant.Below is a sample from Dénouement.
“Marietta Parks!”
“Keep your knickers on, I’m coming.” Marietta yelled back and the whole cast burst out laughing. She stuck her tongue out at the scowling man as she walked towards him. His silver head was covered by a turban and a flask of water hung from his neck.
“I would quit if you weren’t so damn cute.” He teased. “Why did you have to set a scene of your movie in the desert? Next time try the Caribbean or Iceland.”
“What’s up?” She expected him to hold out the script and point out where it wasn’t working but he didn’t. Instead he pointed out towards the two actors; there was something about the two leads that wasn’t gelling together.
“They don’t look romantic. Guns are my department, romance not so much.” McKenzie frowned as he stared at the two actors who looked like they had a bad taste in their mouths. “At this point picking sand from each other’s eyes would look more romantic.”
Marietta flipped through her master script and read out, “‘…they share a desperate romantic kiss as a sand storm rises behind them…’ Who wrote this crap?” She exhaled lost at what to do. She stared at the actress-Sarah Foy was the best in her generation-and she couldn’t help but feel sorry. The girl looked like she was fishing in Tobias mouth and not kissing him. And Tobias, he looked like he was about to gag.
“What do you want me to do?” Marietta exchanged a confused glance with the director. “You are the director, direct them.”
“You are the one who dreams up love scenes in the middle of the desert. Besides I have been married six times, if I was romantic I would still have my first wife, better yet my sixth.” He put his hand on Marietta’s back and gently pushed her forward, “You are the girl, and how would you want him to kiss you.”
“I thought he was the great Tobias Harden, the best sex on both sides of the pond. He can’t do a simple kiss.” Marietta pouted as she stomped towards the two actors, looking back only once to stick her tongue out at the director. She looked around for Suzy and Jessie; they were the ones who had vouched for the ‘dream boat’.
“This isn’t working.” Tobias said to her as Marietta walked towards them.
“No kidding.” Her hands akimbo she tried to think of someway a hero in one of her romance novels would make this work. “Sarah, you look like a fish drowning in a fish bowl and Toby; you look like someone is forcing you to swallow an eel. You are actors; I don’t care if you don’t find each other desirable, pretend. We pay you to pretend, you make your living pretending.”
“I find him to be very sexy.” Sarah said as she winked in Tobias’ direction.
Marietta frowned and turned to face Tobias just in time to see the same frustrated expression on his face. “What about you, do you find her sexy?”
“Just run this scene by me again.” Tobias grunted.
“You two are in love. There are people with huge guns coming to kill you, plus there is a sand storm behind you. You feel like this is it, so you want this one kiss. The kiss has to be passionate, everyone has to shiver at how intensely passionate it is.”
“I’m not a magician.” Sarah whined.
“You are telling me.” Marietta huffed in frustration and stepped in between them. “I think you are both trying to lead the kiss. Kiss me like you would a girl you are desperately in love with.”
“I’ve never been in love.” He said in a broken whisper.
“Join the club.” She looked him once over then decided to use his reputation to get the scene, “Kiss me like you are trying to convince me that I am your moon and stars that is before you ditch me the next morning. You lead, I’ll follow.”
Marietta stood staring at his ‘kiss me’ lips. They were beautiful, well molded. But she knew that they had been in traffic for a while. Her mind was running, thinking about how many women he had kissed and how many of those women he had taken to bed, and how many of those he had called the next day, and how many of them were on this very set. She was too distracted that she didn’t notice him coming in for the kill.
Startled she felt his arm circle her waist. He gently jerked her closer that her body crushed into his rock solid form of muscles. Marietta forced herself to get into character; she wasn’t going to be one of those ladies left numb and swooning from a Tobias Harden kiss. She put her hand on her biceps while the other arm rested on his shoulder, as her fingers paled with the little hairs at the back of his neck. Her eyes instinctively closed as he brushed his lips against hers. Marietta felt something inside her leap from the bottom of her womb and into her throat, as his tongue snaked into her mouth searching. And once it had found what it had been looking for, it claimed it. Their lips moved in the rhythm set by the beating of their hearts. Her body shivered as his hands caressed her back. Then he shivered and that startled her so much she had to break the kiss.
Marietta stepped back and stared at him dazzled. There was a look in his eyes that she had never seen before. Tobias looked into her eyes as if searching for an answer to a question. Marietta knew the question and the answer made her shiver. Their gaze broke when a sound of applause erupted around them. She had to go back to work mode and quick. Marietta heard a loud whistle pierce the air; she didn’t need to look at where it came from to know who made the sound.
“So do it like that.” She took Sarah’s hand and urged her closer to Tobias, “Let him lead.”
