Showing posts with label Sweet Romance. Show all posts
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Tuesday, November 26, 2013

THE TROUBLES by Tricia Andersen

THE TROUBLES by Tricia Andersen

The Black Irish Series Book Three

While Sloan and Abbey are in Las Vegas to celebrate Gordon and Mary’s wedding, a enemy from Sloan’s past nearly kills her. Sloan is forced to do the unthinkable – he files for divorce. He moves Sloan Enterprises to Switzerland far away from the woman he loves to save her.

Three years pass. When Sloan invites Robert to Switzerland to celebrate his fortieth birthday, he learns shocking news – Robert is living with Abbey. Refusing to lose Abbey, Sloan relocates the company to Minneapolis, Minnesota where Abbey is living and makes her the Chief Operating Officer. He fights against his desire for her as he contends with her two new beaus, his own new girlfriend, her hostile family and Amelia, his four-year-old daughter.

When his enemy makes another attempt on Abbey’s life, will Sloan be able to save her – or is this a war he just can’t win?

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~Excerpt~

Sloan stood at the glass wall of his bare, undecorated office, staring down at the streets of Zurich, Switzerland. The twilight moon lit the room in a cold, slate blue. He felt like a god overlooking the world below. He watched the headlights of the cars in the street, the people below scurry in and out of the rain. Rushing home to their loved ones, I suppose. Their families. I want mine.
Within a couple of weeks, he had established a firm foundation for Sloan Enterprises. He worked every minute of the day and expected his staff to do the same. He had already fired three assistants and four lawyers. He had purchased the property for two new complexes. He had slapped his name on the building he was standing in. None of it was a salve for what he had had to sacrifice.

He couldn’t stop thinking about Abigail. Nathan should have delivered the papers to her by now. He knew how much a divorce would hurt her. It’s killing me. The thought of letting her go destroyed him. I should have walked away from her in the beginning. I should have never let her in my heart. That wee woman brought me to my knee, and I no longer remember how to stand.
Sloan glanced back at his office. There were no reminders of home—no pictures of Abigail or Ame, no tokens, nothing. The black bookcases that lined the walls were empty except for a few decorative tomes. The steel and glass coffee table was adorned with only a couple copies of trade magazines. The pieces of art on the wall were simple colors. His desk was almost bare except for the phone and computer.

The room was cold. Prison cells had more warmth. He had to close that chapter in his life. He would find a way to move on, letting Abigail go, knowing she was alive. I have no choice. It would be the end of me if I held onto her, and she would be killed.
Then, he swallowed back a growl. Just because he could never be with another woman didn’t mean Abigail wouldn’t give her heart to another man. I can’t stop her. Or beat him within an inch of his life for touching her. The thought that Ame could call another man “Daddy.” My daughter. Being his child. Another man making love to my Abigail. Another man making her his. Abigail carrying his child. Abigail telling another man she loves him. Not me. Him.
He felt his temper peak. He wanted blood. I don’t care who he is. I will make him regret it.
Sloan’s clenched his eyes closed. The pain of missing her was too much. He could call her. Just hearing her voice would be enough. He didn’t even have to talk. He could listen to her answer and hang up. It was admittedly immature, but the quick rush would be worth it. Maybe this whole situation was all an overreaction.

He opened his eyes and stepped to his desk. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes fell on the green silk box that sat beside the phone, the only decoration in his office. It didn’t reside here. It went everywhere with him. A constant reminder of what was at stake.

Letting go a deep sigh, he slumped into his chair. He ran his fingers hopelessly across the cold fabric, his eyes studying the gold embroidered, Oriental pattern. Picking it up, he opened it. He shuddered as his gaze fell on the contents inside, contents that made his stomach churn at the thought of the damage they could inflict.

He struggled to breathe as he shut the box and placed it beside the phone again. He ran his hand through his thick, black hair then rubbed his tired eyes.

It’ll be another sleepless night. I might as well get back to work. He turned to his computer and nudged the mouse to wake it. Seven signed contracts sat waiting in his inbox, along with the digital blueprints to both new complexes. He should be overjoyed. His company was going to be a success. His empire was growing.

My empire will never be complete without its queen. There is only one. One I can never have again. If I dwell on this much longer, I’m going to lose my mind. I’ve already lost my heart.

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Wednesday, September 25, 2013

THE BULL RIDER AND THE BABY by Jeanine McAdam

THE BULL RIDER AND THE BABY by Jeanine McAdam

The Skirts and the Spurs Trilogy #2

Sexy bull rider Caleb Cooper keeps falling off his bull and hitting his head. Smart neuroscience graduate student Carrie Wang is studying him. There’s just one problem, Carrie’s attracted to her broad-shouldered research subject. But she shouldn’t be, because Carrie is pregnant with Charles Winston’s baby. However, that one-night-stand occurred in a beaker closet and Charles wants nothing to do with her or the child....

Besides being handsome in a long-haired, scruffy sort-of-way, Caleb Cooper is kind and quirky. Carrie can’t stop touching him and their unprofessional attraction is mutual. Problems abound when Carrie’s traditional Chinese mother and Charles come to the rodeo. Carrie’s mother wants her to hook a  husband and Charles wants Carrie to give the baby up for adoption. Carrie knows she could never let a stranger raise her child. Can Carrie go against everyone’s wishes and raise the baby on her own? Or could Caleb become a father to this child?
 
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~Excerpt~

Caleb didn’t want to open his eyes. He knew the pregnant woman was sitting beside his bed because he could smell her. It was that same assertive, smart, and extremely sexy smell his sister-in-law Rachel had. Yes, Caleb had a crush on Rachel and yes, he proposed to her when he thought there was a slim chance his brother wasn’t going to take responsibility for his actions.

Holy hell, why did Caleb keep meeting and falling for women knocked up by some other guy. Why couldn’t he be that other guy? Probably the concussion researcher’s ‘Baby Daddy’ was just as smart and successful as she was. Then they’d have the perfect kid to complete their perfect family. Mother of God, Caleb hated perfect families.

“I know you’re awake,” she said in that take-no-prisoners tone of hers. Rachel spoke the same way when she was annoyed at him. For some damn reason, he liked it. “You may as well open your eyes,” she continued.

Sweet Jesus, why couldn’t she and that smell of hers leave him alone? It was jasmine with a hint of vanilla. Nothing overbearing like the buckle bunnies wore. “I’m not awake,” he mumbled as he covered his eyes with the heels of his hands. Yes, he knew what jasmine smelled like because Rachel drank the tea.

“Do you know you have a Grade III concession?” Then she crossed her legs. Caleb knew she did because he could hear her silky skin rub together. Or maybe she was crossing her arms. No, she couldn’t be that mad at him for getting himself knocked out. He laughed sadly. She was knocked up and he was knocked out.

He pulled his hands off his face and opened his eyes. Dammit, she had crossed her arms. “Did you know the rodeo circuit is no place for a pregnant woman?” he countered. Why, oh why did he have to be attracted to her? If only he could get that smell out of his nose, then maybe he could fight this thing.

