Here’s an excerpt of upcoming #EndlessLove. It takes place at Ryan’s best friend, Duffy’s wedding. YES….there’s a paranormal element…remember the Demi Moore/Patrick Swayze movie Ghost?? An inspiration. I’m over halfway done. Can’t wait to bring it to you, my Belles. Let me know what you think. <3
“Allee!” I gasped. “What are you doing here?”
She folded her arms across her chest, looking not too pleased to see me.
“I’m always here, Madewell. I just don’t always manifest myself. I hide in a pocket of your heart. I like it there; it’s warm and cozy.”
“Why can’t I always see you?”
“Only certain things make me appear. To be present.”
“L-like that Jason Mraz song?” My voice was shaky.
“Yes, like that song. I keep it on replay.”
I, in contrast, never played it. I couldn’t. It held too many sad memories for me.
“Madewell, why did you ditch Willow?”
“Allee, I fell apart the minute I recognized the song. I couldn’t breathe.”
“You seem to be breathing just fine.” Her voice dripped with her signature sexy sarcasm.
“You don’t understand. It was a trigger.” Dr. Goodman had taught me that word.
“Yes, I do. It’s understandable, but you have to understand that I’m never going to dance with you again to that song. Or to any song for that matter.”
My chest tightened and I felt weighted down by my two-ton heart. Allee was right. She was always right.
“Listen, Madewell, the A-For-Allee Plan didn’t work.”
It sure as fuck didn’t. It was an epic fail. A tragedy.
“It’s time for Plan B.”
“Plan B as in B-E…Be. It’s time to exist, Madewell. To live your life. Life isn’t going to be here forever. Trust me, that’s the one thing I know for sure.
My heart stuttered. I knew that too. Too damn well.
“Life passes by quickly, so don’t waste it.”
I processed her words. I was almost thirty-five and still floundering in a sea of grief.
“Willow…she’s good for you. I really like her.”
“Yeah, I do.”
“What should I do? I fucked up. I stormed off the dance floor and left her alone.”
“What I want you to do.”
My bossie Allee.
“Go back to the wedding and find her. Tell her you’re sorry. Tell her the truth.”
A smile glowed on Allee’s angelic face. How I wished I could still feel her lips…touch her skin… smooth her hair…
“Go on your journey to happiness, Madewell. I’ll be waiting for you at the end.”
And with that, she magically disappeared.
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The phone rang and I answered. “Boys’ toys.”
“Saarah, tu aimes les fleurs?”
The rich, sultry voice on the other end sent a shudder zigzagging through me. Ari! Even though I didn’t speak French, I knew what he was asking. My lips quivered.
“Yes, they’re lovely, but I’m very busy right now and have to go.” I spat out the words and, with a trembling hand, hung up the phone. My heart was heavy, my stomach in knots. I stared at the flowers and then at the cheerful photo I kept on my desk of my mother and me taken the year before she fell ill. I felt ill; I knew what I had to do. I had no choice. Tears brimmed in my eyes.
The phone rang again. With hesitancy, I answered it.
“Saarah, that was rather rude.”
“I’m sorry,” I muttered.
“Do I have to give you another good spanking?”
Instead of responding to his unnerving question, I blurted out, “I can’t see you tonight.” Or ever, I thought as my heart plummeted.
I slammed down the phone.
The phone rang again. My heart stammered. I let it ring without answering it. It stopped.
Then it rang again. It was even harder this time not to answer it. Desire fought the despair that tore through me. In my heart, I knew I was making the right decision. With my mother about to lose her medical insurance, there was no way I could afford to lose my job. It wouldn’t be easy to find another one. Jobs were hard to come by.
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Before I could blink an eye, I was facing the intruder who had caused me to drop my briefcase…
Our eyes stayed locked on one another…
I had seen a lot of male models, but this guy was something else. Manly. Built. He was one hundred percent pure gorgeousness, with his broad shoulders, intense denim blue eyes…
Kids freak me out. This baby daddy has too many as it is. I don’t need another. If a woman asks me, how many kids do you want to have, I don’t walk away. I run. But now, my father is pressuring me to settle down because the investor who’s looking to buy out his animation company doesn’t want a player running a family-oriented business.
So, I’ve chosen celibacy until the deal goes through. No more one-night stands or tabloid headlines. And then she came along. The temp. Dee Walker. The minute the hot as sin brunette with that gorgeous ass and those melt-worthy chocolate brown eyes stepped foot into my office and saved me from an ugly disaster with her magic hands, I wanted her to be mine. Except she’s totally off limits. And there’s someone else she loves with all her heart and soul, who I can’t replace. I’ve never mixed business with pleasure. But I’m willing to break all the rules. Can my temp become my forever before my past catches up with me?
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