Marietta felt like she would melt under Tobias’ intense gaze. His eyes were dreamy and filled with a lustful need and something else she couldn’t pin point. Her fingers touched her lips that had just been assaulted with pleasure she never knew existed. Chris was a good kisser but he never left her feeling like every single bone in her body had melted. Marietta spun around and half ran half walked back behind the cameras.
“I thought you said you knew nothing about romance.” McKenzie chuckled.
“That was you.” Marietta
“So I guess that’s how you would want to be kissed.” He teased, “It’s a good thing I have it all on tape. It will serve was a practice manual just in case I want to make you wife number seven.”
What the hell? Was all Tobias could think the rest of the day on set. He had kissed a lot of women, plenty of them, but he had never felt such a connection. At the risk of sounding cliché, it was like a lightning bolt that hit him right in the heart and his nether region. The gentle brush of his lips against hers was enthralling, lightening nerves everywhere in his body. He could feel her light up to and the exchange to electric desire between them had been too incredible for him to pull away from.
February 7, 2013
VALENTINE NOVELLA; THE MARA SONG
Hey guys below is an excerpt of my valentine Novella;
THE MARA SONG
Wakio an events coordinator at the Maasai Mara lodge falls in love with a guest. She plans a destination wedding meant to take place at the lodge not knowing that her prince charming is the groom;
“Wakio, this is Mr. Roberts.” Koinei introduced the both of us.
Mr. Roberts held onto his bag as Koinei tried to relieve him of it. But his puny hands were no match to his strong big hands. Yes I noticed the hands.
“Hallo, I’m Chris.” he pulled his shades off and stretched his hand towards me.
Immediately his face drew my attention. He didn’t look as hard as he did behind his shades. He was visually stunning there was no doubt about that, but what drew me to him even more were his soft brown eyes. I was memorizing the planes of his face and almost forgot to shake his hand. But Koinei’s squeaking voice pulled me out of my fantasy. I glanced at Koinei and realized that his height wasn’t his biggest let down with the women, it was his squeaky voice. It was like having a squeaking match with your little sister’s pet mouse.
“Hi,” I chocked out. “Welcome to the Maasai Royal Mara, bush elegance at its best. That’s what the brochure says at least.”
Chris laughed and the sound of it caressed my heart.
The nerves were kicking in and I knew the rumbling would start soon. I shook his hand and immediately a buzz seared through my body turning me into a heap of jelly. “You are the groom’s brother or cousin?” I was fishing. I cast my hopefully net into a sea filled with fish and hoped that I didn’t catch the groom.
Chris grinned then gave me a slight nod, a reluctant nod. I felt like he trying to be graceful, like I was overstepping the boundaries and he didn’t want to offend me. Immediately I tried to clear the misunderstanding. “The card says Jonathan.”
“Yes, you could say that he is part of me in a way.” He put his shades back on and his shoulders slumped, I could feel him pull away. I didn’t know him for more than a second but already I felt like he was hiding from the world, or just me.
“Maybe you should show him to his room. We can talk about the wedding in the morning. But you don’t have to worry everything is pretty much done.” I reassured.
“She will show you all the venues.” Koinei put in, “I’ll show you to your room.” The eager to please, beaver that he was started off only to be called back.
“Can she do it?” An embarrassed soft pink glow claimed his cheeks. Chris wanted to get away from the pigmy and I didn’t blame him.
“I would love to.” I grabbed the key out of Koinei’s hand and we left him still agape. “I’m surprised your ears are still whole.”
“He is quite chatty.” Chris said.
“You are too kind.” Koinei wasn’t chatty. He talked obsessively. His voice mirrored that of a fly or a mosquito buzzing around your ear chewing on every nerve you had.
“What do you think of the place? Disregarding everything you read on the brochure and were told to say during your orientation on your first day here?” Chris pushed his glasses over his head, pulling the stray hair away from his face. That was when I realized how kind he looked, a bit lost but still kind.
“That’s quiet easy.” I was back in my trance, “It’s beautiful. Every day I wake up, I feel like I walked into a dream. The trees, the animals and just the nothingness, it’s awesome.”
Christine Steendam.... Heart Like An Ocean
Press Release Launch Kit
For
Heart like An Ocean
Christine Steendam
Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com books@5princebooks.com
Genre: Fiction, Romance, Historical
Release Date: February 7, 2013
Digital ISBN 13: 978-1-939217-29-5 10: 1-939217-29-6
Print ISBN 13: 978-1-939217-32-5 10: 1-939217-32-6
Purchase link : www.5princebooks.com/buy.htm
Christine Steendam Bio:
Christine has been writing stories since she could put pen to paper and form words.