“My personal life has nothing to do with you.” She moved closer to the bed and put her hand on his forehead. Her touch felt good as she pushed his hair back. Then she pulled his eyebrow up and at the same time flashed a light in his eye. Son of a gun, that didn’t feel good.

“What the hell?” he asked as his hair flopped back. His hair was like that, unruly. His brother had gotten the good hair, along with the good wife. No, Caleb wasn’t dwelling on the fact he wasn’t meeting any women he liked. Kelly Proctor, sister of the famous buckle bunny Kiddy, wasn’t doing it for him even though she kept trying and trying.

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Friday, September 13, 2013

BENT BOOT ROAD by Lynn Rae

BENT BOOT ROAD by Lynn Rae

Lydia Back has problems; a dead end job cataloging artifacts no one wants to see, an office in a dusty basement storage room, and she’s just discovered that her friend is missing. Adding to her frustration is the arrival of a too charming private investigator who needs her help.

Carter Harris has no problems; he has his own successful business and is enjoying a few days in a scenic southern Ohio town to gather information on a missing professor. But his local contact turns out to be an uncooperative woman who prefers traipsing around in the forest to having a civilized conversation with him.

Together, they begin to uncover some of the secrets that lurk under the surface of other people’s lives and to appreciate each other’s abilities. When danger threatens, both Carter and Lydia realize it will be impossible to survive alone.


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 ~Excerpt~

“I know that my hat looks stupid, but it does keep the ticks from dropping out of the trees right into your hair, like this one must have done.”

Carter had a feeling she was gloating, but the idea of something sucking his blood was so revolting he wasn’t really paying attention to what she was saying. They were back at the Inn, and he was sitting on the toilet as Lydia dispassionately looked at him. He recalled that just the previous evening, he had been taking care of her hands in her bathroom, so it seemed like this was completing the circle. Although he would have rather had cuts and bruises than some bug burrowing into him.

“We seem to be doing this a lot, sitting in bathrooms and administering first aid.” He began to speak, mostly to take his mind off of what she was doing.

“It’s a rough and tumble life.” Lydia started to move the hair on his head to give her access to the tick. He’d felt the bug as they left the Mullins’ house and had almost driven off the side of the road with shock. He felt a slight tug and she grunted. “They must like the taste of you. Do you want to see it?”

“No.”

She tapped the tweezers in a disposable cup and then began to check his scalp for more of the disgusting things. Despite thinking about what might be crawling around on him, he found that as she ran her fingers through his hair he grew more and more relaxed. She was quiet and worked slowly, and his relaxation began to shift in another direction, something more focused and compelling. Which meant he needed to stop it now. So he reached up and caught one of her wrists. “I’ll check, you don’t need to do that.”

Taking a step back, she watched him rub his scalp gingerly. “Anything else?”

“No.”

“Check your skin too, and your back in the mirror.” She backed away and left the bathroom “When are you picking me up for dinner with Reggie?”

“At six.” Carter hadn’t felt any more suspicious bumps, and he was dreading checking the rest of his body in the shower he’d soon be taking. “Hey Back, what about you?”

“What about me?” Her voice floated in from the living room. It sounded like she was almost out in the hallway already.

“Do you want me to check you?”

“Nope, I can take care of myself.” And with that the door closed with a thump and she was gone.

“I can take care of myself too.” Carter grumbled as he began to strip, carefully shaking each article of clothing to see if anything nasty had hitched a ride. He’d actually had a pretty good day so far, the police had opened a missing person file on Dr. Cooper, they had discovered that he had been somewhere on Friday, and he had hopes that the upcoming dinner with Reggie might result in even more useful information. Of course, he had just had a parasite pulled out of his skin by a confusing woman who knew what to do with a machete.

He wasn’t sure what to make of Back. She seemed to alternate between liking him and then rushing to get away from him. As he stepped into the shower and ran the water, he thought about her in a shower and his body began to wake up. Just what he needed to confuse the situation, an attraction to a sarcastic woman who lived in the middle of nowhere. In order to divert himself from speculating on what she looked like beneath that absurd, if practical, overall, he began to run his hands over his skin to check for more ticks. That was not erotic at all. But Back would be doing the same thing as soon as she got to her apartment. He should have offered her a turn in his shower, or they could have shared a shower and he could have helped her check her back. And backside. And now he was getting warmed up again. He had been alone too long if just thinking about a woman he barely knew was enough to get him hard. There was no room in his life for a long-distance relationship, as if he would even want such a thing with an aggravating person like Lydia Back. There were plenty of sweet, kind women in Columbus that he could take a shower with. And in his experience, he hadn’t needed to check them for ticks first.

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Friday, August 3, 2012

ACCIDENTAL HEARTS by Michelle Levigne

ACCIDENTAL HEARTS by Michelle Levigne

A Tabor Heights, Ohio Novel

Tyler Sloane's sister and her children came to live with him when her marriage exploded. A summer of carting children to activities brought him into Abby Morgan's path, and friendship grew between her niece and nephew and his.

Abby was busy with her air courier service and helping her widowed brother raise his children. Common sense said she didn't have time for a relationship -- especially with a man as accident-prone as Tyler. But there comes a time in every woman's life when she has to throw out common sense and take a chance on love. That is, if accidents would stop plaguing her and Tyler, and four mischief-makers could agree that romance isn't "gross," and they should help Aunt Abby and Uncle Ty get together.

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"Oh, yuck." Abby slowly stood. Strings of bright pink marred with dirty black streaks dripped from her fingers.

"What is it?" Tyler asked with that horrified expression that said he suspected what the answer would be.

"Looks like bubble gum." She turned to hide her grin. Her shoulders shook as she fought giggles.

"Did it ruin anything?"

"Well..." She scraped at the pink and black mess remaining on the cable ends. "Looks like someone was trying to make some repairs, actually."

"What?"

"These connections were snapped. Looks like someone tried to do a patch job with the bubble gum, but the heat melted it."

"Danny. And Pam. They're a matched set." He looked tired, but he grinned. "Too many MacGyver re-runs."

"This sounds good." She returned his grin. If this man had enemies, she suspected they were amusing, cute, and he had just dumped them at the camp hidden in the trees behind them. "Kids?"

"Kids." He sighed. "They broke my cell phone yesterday, otherwise I'd call for a tow. I can't fix anything."

Abby pulled her cell phone from her pocket to call Al. Why not? Her brother's kids had brought her here, so his towing business should profit.

"I'm going to kill him," Tyler said with a crooked grin that made Abby suspect he was proud of the little monster. She just nodded encouragement as she punched in Al's number. "Danny. I can't decide if he's inherited my mechanical ineptitude or not."

"How old?"

"Eight. And ten. Pam ought to know better, but that's her gum. Danny won't chew anything but grape."

"My monsters are ten and nine."

"That's right!" He slapped his thigh and gave her that crooked grin particular to men when they didn't want to admit they had done something stupid.

"Right?"

