Sample Sunday
#WIP this is a teaser from my current still untitled Work in Progress a follow-on from Second Chances.
Blurb:
This is the story of Jules Logan, a young woman with a very troubled past, a past she wants to forget. A past, matched with a rebellious temperament, which has led her to receive more than her fair share of troubles. Self-destructive she may be, but Jules isn't swayed. She can deal with her troubles, especially when it comes to the frequent attentions of men. Nothing seems to faze her. Except, the chance hook-up with a guy called Aaron Simmons manages to do just that. He totally messes-up her apple cart. Aaron is drawn to the beautiful sexy diamond he sees, a diamond without the rough.
Release date maybe before Christmas, otherwise early January 2017. Keep you posted, enjoy!
#WIP Teaser:
“The chime above the door rang again, as all eyes followed the sound.
Jules stood in the doorway, her eyes shifting from her mother’s to Aaron’s, Joe's, then back across the empty restaurant to her mother again. Aaron stilled, his eyes pinned onto Jules’. He could feel her surprise shift to discomfort. He read all the things her eyes were feeding him. Hurt. Loneliness. Confusion. Pain.
Releasing the door handle, it clattered shut behind her. Aaron got up, but Joe gestured for him to stay put.
Tilting her head in her mother’s direction, chin raised, her eyes looked fierce. “Hello, mother,” Jules said, shifting, then straightening her stance, looking ready to do battle. Defiant, but beautiful.
“Hello, my daughter,” Deirdre replied, endeavoring a smile which fell flat almost as quickly as she tried to muster it. I was in the neighborhood so I decided to stop by.”
“Did you?”
“I did.”
The two women were having one hell of a face-off, and Aaron didn’t have the first clue about what it concerned, let alone what to do about it. What kinds of things brought a mother and daughter to a point like this? The atmosphere inside the restaurant was suddenly rivaling the biting winter’s cold outside.
“So, is there something you want, mother?” Jules fidgeted slightly with her hands.
“What do I ‘want’? Is that a way to greet your mother?,” Deirdre muttered under her breath. “I know what you both think of me.”
“Mother, it’s not like you come here often or anything. In fact, I don’t see or hear from you for weeks, and that’s not for lack of trying. I tried everything to get hold of you. You’re permanently unavailable. You never even answer my calls.”
“Come on Jules, get over it! You’re a big girl. You of all people must know how life is sometimes,” she said, sounding bitter.
Jules’ eyes shifted uncomfortably over to Aaron. They looked searchingly, as he held her gaze, exuding safety, calm. Jules nodded, sucking in her bottom lip. “Have you two met?”
“Met who?” Deirdre swiveled to look at Aaron, still seated at the table.
Making the connection, Deirdre’s eyes widened as if she was seeing Aaron for the first time, pleased with what she was seeing, curious even. A smile cracked the side of her mouth, her gaze moving from her daughter’s face back to Aaron’s. “Well, who do we have here?”
“Mother this is Aaron. He’s a friend,” Jules paused. “Aaron, this is my mother, Deirdre Logan.”
“Nice to meet you,” he said, closing the space and politely offering his hand.
As her slender fingers slipped into his, all Aaron noticed was how exceptionally beautiful she was. Distinguished looking, classy, her features chiseled, her complexion unlined... 'black certainly don't crack.'
“And you,” she said in a mischievous manner, enjoying his attention.
Aaron focused on her eyes again. They were a beautiful honey-brown. Replicas of Jules’.
“Have you known my daughter long, Aaron?”
“No, not long,” he answered truthfully.
“Well then,” she chuckled. “Enjoy it while it lasts…”
“Enough,” Jules warned, drawing nearer, her eyes spitting fire.
“Listen, Deirdre, let’s not do this now, a’ight,” Joe interrupted. “Besides, Celine has been asking about you for so long now. Come upstairs and pay her a visit, nuh? She wants to pray wid yah.”
Deirdre shot her daughter a pugnacious side-eye, before softening and taking the bait. “A’ight Joseph, my brother, let’s do that. Let me show my face to Celine. And, as for you?” she threw back at Jules.
Sliding-off her stool. Hesitating in front of her daughter for a lingered moment, long enough for her eyes to do some more battle, “I’ll deal with you later.” Posturing for a moment longer with a slow shake of the head, Deirdre followed Joe around the bar and up the backstairs to his apartment above.
“So?” Jules whispered, releasing a sigh. Taking off her jacket, she went over and hung it on the row of hooks behind the door.
“So,” Aaron smiled, stuffing his hands deep into his jeans pockets as he watched her intently.
“I guess, we got the crazy-ass family part out the way huh? …at least on my side. I’m sorry for my mum’s piss poor mood,” she smiled 'matter-of-factly'. “By the way, what the heck are you doing here anyway? Friggin’ spying on me or what?”
“No, baby, not spying… just hungry, missing you, wanting to see you,” he said, tugging her flush against him. Her breath hitched.
Aaron noticed.
“Why? Does me being here bother you?”
“No. I have nothing to hide from you,” she said, with a seductive gaze, welcoming the feel of his breath, his proximity.
“Then, things are as they should be,” he said, his baritone faltering slightly, his eyes darkening as he watched her moisten her lips, unable to hold out much longer, he sealed his mouth to hers...”
