Coming to Terms: Days with You by Jade Cary
I've been spotlighting the individual stories from Coming to Terms the past few Wednesdays, going in reverse order of appearance. Today we get to enjoy a close up of "Days with You" by Jade Cary!
"Days with You" blurb:
All of your favorites from The Point of it All (including Val, in flashbacks) return in this heartrending short story about love and loss, and about keeping dreams, and hope, alive.
Diana Kenyon-Rios arrives in Chile for the Christmas holidays--her first after losing her husband, Val. As she prepares to celebrate the holidays in Val's home country, she reminisces on her short but wonderful relationship and marriage to Val, and how she tried to come to terms with his...way. Not exactly a DD lifestyle in the truest sense, but let's face it--Val liked to spank an ass. Why? And why did Diana allow it? Did she benefit? Did he? Did it define their life, or did it take up a small, but not insignificant part of their relationship?
And as Diana attempts to reconcile his death with the life she must lead now, something keeps her from fully accepting that he is gone. She feels him in her bones so deeply, it is as if he is still alive Through intimate talks with friends and reminiscences, she finds a way to hold on to the greatest love she will ever know.
But will her dreams be enough?
excerpt:
He was like a vision out of some movie, a man clad in black, several days’ growth on his face, and a fierce determination in his eyes. That is what she remembered of their first meeting. Looking back, as she did many times after that first time, she realized she had been in a fog that night, that strange, almost fictitious night, when Valerio Rios entered her life. Taken from a grocery store parking lot in Miami by thugs, beaten, bound, held captive, moved from place to place… yes. She had been in a fog that night. Even the kindness and generosity of the Gitanos people who took her in and made her well could not lift the havoc dysentery and a concussion wreaked on her. What other reason could there be for her to refuse to go with her rescuer, and instead pull a gun on him? Such stupidity could only be excused by extreme illness, head injury and exhaustion. Yes, she didn’t see it at the time. Even when he threatened her with a spanking, of all things—and in Spanish—she still held fast to her belief that staying put was better than going with this man. And she punctuated that belief by whizzing a bullet past his ear.
Voy a tener los pantalones abajo y nalgadas en frente de mis hombres. I will take your pants down and spank you in front of my men. And that is what he did. While she did not appreciate the humiliation she was forced to endure, she appreciated that he kept his word. She pondered the idea often during her short time with Val. He was a man who thought nothing of swatting her bottom when provoked, and she was a woman who tolerated it and loved him anyway. She fought the idea, and she embraced it–accomplishing both sometimes in the same day. A deep ache settled in her stomach, and she rolled onto her side to ease the pain. She adored everything about him: his old-fashioned ways, his insistence that she behave like a lady, his command of her when she needed commanding, and his hold on her–albeit at arms length–when she needed some space. He was a man who wanted the best for her and out of her, and he never asked less of himself than what he asked of her, and others. He loved her with a fierceness she would not have believed existed, had she not known it first-hand. The pain settled deeper knowing she would never be loved like that again. “Señora Rios?” Diana turned over and swiped at an errant tear. “Yes, Jessica?” “I go now.” “Okay. See you at ten a.m. Thursday?” “Si.” Diana did not turn over again until she heard the front door click closed.
“Lock the door behind me, querida.” “You worry too much.” Val’s strong fingers grip her chin, and he lifts her face to meet his eyes. “If harm came to you, love, I wouldn’t survive it.” “Do you think that if someone wants to harm me, a locked door will stop them?” A smile plays on his mouth. “If I had my way, I would keep you hidden from all eyes but mine so that the desire of another soul to even touch you is removed.” “That’s kind of romantic, in a sick, twisted way.” He kisses the tip of her nose and brushes a light kiss over her lips. “Lock the door behind me.” Diana grabs his arm as he crosses the threshold to the outside world. His bicep is hard in her hand, the soft blue tee-shirt he wears soft against skin, caramel-kissed and just as soft. “Don’t go.” Tears appear out of nowhere and prick her eyes. “Corazón, my heart, mía amor.” He shakes his head. Emotion sits in his cerulean eyes. He rests his forehead against hers and closes his eyes. “You are my life. My blood runs in my veins because you give me life. When I am not here I want you to think about how much I love you, and how every thought, every action, is for you, love. You alone.” His eyes meet hers. “Will you do that for me, mi adora?” “Don’t go,” she whispers. He kisses her one more time. “Lock the door.” He swats her bottom, and the sting lingers as she watches his car disappear down the road. Only then does she close the door and turn the deadbolt with a click. You are my life. My blood runs in my veins because you give me life. She grips the phone tight in her hand. She cannot hear the person on the other end through her screams. When I am not here I want you to think about how much I love you, and how every thought, every action, is for you, love. She drops the phone and falls to her knees.
You alone.
Amazon US
* Amazon UK * Barnes and Noble *All Romance * LazyDay Publishing
If you missed last Wednesday's post, be sure to take a closer look at "Reconnecting" by Celeste Jones. Next week we're taking a peek at "This Moment" by Alta Hensley...so be sure to come back!