"I saw you at church a few weeks ago with your kids. You go to Tabor Christian, right?" He barely waited for her to nod she was feeling a little stunned at this point -- and gestured in the general direction of the registration pavilion, through the woods. "They looked so excited about whatever you were signing up for, I decided to check it out. That's how mine are here." He shrugged, his grin widening. "That's how I'm here, too, I guess."
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Saturday, April 14, 2012

VOICE OF ABANDON by Rae Lori

VOICE OF ABANDON by Rae Lori

Voice of Abandon or The Princess and the Violinist

His music inspired her to live again. His heart inspired her to love again.

After losing her husband to a fatal heart condition, Her Serene Highness Julianna DeWinters falls into a depression. She lives her life on auto pilot, making preparations and setting things in order for her country but not for herself. Assisted by her in-laws on an evening visit to a classical concert, Julianna hears the most beautiful sound that awakens her to life once again. The violinist’s passion through his music not only livens her will but also her heart as she finds the ability to love. If she allows herself the possibility...

Andrew Graham never settled down and loved again after losing the love of his life. Throwing himself into his music, he fuels his passion through the strings of his violin. Once he stops in Welshire to play for the royal family, a beautiful princess captures his interest and his heart. Soon he finds himself on the edge of a romance that will test his ability to trust and love once again.

Voice of Abandon or, The Princess and the Violinist is a sweet, classical novella that proves life and love can begin after loss. Especially when you least expect it.

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Julianna peered down at her program to skim the compositions. The photograph of the violinist, Andrew Graham, caught her eye right away. His soft features reminded her of a romantic hero from a fairytale. Calm eyes and a thin smile welcomed her. Disappointment set in her heart as the lights dimmed over the hall. She set the program down in her lap and joined in applause as the solo violinist and conductor took to the stage. Both took a bow before each took their places to begin the set.

The conductor nodded to the violinist and raised his wand to conduct the opening strings of Tchaikovsky’s None But the Lonely Heart. Julianna’s heart stopped for but a moment at the whimsical nature of the melody. The violinist stood, his eyes closed, lost in the sounds of the song that took him away from the present time.

Then it began.

The melodic high tones like that of a human voice sang to her of a love saddened and darkened by loss. A tragedy of lonesomeness. She found herself sitting forward and listening closely as if the notes spoke to her. The violinist closed his eyes until the last note was carried throughout the hall. He took a bow between the next set and continued as Julianna held her breath.

The spell continued with Frederic Chopin’s Nocturne in C Sharp Minor.

The opening notes of the string set the mood for the solo violin to step in. Once again, the voice spoke to her as if she were the only one in the hall. It enticed her to step out of her body and walk along the shores of the moonlight path. Watching the violinist’s body move with every note, she couldn’t help feeling the mimic consume her.

Something was alive now. A fire in her veins that once was an ember. They were connected in that moment with each rise of the crescendo and fall to the low whisper of notes. He reached out to her, exchanged his strength with her weakness and ignited her.

A single tear fell from her eye and down her cheek. It was as if something had awakened deep inside of her now with the sound of the music. Her heart beat faster as the music rose, speaking of a love that could never be tamed.

Her gloved hand gripped the seat as she watched the violinist lost in his world of song. She was transported away with him and they became one, the only two souls left in the world.

As the last notes started low and rose to a high, the strings ended the song with a soft epilogue of promise. The violinist stroked the soft notes to a mellow high-pitched end.

Julianna had to remind herself to breathe. She joined in the applause as the violinist took his bow before disappearing off stage.

Although the program was to continue for the duration of the next two hours, Julianna had to hold her breath in anticipation for the violinist’s return.

***

“What a wonderful program!”

“Took my breath away!”

“What did you think, Julianna? Julianna?”

Julianna looked up once she realized her name was called.

“My apologies, I didn’t realize…” She thought it rude to say she wasn’t paying attention. Instead, she smiled and took Phillip’s arm that he held out to her. “It was lovely, yes.”

“We’re going to meet the violinist and maestro in a few moments. They should be up here soon.”

She followed Phillip’s gaze to the scattered crowd in the hall on the lower level. The citizens looked handsome in their gowns and suits and couldn’t help smiling at the royal family—her family— as they took their exits.

“Come. I think I hear them on their way.” Phillip caressed Julianna’s hand on his arm and smiled warmly at her.

She forced a smile but she had to wonder if her nerves were apparent as her rapid heartbeat beneath her chest. The last time she was this nervous meeting someone was with Frederick on their first date in Central Park. Had this passionate musician sparked a renewed interest deep within her? Why did she feel this way meeting him?

An older gentleman in a black suit entered the balcony hall with a large smile on his face. He promptly bowed and then waited as each of the family was addressed. His Serene Highness King Frederick DeWinters and his wife, her Serene Highness Queen Marie Caroline Josef DeWinters. Then Prince Phillip, Duke Freeman, Princess Tiana, and, finally, Princess Julianna.

“May I present the maestro and solo violinist for this evening, Sir John Von Constatin and Andrew Graham.”

Julianna had to force herself to breathe once Andrew took her hand after greeting her family. A soft face and warm smile stared right back at her. Hands that tingled with the magic of music sent shivers throughout her body.

His voice, as if it were possible to compare, was even more magical and hypnotic than the instrument he breathed life into.

“It is a pleasure.” His voice wrapped around her and held on. She bowed her head and smiled.

***

Andrew was frozen in place as he looked into the princess’s dark eyes. There was something about them that was different from when he saw her enter earlier. She was alive now, perhaps enraptured by him as he was her. He wanted to tell her to stay that way. To allow herself to feel and release the tugs of sorrow she carried around on her shoulders. She was more beautiful now with the renewed freedom than she had been before. But it was not his place and this was certainly not the time.

Instead, he gave a short bow and raised her hand to his lips where he gently kissed the back. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Your Highness.” He wasn’t sure if it was the proper greeting. He had been all over the world with his concerts and tried to remember each custom that was particular to the country. But all thought and reason had left him as he watched her.

She nodded. “You play beautifully, Mr. Graham. I’m honored to have been a part of your audience while you were in town.”

“The honor is mine,” he said finally breaking his gaze to look at the rest of her family. “I rarely have the chance to play to such a delightful family.”

“How long will you be in town, Mr. Graham?” Marie Caroline asked.

“I should be leaving back home to the states tomorrow in a few days or so.”

“Ah. Well, we were to have a banquet for the club. We would love to have you join us.”

“I’m sure the young man has other engagements to attend, my dear,” Frederick Sr. said as he caressed his wife’s hand. “Other concerts perhaps?”

“Another one in New York, yes. I should be leaving in a few days.” Andrew felt his body grow warm as he saw Julianna’s gaze on him out of the corner of his eye. Her head fell slightly as he announced his leave and although they had met just that evening, he didn’t want to leave her either.

“Well, we would love to have you over for tea before then.”

Andrew smiled and nodded. “I would love to attend, Your Highness.” He met Julianna’s gaze and immediately smiled. “It would be an honor. I should be heading back. It was a pleasure meeting all of you.”

Julianna tried to ignore the disappointment in her heart as she watched him turn and leave. If she didn’t speak now, the moment would pass her by. Something deep inside was drawing her toward Andrew, something she couldn’t explain…only feel.