© L.S. Bergman
Blurb:
This is the story of Jules Logan, a young woman with a very troubled past, a past she wants to forget. A past, matched with a rebellious temperament, which has led her to receive more than her fair share of troubles. Self-destructive she may be, but Jules isn't swayed. She can deal with her troubles, especially when it comes to the frequent attentions of men. Nothing seems to faze her. Except, the chance hook-up with a guy called Aaron Simmons manages to do just that. He totally messes-up her apple cart. Aaron is drawn to the beautiful sexy diamond he sees, a diamond without the rough.
Release date maybe before Christmas, otherwise early January 2017. Keep you posted, enjoy!
#WIP Teaser:
“The chime above the door rang again, as all eyes followed the sound.
Jules stood in the doorway, her eyes shifting from her mother’s to Aaron’s, Joe's, then back across the empty restaurant to her mother again. Aaron stilled, his eyes pinned onto Jules’. He could feel her surprise shift to discomfort. He read all the things her eyes were feeding him. Hurt. Loneliness. Confusion. Pain.
Releasing the door handle, it clattered shut behind her. Aaron got up, but Joe gestured for him to stay put.
Tilting her head in her mother’s direction, chin raised, her eyes looked fierce. “Hello, mother,” Jules said, shifting, then straightening her stance, looking ready to do battle. Defiant, but beautiful.
“Hello, my daughter,” Deirdre replied, endeavoring a smile which fell flat almost as quickly as she tried to muster it. I was in the neighborhood so I decided to stop by.”
“Did you?”
“I did.”
The two women were having one hell of a face-off, and Aaron didn’t have the first clue about what it concerned, let alone what to do about it. What kinds of things brought a mother and daughter to a point like this? The atmosphere inside the restaurant was suddenly rivaling the biting winter’s cold outside.
“So, is there something you want, mother?” Jules fidgeted slightly with her hands.
“What do I ‘want’? Is that a way to greet your mother?,” Deirdre muttered under her breath. “I know what you both think of me.”
“Mother, it’s not like you come here often or anything. In fact, I don’t see or hear from you for weeks, and that’s not for lack of trying. I tried everything to get hold of you. You’re permanently unavailable. You never even answer my calls.”
“Come on Jules, get over it! You’re a big girl. You of all people must know how life is sometimes,” she said, sounding bitter.
Jules’ eyes shifted uncomfortably over to Aaron. They looked searchingly, as he held her gaze, exuding safety, calm. Jules nodded, sucking in her bottom lip. “Have you two met?”
“Met who?” Deirdre swiveled to look at Aaron, still seated at the table.
Making the connection, Deirdre’s eyes widened as if she was seeing Aaron for the first time, pleased with what she was seeing, curious even. A smile cracked the side of her mouth, her gaze moving from her daughter’s face back to Aaron’s. “Well, who do we have here?”
“Mother this is Aaron. He’s a friend,” Jules paused. “Aaron, this is my mother, Deirdre Logan.”
“Nice to meet you,” he said, closing the space and politely offering his hand.
As her slender fingers slipped into his, all Aaron noticed was how exceptionally beautiful she was. Distinguished looking, classy, her features chiseled, her complexion unlined... 'black certainly don't crack.'
“And you,” she said in a mischievous manner, enjoying his attention.
Aaron focused on her eyes again. They were a beautiful honey-brown. Replicas of Jules’.
“Have you known my daughter long, Aaron?”
“No, not long,” he answered truthfully.
“Well then,” she chuckled. “Enjoy it while it lasts…”
“Enough,” Jules warned, drawing nearer, her eyes spitting fire.
“Listen, Deirdre, let’s not do this now, a’ight,” Joe interrupted. “Besides, Celine has been asking about you for so long now. Come upstairs and pay her a visit, nuh? She wants to pray wid yah.”
Deirdre shot her daughter a pugnacious side-eye, before softening and taking the bait. “A’ight Joseph, my brother, let’s do that. Let me show my face to Celine. And, as for you?” she threw back at Jules.
Sliding-off her stool. Hesitating in front of her daughter for a lingered moment, long enough for her eyes to do some more battle, “I’ll deal with you later.” Posturing for a moment longer with a slow shake of the head, Deirdre followed Joe around the bar and up the backstairs to his apartment above.
“So?” Jules whispered, releasing a sigh. Taking off her jacket, she went over and hung it on the row of hooks behind the door.
“So,” Aaron smiled, stuffing his hands deep into his jeans pockets as he watched her intently.
“I guess, we got the crazy-ass family part out the way huh? …at least on my side. I’m sorry for my mum’s piss poor mood,” she smiled 'matter-of-factly'. “By the way, what the heck are you doing here anyway? Friggin’ spying on me or what?”
“No, baby, not spying… just hungry, missing you, wanting to see you,” he said, tugging her flush against him. Her breath hitched.
Aaron noticed.
“Why? Does me being here bother you?”
“No. I have nothing to hide from you,” she said, with a seductive gaze, welcoming the feel of his breath, his proximity.
“Then, things are as they should be,” he said, his baritone faltering slightly, his eyes darkening as he watched her moisten her lips, unable to hold out much longer, he sealed his mouth to hers...”
© L.S. Bergman
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