"Days with You" blurb:
All of your favorites from The Point of it All (including Val, in flashbacks) return in this heartrending short story about love and loss, and about keeping dreams, and hope, alive.
Diana Kenyon-Rios arrives in Chile for the Christmas holidays--her first after losing her husband, Val. As she prepares to celebrate the holidays in Val's home country, she reminisces on her short but wonderful relationship and marriage to Val, and how she tried to come to terms with his...way. Not exactly a DD lifestyle in the truest sense, but let's face it--Val liked to spank an ass. Why? And why did Diana allow it? Did she benefit? Did he? Did it define their life, or did it take up a small, but not insignificant part of their relationship?
And as Diana attempts to reconcile his death with the life she must lead now, something keeps her from fully accepting that he is gone. She feels him in her bones so deeply, it is as if he is still alive Through intimate talks with friends and reminiscences, she finds a way to hold on to the greatest love she will ever know.
But will her dreams be enough?
excerpt:
He was like a vision out of some movie, a man clad in black, several days’ growth on his face, and a fierce determination in his eyes. That is what she remembered of their first meeting. Looking back, as she did many times after that first time, she realized she had been in a fog that night, that strange, almost fictitious night, when Valerio Rios entered her life. Taken from a grocery store parking lot in Miami by thugs, beaten, bound, held captive, moved from place to place… yes. She had been in a fog that night. Even the kindness and generosity of the Gitanos people who took her in and made her well could not lift the havoc dysentery and a concussion wreaked on her. What other reason could there be for her to refuse to go with her rescuer, and instead pull a gun on him? Such stupidity could only be excused by extreme illness, head injury and exhaustion. Yes, she didn’t see it at the time. Even when he threatened her with a spanking, of all things—and in Spanish—she still held fast to her belief that staying put was better than going with this man. And she punctuated that belief by whizzing a bullet past his ear.
Voy a tener los pantalones abajo y nalgadas en frente de mis hombres. I will take your pants down and spank you in front of my men. And that is what he did. While she did not appreciate the humiliation she was forced to endure, she appreciated that he kept his word. She pondered the idea often during her short time with Val. He was a man who thought nothing of swatting her bottom when provoked, and she was a woman who tolerated it and loved him anyway. She fought the idea, and she embraced it–accomplishing both sometimes in the same day. A deep ache settled in her stomach, and she rolled onto her side to ease the pain. She adored everything about him: his old-fashioned ways, his insistence that she behave like a lady, his command of her when she needed commanding, and his hold on her–albeit at arms length–when she needed some space. He was a man who wanted the best for her and out of her, and he never asked less of himself than what he asked of her, and others. He loved her with a fierceness she would not have believed existed, had she not known it first-hand. The pain settled deeper knowing she would never be loved like that again. “Señora Rios?” Diana turned over and swiped at an errant tear. “Yes, Jessica?” “I go now.” “Okay. See you at ten a.m. Thursday?” “Si.” Diana did not turn over again until she heard the front door click closed.
“Lock the door behind me, querida.” “You worry too much.” Val’s strong fingers grip her chin, and he lifts her face to meet his eyes. “If harm came to you, love, I wouldn’t survive it.” “Do you think that if someone wants to harm me, a locked door will stop them?” A smile plays on his mouth. “If I had my way, I would keep you hidden from all eyes but mine so that the desire of another soul to even touch you is removed.” “That’s kind of romantic, in a sick, twisted way.” He kisses the tip of her nose and brushes a light kiss over her lips. “Lock the door behind me.” Diana grabs his arm as he crosses the threshold to the outside world. His bicep is hard in her hand, the soft blue tee-shirt he wears soft against skin, caramel-kissed and just as soft. “Don’t go.” Tears appear out of nowhere and prick her eyes. “Corazón, my heart, mía amor.” He shakes his head. Emotion sits in his cerulean eyes. He rests his forehead against hers and closes his eyes. “You are my life. My blood runs in my veins because you give me life. When I am not here I want you to think about how much I love you, and how every thought, every action, is for you, love. You alone.” His eyes meet hers. “Will you do that for me, mi adora?” “Don’t go,” she whispers. He kisses her one more time. “Lock the door.” He swats her bottom, and the sting lingers as she watches his car disappear down the road. Only then does she close the door and turn the deadbolt with a click. You are my life. My blood runs in my veins because you give me life. She grips the phone tight in her hand. She cannot hear the person on the other end through her screams. When I am not here I want you to think about how much I love you, and how every thought, every action, is for you, love. She drops the phone and falls to her knees.
You alone.
Amazon US
* Amazon UK * Barnes and Noble *All Romance * LazyDay PublishingIf you missed last Wednesday's post, be sure to take a closer look at "Reconnecting" by Celeste Jones. Next week we're taking a peek at "This Moment" by Alta Hensley...so be sure to come back!
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