“Please excuse me.” She noticed Phillip’s curious gaze toward her as he moved closer. Lifting her dress, she followed Andrew to the backstage where he was gently setting his violin down into his case. She wasn’t sure what to say. The moment she saw him, dressed in his suit, carefully setting his instrument down with the utmost care, she knew she couldn’t let him go so easily. She wanted to see him again.

“Mr. Graham.”

He turned and looked at her. A slight flush brushed across his pale skin and he immediately straightened himself once he saw her. “Your Highness, is there something I can do for you?”

“Your compositions are mesmerizing,” she found herself saying. She scolded herself in her head. What kind of idiotic thing was that to say? The doubt in her mind disappeared as soon as he smiled, making him appear more boyish.

“Thank you, my lady. I have to say that’s the highest honor I’ve ever received.”

“Oh no, I don’t believe that.” She walked closer to him, finding herself relaxing more in his presence. “You’ve won many awards including a Grammy and you’ve been in more esteemed company than myself, I’m sure.”

His handsome face scowled slightly in thought and he nodded. “More esteemed perhaps, but none that is so flattering and meaningful to me.”

Julianna noticed how close she stepped toward him. His blue eyes faced hers and she could feel the heat of his body drawing her closer to him. The spotlights, she tried to tell herself. It had to be the spotlights from the stage. He was still perspiring, beads of sweat forming around his forehead and temples. His breath was slightly labored and from here she could sense his heartbeat still racing. He looked at her in a way that made her feel desired. A feeling she hadn’t felt since Frederick died. In fact, this man…this Andrew Graham, was igniting a host of feelings that had been dormant since Frederick’s death.

“I was hoping to see you again,” Andrew said suddenly. He laughed a little. “I’m sorry.” He stepped back, dabbing his forehead a little. “I shouldn’t have been forward.”

“Actually,” she reached out, touching his sleeved arm. Despite the material there, her hand warmed with the touch. “I was hoping to see you. My mother-in-law invited you for tea and brunch but I was hoping to spend some time with you. Just you and I. I don’t want you to think that I’m trying anything. Or that I do this often.” Julianna nearly jumped when she felt his touch on her arm. Something magnetic was happening between them but she wasn’t quite sure what. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to define it for fear the magic would be lost. Judging from the look in his eye, she hoped he felt the same way, too.

***

Andrew couldn’t believe what he was doing. He was actually trying to court a princess. A beautiful regal woman who was part of a royal family. It wasn’t his intention to get involved with anyone. He had made that promise to his heart and himself after one loss. He would lose himself in his music and tours. That was where he found solace. But as he looked into Princess Julianna’s beautiful eyes, felt her warm, comforting touch on him and the closeness of her body to his, he knew he wanted her near. The moment he heard her voice behind him, he was sure it was a residual from his thoughts about her. Since he saw her watching from the audience, he couldn’t stop thinking about her and was more than reluctant to take his eyes off her.

And now she stood before him, desiring to see more of him as he did her. All he could do was oblige her.

Andrew nodded, placing his hand over hers on his arm. “I would be most honored, my lady.”

Julianna’s smile widened and he swore his heart leapt in his chest. “Wonderful. You can come by the palace tomorrow if you are free. I’m sure we would love to hear more of your wonderful compositions.”

“I’ll be there.”


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Thursday, March 22, 2012

THE MISSION by Michelle L. Levigne

THE MISSION by Michelle Levigne

A Tabor Heights, Ohio Novel

Thanks to the Arc Foundation, the renovations Claire wanted for the Mission could now become reality. First on the list was a new head custodian to oversee the repairs. She welcomed Paul Hunter and his 5-year-old daughter Sammy, and was thankful for his wholehearted dedication to the Mission -- until she realized one of her deepest fears was having someone take over. Was Paul an ally, or a threat?

Paul welcomed a chance to take his daughter away from his hometown with its painful past and people who preferred to believe the lies about him and his dead wife. Tabor and the Mission were the fresh start and the ministry he had been looking for. He didn't even mind when Sammy took one look at Claire and asked if she was her new mother -- at least, not too much. He wasn't quite sure if he was ready to fall in love again, but if he ever did, Claire would be at the top of his list.

When painful remnants of their pasts followed both Claire and Paul to Tabor Heights, their growing, changing relationship and their faith in God were put to the test. Could they open up their hearts to each other enough to survive, and possibly make the new family that Sammy wanted?

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Paul pulled the truck into the Holwoods' driveway and climbed out. Brock started making introductions. Paul stepped forward to shake Nikki's hand and the movement revealed a little figure curled up on the bench seat, just starting to stir. Claire barely heard Brock introduce her to Paul, who saw the direction of her gaze and turned back to the cab.

"Hey, sleepy." He reached in and gathered up a bundle of platinum curls, bare feet, and faded denim. Claire felt her face heat up. Proven wrong twice in less than ten minutes. This was not the rebellious adolescent she had envisioned. Sammy Hunter couldn't be more than five years old. An adorable, sleepy five years old. Paul cuddled her close, rubbed her back, and whispered to her as she scrubbed her eyes. When the child finally had both eyes open, her father introduced her to the three adults. Claire couldn't help comparing Paul Hunter with Rich Thomas, his obvious tenderness for his child versus the casual affection the fugitive custodian had sometimes spattered on his adoring little girl.

No doubt about it: Sammy Hunter was wanted long before she was born. Not an accident and burden like poor little Aurora Thomas.

"And this lady is Miss Donnelly. She's Daddy's new boss, too," Paul said, turning Sammy to face her.

"Miss Claire," she responded with a smile. "All the children call me that. I'm so glad to finally meet you, Sammy."

Claire felt her heart twist when the little girl's face lit up slowly, like sunrise. She sat up straight in her father's arms.

"Is she my new mommy?"

"Sammy--" Paul blushed a red so intense it was almost neon. "Miss Donnelly--"

"I prayed really hard," the child continued. "I asked God for a new mommy. I want you."

"Why?" Claire had to ask. She could barely speak, caught between an onslaught of tears, laughter, panic and hunger. Her arms actually ached with the need to cuddle Sammy close.

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Friday, September 16, 2011

THE ICE DRAGON by Tianna Xander

THE ICE DRAGON by Tianna Xander

A Dragon Bound Book

Rose wants and needs a mate, but when one offers in the form of a dragon, can she stop running long enough to test the bond?

Rose is convinced that no man, let alone a dragon, could possibly want her. When an ice dragon turns on the heat, she does what her instincts scream for her to do. Grabs her sister and heads for the hills with a dragon in cold and calculating pursuit.

With her destiny held in a kiss, will she ever let him get close enough to prove their match?

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Leaning forward, Tansy closed her eyes and, with an effort that looked painful, she held her wrists together, her hands arced out. Tansy’s lips moved, possibly in a silent prayer, just before she pushed a ball of concentrated energy at the driver through the thick wire divider.

The driver slumped forward, unconscious as the cab careened out of control toward the brick wall of a warehouse.

“Shit, shit, shit…” Rose closed her eyes and visualized the driver stomping on the brakes. The car skidded to a halt and the two women jumped out.

“Asshole!” Tansy ripped the driver’s door open, jammed the car into park, removed the driver’s seatbelt and dragged him from the car. “Get in,” she snarled in Rose’s direction. “We have to get out of here before someone finds us.”

Rose climbed into the vehicle more because she wanted to get away from the man who had kidnapped them than because she agreed with her sister. “Where to now?”

Tansy looked down at the gauges as she put the car in gear. “As far as three quarters of a tank of gas will take us, then we’ll catch a bus.”


Two hours and one flat tire later, they were walking. “I’m hungry.”

“Don’t whine to me about the state of your stomach, Tansy. This was your idea.”

“Yeah, but you’re older. You should have stopped me.”

Rose stopped walking to glare at her sister. “I’m older by months, Tansy, not years. That does not give me more experience. If it did, I would have known this harebrained scheme of yours would turn out badly.”

Tansy stuck her thumb out as a car approached. “I don’t care what you think about the perils of hitchhiking. I’m hitching a ride to the nearest restaurant.”

Rose shook her head and sighed. “Whatever. It’s not like you couldn’t use that weird energy thing on someone again.”

“I can’t. I can only use that about once every six hours, but that’s beside the point. I’m hungry and thirsty and my feet hurt.”

“Why do I always forget you’re the whiney sister until I go with some stupid plan of yours?” Rose shook her head. She almost laughed when the car sped past and Tansy stomped her foot like a frustrated child.

She didn’t laugh, however, when a long, sleek limo stopped and a door opened.

“Get in.”

“Uh, no thanks.” Tansy backed away.

“I thought you wanted a ride. You had your thumb out, didn’t you?” The man inside didn’t move to get out, nor did he attempt to coerce them into the vehicle any further.

“Well…yes. I did have my thumb out.”

“Then get in. I’m late for a meeting. I can’t sit here indefinitely.”

“I’m not sure about this, Tansy.” Rose grabbed her sister’s arm as she sighed and headed for the car.

Tansy turned around with a sigh. “You’re not sure about what? The man stopped because I had my thumb out.” She narrowed her eyes as if to say get in or you’re on the menu. I’m starved. “Get in. He’ll take us to town.”

“Which town would that be?” Rose asked as she climbed into the car behind her sister, the whole time telling herself you’re just too damned stupid to live, Rose. Or maybe that was Tansy. The jury was still out on that one.

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Sunday, April 10, 2011

FOOL ME TWICE by Sandra K Marshall and Sandra Sookoo

FOOL ME TWICE - An Anthology with stories from Sandra K Marshall and Sandra Sookoo

A FOOL'S FOOL by Sandra K Marshall
Pranks are carried too far.

Kathy O'Reilly, a strong-willed woman doesn't allow men to walk over her or anyone else. When one of the co-owner's of Gagsters, Norm Jokes, is allowed to get away with playing pranks, she speaks up to her boss.

Jason Barrone, co-owner of Gagsters is attracted to his assistant and will not allow his best friend to cause him to lose her. Jason wants them to be friends because he doesn't want to have to make a choice of who goes and who stays.

REMEMBERING ANDY by Sandra Sookoo

Devastated after her fiancé dies in Iraq, Claudia Foster packs up her life and moves to the city of Indianapolis. She's a small town girl and she wants to lose herself in the noise, sites, and sounds of a place so foreign from her upbringing, nothing could possibly remind her of her guilt surrounding Andy's death. But fate has other plans.

Daniel Sorenson has put all thoughts of his brother Andy's death from his mind just to get through the day but running into Claudia again stirs up all the hidden feelings he has struggled so hard to hide. How can you love the girl who was supposed to marry your dead brother? How can that be normal?

As the two share their grief, they also share something deeper: laughter. But is it enough? Or will they spend their whole lives simply remembering Andy and never embrace the love that could be theirs if only they could have the courage to reach for it.

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A Fool’s Fool by Sandra K. Marshall


Chapter One


Kathy O'Reilly walked softly behind Norm Jokes as he crept up the aisle between the cubicles, making sure he didn't know she was near. It was obvious he was planning to sneak up on someone to either scare or do something worse.

Norm was as obnoxious as any guy she'd ever met, but for some reason her friend, Allyson Metzl, thought the joker just needed attention.

Uh oh—Norm sped up, and she saw the reason why.

Allyson stood just a few feet away, waving her hands as she leaned in a cubicle to talk to a co-worker. Her friend’s back was to him; Allyson's long dark hair covered the derrière of her diminutive figure.

Her pal had just gone through a divorce, and was feeling frail. There was no way Kathy would let anyone hurt her friend again. Kathy called out, "Allyson."

Allyson wheeled around, her mouth opened in a big O when she almost smacked into Norm.

He put his hands on Allyson’s shoulders. “Don’t move so suddenly. You almost knocked me down, and I would’ve fell on top of you.” He glanced over his shoulder at Kathy.

With an inward laugh, she joined them. "Stopped you from being an obnoxious ass.” She watched him, knowing by his grin that he’d enjoyed himself. "You're going to get into big trouble one day." His right eye ticked knowing he'd been caught in the act. Too bad fellow.

"Did someone want me?" Allyson asked; her black lashes fluttered as she glanced between Kathy and Norm.

His face reddening, Norm stuttered, "I wanted to tell you how pretty you look in your outfit."

"Thank you for noticing, Norm." Allyson peeked up at him. "It's new."

The skunk, he hadn't even noticed her friend's lime green outfit until he needed to get his ass out of a jam. "Allyson, I wanted to talk to you a moment."

"Uh, I'll leave you two to it," Norm muttered.

Kathy glared after him as he slinked toward his office. He had nerve pretending to have noticed Allyson other than her butt. She hoped her friend didn't fall for his Mr. Nice Guy act.

Allyson's cherry red lips turned up, laughing she showed perfect white teeth and her milk chocolate gaze focused on Kathy. "The way you're scowling at Norm he must've been up to no good."

"He almost got you, but I managed to save you."

Allyson laughed, her eyes sparkling. She shook her head, her long straight hair swaying from side to side. "Thanks, but who knows? Maybe I would have liked it.”

Her friend hadn’t dated since her divorce, and she constantly defended Norm to the other girls in the building. Why? Kathy couldn’t understand unless Allyson secretly had a crush on him. Kathy hoped not, because in truth, the man terrorized all of them. They were afraid to say anything for fear of losing their jobs. Luckily, she wasn’t in the same circumstance since she worked for the head boss.

"Next time I’ll let him get you.” She grimaced. “You need to get out more if that guy interests you.” He almost pinched her friend’s bottom. He liked to pinch the other girls and play pranks on them.

“Now you’re just being mean.” Allyson’s perfect white teeth chewed her bottom lip. “I think he’s cute.”

"To each their own, but something has to be done to stop him from picking on all the women."

Allyson giggled. “I might be able to help. We could play a trick on him. April Fool’s Day will be here soon and it would be an appropriate time to do something to him.”

"Great. I would like nothing better than to get revenge on the skinny runt."

Her dark brows rose and Allyson asked, “Has he done anything to you?”

“He better not or I’ll make his life miserable.” If Norm ever pinched her, she would bring a harassment lawsuit against him and the company, Gagsters, Incorporated.

"You won't do anything to hurt his feelings, will you Kath?" Allyson’s brows knit together slightly.

Well, on second thought not against Gagsters, just Norm. She didn't want to hurt her boss, Jason Barrone. As his administrative assistant, Kathy was treated courteously and as an equal. Not only was he a perfect gentleman, he was a very handsome one. She liked his cleft chin and green brown-flecked eyes. Besides, he often told her he couldn't do without her— she was his right arm.

For some reason, she was drawn to Jason even though normally, she went for the tall, dark, and dangerous bad boys. Jason was the exact opposite with his light brown hair streaked blond from the sun. The one time she accidentally bumped into him he was solid as a rock and just as dependable.

A veil lifted from Allyson’s face and a light shone in her eyes. Her friend’s hound dog nose twitched on the scent of a mystery. She’d better say something quick. "Feelings. I doubt if Norm has any, he's such a dope. His antics have to be stopped."

She leaned toward Allyson with her hands fisted, but at the widening of her friends eyes, Kathy drew back, took a deep breath, and relaxed her hands. "You know the other girls won't step out of their cubicles when he's around, and when they go to the lunchroom or bathroom they're constantly looking for him over their shoulders."

Allyson nodded. "I know. Some of the younger girls have even talked to me about it."

"Then you’re completely with me on this?"

“I have an idea of something we can do that would get the message across without hurting him.”

“What?” Kathy watched excitement build on her friend’s face.

“I’m an artist. I could make a poster to put in his office or hang overhead somewhere.”

Smiling, Kathy said, “Okay.”

"Later. My phone is ringing." Allyson hurried away to answer the call.

Kathy wondered what kind of drawing Ally would come up with. She hoped Norm could take a joke. After all, he dished out plenty of them. It was time for him to have some pranks pulled on him. Besides, it was going to be April Fool’s Day in a week.

* * * * *

Jason stood in the doorway of his office pretending to read some papers while covertly watching the women scurrying excitedly from one cubicle to another. They whispered for a few minutes, giggled, and looked nervously around as if afraid of being caught.

He'd been traveling on business for a month, and when he came back from his trip he’d noticed a difference in the office. He’d watched the women for days and the ringleader appeared to be assistant's friend, Allyson.

His gaze turned to Kathy, noting the freckles sprinkled across her pale cheeks while a couple more dotted her nose. She tried to hid them with makeup, but he thought they were cute. She seemed immune to the activity outside her window.

Ever since she'd started working for him, he'd wanted to grab a handful of the thick red, blonde-streaked hair that fell around her shoulders. He wanted to rub his face in the strands. Whenever he was near her he would inhale her fresh citrus scent, and he wanted to get closer to her, nibble on her neck, and see what she would look like naked.

There was something about this matter-of-fact woman that fascinated him. She drew him to her on a sexual level. He couldn't help wondering what she was like away from work or in bed.

She looked fantastic in anything she wore but this top fit her lovely shaped breasts like a second layer of skin. Would the buds be pink or brown, he wondered.

Kathy raised her head and turned to look intently at him. "Do you want something?"

Oops, he'd been caught staring. He gazed into her topaz eyes then turned to look out her window before saying, "I'm wondering what the girls are up to."

Her eyebrows rose and her head tilted to one side. "What makes you think they're up to anything?"

Ah ha, he'd surprised her. She glanced at her desk, and he realized he was right, she knew more than she would admit. "They're all abuzz about something. Kind of like a bunch of busy bees in their hives."

Lowering her chin, she gazed at him with a smile on her lips and in her light yellow-brown eyes. "Well, you know a special day is coming up for us."

"Ah." Jason leaned more comfortably against the doorframe. "You're referring to April Fool’s Day." Just as he thought, they were planning a practical joke for one of them, either Norm or himself. He hoped it wasn't his friend.

Jason didn't know how Norm would react to someone pulling a stunt on him. He'd always been a jokester. He used it to defend himself against school bullies and to hide the fact that he didn’t have a normal family. If he thought they were tormenting, him, he'd get even.

Kathy nodded her head. "The girls thought it might be time to take a more active part developing pranks, and what better way to start than on April 1st?"

"Just as long as no one gets hurt," he said, turning back into his room. Jason knew Norm was sensitive, even though he didn’t show that side of himself at work. He needed to understand that other people might have those same feelings.

"Oh, not likely," she said.

Her annoyed tone warned him that there was more going on than Kathy was telling him. He just hoped it was nothing that required him to fire someone.

* * * * *

Kathy watched Allison sketch swiftly at a worktable by the sliding glass doors, sunlight streaming in through them. She leaned over a large piece of pale pink paper sketching a pig snorting around a bunch of females.

Sticking the pencil between her lips, she gazed at the caricature with Norm’s face. She giggled, dropped the pencil as she gasped and giggled again.

Kathy laughed. “It’s a perfect likeness of Norm.” Shaking her head, she added, “I’m not so sure we should do this. I don’t want you to get fired.”

“I’m not backing out now, Kath. This is the one all the girls chose, and it really is the nicest one.” Ally giggled. “I was afraid they’d pick the one of the stallion mounting the mare.”

“No, you didn’t draw something like that.” She covered her mouth laughing as she watched her friend nod her head. “Well, I’m glad everyone had sense not to pick that one. We would all get fired then.”


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Remembering Andy by Sandra Sookoo


Chapter One



“Hello?” Claudia Foster held the cellphone to her ear even as she gestured with her other hand for her giggling friends to be quiet. “Hi, Mrs. Sorenson, how are you? I’m at Bridal Belles going through the final fitting on my gown. I’m so excited! Andy’ll be home in two weeks and then we can get this wedding started!” She grinned at her two bottle-blonde, fashion-forward friends who sat on an ivory velvet sofa.

“Oh, I wish you’d called me. This is not going to go well.” From day one, Andy’s mom had always been doom and gloom. Why would it be any different now?

“Why? It’s just little alterations. No big deal, but we’re all going out to lunch afterward. You’re welcome to come.” The invitation was offered because Claudia knew Mrs. Sorenson would never accept. She stared at her reflection in the three-way mirror as the seamstress knelt on the floor, pinning a spot at the hem. The sleeveless wedding dress already fit like a second skin, highlighting her bust and hiding the hips that had always been a little fuller than Claudia would have liked. Tiny crystal beads made the waist and hem sparkle under the florescent shop lights.

Belatedly, she realized her future mother-in-law was still talking and sounded as if she’d been crying. “Janet, are you okay? I would have called you but figured I wouldn’t be here for very long. I hope you’ll come to lunch.” Suddenly, the need for a greater understanding of Andy’s mom tugged strong on her mind. Hard on the heels of that thought came a new one. This wedding was real, it was life changing, and yet…

She frowned at her reflection, making a mental note to have someone color her hair, all other thoughts forgotten.

“Dear, listen to me. I’m afraid I have some very sad news.”

“Oh, no. Don’t tell me the florist can’t come through with the lilies.” Why didn’t I have a professional do the flowers instead of the people at the grocery store? “I realize it’s kind of last minute but—”

“Claudia, listen!” Flat out grief and frustration rang through the phone, intense enough to cut into her distraction. “It’s Andy. I’m afraid…”

“Don’t tell me Andy’s making you play a joke on me.” Concerned chattering from her friends brought questions to her mind and a sinking feeling to the pit of her stomach. “What, he’s calling off the wedding?” She rolled her eyes at her friends. “Changed his mind, that rascal. Don’t believe him, Mrs. Sorenson. Andy’s always playing tricks on me. He probably has a bet going with Daniel to see how fast I’ll freak out if you tell me that.”

An image of Daniel flickered into her mind. Always Andy’s opposite in every way, he’d been the voice of reason during their growing up years. He’d been the one she and Andy had looked to for advice, guidance and approval.

Claudia’s chest tightened and she gripped the phone more firmly. At one time she’d thought he’d be the Sorenson brother she’d marry, but when he’d left to chase his own dreams, she’d had no choice except to forget him.

The sound of Mrs. Sorenson blowing her nose brought Claudia back to the present. “It’s not a joke between my boys. Let me finish.” Tears choked Mrs. Sorenson’s voice and finally she regained control enough to say, “Andy’s been killed by an Improvised Explosive Device. Soldiers in the vehicle behind Andy’s said the guys never saw the roadside bomb. He died instantly…”

“Oh, my God.” The cellphone slipped from her hand, bouncing on the pedestal where she stood, and crashed into the bottom of a mirror. A thin, hairline crack edged up the reflective surface, only stopping after it had grown three inches.

In that one moment, everything she’d kept buried inside since she was thirteen came rushing into her mind and shattered much like the mirror. Nothing would ever be the same again. Andy was dead and Daniel might as well have been for the void he’d left behind. Both issues could be laid squarely on her doorstep, thanks to her own stupidity.

* * * * *

Six months later

Claudia darted across a busy street, narrowly avoiding an oncoming taxi cab as the annoyed blast of a horn followed her to the other side. She shrugged off the driver’s finger gesture, beyond caring what people thought.

Ahead, Military Park—the oldest green space and gathering place in Indianapolis—teemed with life in the early morning air. Men and women wearing military fatigues mingled with folks dressed in business attire, and regular citizens in jeans and sweatshirts, jackets and more than a few sets of gloves. Apparently, Mother Nature didn’t get the note that late March was supposed to usher in springtime, not hold on to the last vestiges of winter.

Skirting around a cluster of military men, she quickly glanced away from their combat boots when her heart did an odd flip-flop. Tears she thought she’d banished clustered tightly in her throat. Six months hadn’t been enough time to acclimate to Andy’s absence; it had hardly been enough time for her to come to grips with the new life she was determined—no, forced—to live.

Life went on, no matter what happened. It was the people death left behind who changed irrevocably.

She wasn’t allowed to retreat into thoughts, though, as the blood-pumping notes of a patriotic song rent the air. Claudia glared in the direction of the sound, cringed at the delighted laughter and squeals of happiness which blended with the melody. What right did any of these people have to be happy when every day another life was lost in that Godforsaken country? Didn’t any of these people care that innocent men and women were over there, working for the greater good—for their future freedom?

What about my future? Immediately contrite, she let the waves of grief and sadness surround her. Of course they cared. Why else would they be gathered here on a chilly Monday morning if not to show support for the troops overseas and to lend support to those still waiting for them to return. I gave up my right for a future months ago with a selfish decision in a game I didn’t understand how to play. Shoving her hands into the pockets of a wool pea-coat, Claudia hunched her shoulders against the cool breeze. It was too bad these stupid emotions attacked her the day she decided to reenter the world of the living. Hadn’t she spent too many days crying her eyes out over circumstances that wouldn’t change?

She pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind and continued along a walkway that was damp with the remnants of melting snow. It didn’t matter now. She wasn’t the same woman she’d been during those long ago months, the woman who had the world at her feet, planning her wedding and looking forward to all the parties, gifts and well-wishes that came along with such an event. God, what an idiot I was to even think I could have a shot at the perfect life.

Now, she’d become a bit more jaded, a lot more wary and hugely reluctant to mingle with her fellow city dwellers or join anything that would remotely make her feel happy outside of teaching. Too much life at one time became overwhelming but there was no going back. Not ever.

“Claudia! Wait up.” The high-pitched squeal rang over the buzz of conversation and the noise of the band.

She turned, quelling the urge to roll her eyes at the last minute. “Beth, what are you doing here? You told me you hated crowds.” The woman jogging toward her had a long, blonde ponytail that swished from side to side with each sinuous movement, and a tall, slim body set off in athletic gear emblazoned with a popular sports logo. She could be the poster girl for physical fitness.

As much as the arrival of her friend and co-worker lifted her spirits, Claudia didn’t want to relive such raw feelings the first time out in front of Beth. Not to mention seeing her pal triggered an avalanche of insecurities about the extra twenty pounds she’d put on since moving to the city, giving her too many curves and a waistline that mourned the loss of its favorite belt.

“I do, but since you didn’t answer your cell, I had no choice.” Beth came to a stop in front of Claudia. Darn it, the girl wasn’t even winded. “Do you remember that really cute guy we met at Continuing Education last weekend?”

Vaguely. She nodded anyway. “And?”

“I found out today he’s been reassigned to our school, starting after spring break. He’s newly divorced. And looking.” A huge smile parted Beth’s lips, revealing a mouthful of teeth worthy of a certain Hollywood actress.

Claudia groaned. “Thanks for your dedication at pushing me into the dating world. However, I think I’ll pass. I’m just not in the mood for a relationship right now.” The thought of having to make inane small talk with some strange guy over mediocre food at a cheesy restaurant didn’t appeal to her.

“Are you sure? Everyone’s been commenting on how unhappy you are. They think it’s because of them. If you don’t snap out of it, I bet you’ll have to go in for counseling.”

Snap out of it. Sure, I’ll simply turn the emotions from hot to cold. Easy peasy. “Trust me, it’s not the school, co-workers or anything like that.” She wished she could have a Pollyanna outlook on life like Beth did, but those days had long since vanished. “It’s just taking me longer to get over Andy’s death than I thought. I’m sure once spring comes and the flowers start growing, I’ll be fine.”

Yeah right. The last time I smelled fresh flowers was at the funeral, and there is no way I want to relive that. Remembering the pomp and circumstance of the military send off, the droning, emotion-filled speeches, the folding of the flag as it was presented to Andy’s mom, and the expression of guilt and anger in Daniel’s eyes was enough to bring on a new wave of tears.

“Okay, well don’t ever say I didn’t try.” Beth’s cheerful gaze scanned the growing crowd, carefully not looking at her friend. “Maybe I’ll ask him out and see what happens.”

Claudia pasted a false grin on her lips. “Sounds like a plan.”

“See ya!”

She waved as Beth resumed her jog. More than a few male heads turned to admire her as she went by. Claudia sighed, glad to let go of the fake chipper attitude. What was so wrong with wanting to stay wrapped in the grief and loneliness for awhile longer? Yes, she’d moved to Indianapolis shortly after Andy was buried in an effort to distance herself from the life she’d had with him, but the sad fact was she couldn’t shake the memories and that bothered her more than anything else.

I don’t want to remember. I don’t want to get involved with someone else and open myself up to more pain and hurt. Because trapped within the memories was the specter of the life she’d always thought she’d have. A perfect marriage like her parents. Two perfect kids—a boy and a girl. A perfect dog and cat. The perfect house and environmentally friendly cars. A perfect husband who loved to laugh and never took anything too seriously.

Now, thanks to one stupid incident of terror, she would have none of those things, and that saddened her more than merely missing Andy.

She mourned for her dreams, too.


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Monday, November 1, 2010

BEHIND THE SCENES by Michelle Levigne

BEHIND THE SCENES - A Tabor Heights, Ohio Novel by Michelle Levigne

Max Randolph and Tony Martin were best friends and writing partners. She had moments of wishing for something more, something warmer, closer, in their relationship, but with the specter of her mother's mistakes when she had been a Hollywood starlet -- resulting in Max's birth -- she wasn't about to risk what she had by reaching for something that Tony probably wasn't interested in at all.

It took a writer-in-residence job and an extended stay away from Tabor Heights to make Tony realize what he wanted most -- Max, in every part of his life.

Then Max's parents were involved in a brutal accident and Tony rushed home to Tabor Heights to support her and her brothers. He promised Max she would never be alone again -- but with a Shakespearean production and book deadlines and stolen identities to deal with, when would things calm down enough for him to tell her everything that was part of that promise?

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Brenda stayed after rehearsal that night to get Tony's opinion on her latest short story. She and Max hung up costumes while he read. Max knew better than to watch him and try to predict his opinion from his face. Brenda hadn't learned that lesson yet, and she kept running into Max because she didn't watch where she went.

To make matters worse, every time they ran into each other, Brenda contorted her face, obviously trying to communicate something without speaking. Finally, Max caught her by the arm and led her around the shelving to give them a little privacy.

"What?" she whispered.

"He loves you." Brenda smirked and crossed her arms and leaned back against the shelving full of glassware.

"What?" Max barely remembered to keep her voice down, instead of shrieking it.

"You said that if Tony really loved you, he would jump on the next plane and come back from California. And he did that, didn't he?"

"He drove. No plane."

"Details, details." She slid an arm around Max's shoulders, drawing her closer. "So? How was it?"

"How was what?" She felt a little breathless, and about two steps behind. Nothing else. She couldn't seem to get her brain to keep up with Brenda. Maybe that was a good thing?

"The kiss." Brenda groaned and shook her twice. "I figure when a guy confesses his all-consuming passion, that demands a great kiss. So, was it great?"

"He didn't confess anything. And the way he smelled after driving all that way without stopping... no way was I going to offer." Max shivered, remembering how close she had come to kissing Tony. If her brothers and Rose hadn't been there, she suspected even the aroma of dirty clothes and hair wouldn't have stopped her.

"He didn't..." She scowled. "Well, did you confess to him?"

"Are you nuts?"

"No, but I think both of you are hopeless." Brenda sniffed, turned sharply on her heel, and stalked back to where Tony read and waited.

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

DETOURS by Michelle Levigne

DETOURS: A Tabor Heights, Ohio Novel from Michelle Levigne

A year in the life: Bekka, Kat and Amy share an apartment and each other's ups and downs, tragedies and dramas and dreams. Bekka doesn't envy her roommates' various romances, considering herself too busy with work, school, and writing for a relationship, but she can't help wishing when Shane shows up - to date Kat. Shane is busy with work and school and some relationship problems of his own. He can't seem to catch a break, or catch up with Bekka long enough to get to know her better. One way or another, he's going to ask her out, if she'll sit still long enough for him to ask her.


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Amy and Kat went grocery shopping that evening, leaving Bekka totally alone in the apartment for the first time in what felt like days. She had just pulled out her cover slick and the letter from Chuck Winters, her first real chance to study the packet he had sent, when the doorbell rang. It was Shane.

"Kat's not here," slipped out before Bekka could really think.

"I know." He tipped back his Stetson off his forehead and lounged against the doorframe. "Where have you been hiding?"

"Me? Hiding?" Bekka blushed when her voice squeaked.

"Yeah. I never see you anywhere."

"I'm usually somewhere in Kat's shadow."

"Oh." Now it was his turn to color a little. "Sorry about that. Hey, I was thinking about you and those swords..." He looked over her shoulder into the apartment, but the piles of costumes and props had finally vanished after a long afternoon of sorting and folding and ridding. "A lot of things, actually. They're having a silent movie festival at the Cinematique at the Cleveland Institute of Art tonight. All the swashbucklers, mostly Fairbanks. Want to go?"

"What about parasailing at the islands?"

"Just said that to rile up Kat. You think I want to spend the day with some guy who wears a stupid pancake hat and uses a fake accent to pick up girls?"

"I wondered," she admitted, a tiny snort of laughter escaping her.

"So, what do you say?"

"Well... I'm tempted."

"Hey, don't ever let it be said I try to tempt girls... not that I mind." He grinned and leaned a little closer. Bekka felt something melt inside when she noticed the crystalline gray rings around his pupils. "So, what do you say?"

"I'm sorry. I'm probably going to kick myself in the morning, but I don't date guys on the rebound and I especially don't take my roommates' leavings. It's a stupid pride thing, I know, but that's the way I am."

"Not on the rebound." Shane straightened up. There was a definite hurt look in his eyes, but a moment later that sparkle of laughter returned. "Came back too quick, huh? Would you believe me when I said I'm not upset about Kat at all? I heard about her two-date rule and..." He sighed. "I actually was trying to talk to you for a long time, but with all the trouble over at Homespun and Mr. Randolph, and then everything else going on..." He tipped his Stetson back a little further on his head. "I kept calling here to talk to you, but somehow I kept ending up with Kat."

Bekka felt fluttery and hollow inside. Was Shane saying what she thought he was saying?

"Anyway, I was asking her what everybody was doing once the play was over, and she got all upset about canceling our date, and the next thing I knew, we were set for this morning." He grinned. "Can't tell you how relieved I was to see that bozo standing there, expecting to go on a date with her."

"Then why did you argue with him?" Bekka's mouth actually hurt from fighting not to grin. Her throat felt stiff with the effort of holding back her laughter.

"Total macho stupidity, y'know?" "Uh huh." She felt her self-control slipping, and that grin slipped out.

"Tell me something, would you?"

"Why does Kat only go on two dates?"

"Kat who?" Shane stretched out his arms, bracing himself in the doorframe instead of leaning against it.

Okay, she decided. That was exactly the right answer. She took a step backwards into the apartment, feeling her heart beating a little harder, a little faster, though she wasn't quite sure why.

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