Showing posts with label Sneak Peeks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sneak Peeks. Show all posts

Friday, March 31, 2017

Therapy

The wishes I have are simple.
The hopes I have are not new.
The things I have seen are not unheard of.
The faith I have has been betrayed.
My trust has not gone untested.
My heart has been broken.
But my eyes do see things.
My ears do hear.
My ways may be different.
My insight difficult to hear.
But I do know one thing.
It must be heard.

Friday, March 24, 2017

Chapter 4 (Except From "Things We Left Unsaid")




4



Paint Day
Humming she bent down slowly. The pregnancy slowed everything down. She was using a knife to open the can of buttercream paint she brought last week. Today was paint day and nothing was going to stop her.
Not even her pregnant protruding belly. They were going to do everything themselves. Taylor insisted she and Ian be the ones to decorate the rooms their child would sleep in. It was what expectant parents did. It was a bonding opportunity for the both of them.
Plus it was fun watching Ian struggle with figuring out how to work most of the tools. Used to paying others to decorate his home. Ian did not have a clue where to start.
Most of her morning had been spent directing him on how to properly prime the walls and place the painters tape. Carefully placing the paint top on the ground she bit her lip in concentration.
“Are you sure you want to paint the room yellow,” Ian asked for the fiftieth time.
Taylor smiled and looked over her shoulder. Shirtless, Ian looked sexy as he walked into the room wearing only sweat pants and carrying a cup of coffee. Because she refused to know the sex of the baby, he had been pushing for more gender-neutral colors.
“It is not yellow. It is buttercream.”
“Right, buttercream.”
Taylor picked up the paintbrush beside her and stirred the paint. “We chose a zoo theme. The buttercream will brighten the entire room.”
As he took a sip of his coffee, Ian walked over to her and slipped his hand over hers. Gently taking the paintbrush from her.
“You did most of the priming. I will do this. The last thing we need is this baby coming early because you can’t sit still.”
“Dee says I am nesting.”
“And I am all for it, but how about I take my turn?”
Taylor rolled her eyes and sat back as she gently rubbed her abdomen. In three more weeks she would finally be able to see her toes again.
The paint covers on their floor crinkled beneath her as Ian handed her his cup. She held it up to her nose and breathed deep.
“You have a serious problem.”
“It smells so good,” Taylor moaned longingly and settled onto the floor.
Oh caffeine… How she missed thee? She had given up coffee, sushi, hard liquor, red meat, and heels. Taylor practically lived in yoga pants and loose flowing blouses.
Ian only drank his coffee black. So simple. So plain. But she would take it. She would take anything at this point.
She liked her coffee with just a drop of creamer. No sugar. Or honey. Just creamer to make it just a little brown. Ian poured the paint into a pan and dipped his brush in.
Taylor sat back to watched her husband’s first attempt at painting. Licking her lips, she watched as the muscles in his back rippled. She really was a lucky girl, Taylor thought playfully.
The baby kicked causing Taylor to chuckle. “Keep up the good work and I will have to think up some type of prize.”
Ian laughed. The deep tenor of his voice sent spark of lust through her spin. Lately when she wasn’t thinking about food, she was thinking about sex. Her mind would spin off into these wild fantasies about Ian and herself sans the sixty pound she’d gained carrying their child.
Shaking her had she cocked her head to the side and studied the room. Because they weren’t sure about the baby’s gender. Taylor had opted for a gender-neutral room. Lots of non-specific gender colors.
“I still think we should paint a mural from a scene in the book “Where The Wild Things Are”,” Taylor wondered aloud.
“You are going to give the kid nightmares.”
“My kid is going to be fearless,” Taylor denied.
Ian dipped the brush back in the paint. “Fearless, huh?”
Taylor nodded. “Of course, with me as his or her mom. What else could he or she be?”
“Just you, huh?” Ian grinned over his shoulder.
Taylor caught his intense dark grey eyes. She could see the love and desire there. Ambling to her feet, Taylor had long given up looking like the graceful pregnant lady. She walked over to him and slipped her arms around his waist.
Kissing his shoulder blade before she laid her head on his shoulder. Taylor breathed in his scent.
“I am sure you will help too.”
*          *          *
There was an insistent buzz in his ears. Once Taylor dropped her bomb, Ian could not think or hear. He forgot everything and insisted she take him to Saint.
His son.
He had a son. Saint was currently sitting in Taylor’s lap and explaining to her the importance of a puppy in his life. Taylor was listening with an indulgent smile. They were seated on the cream leather sofa across from him.
Ian could hardly believe what he was seeing. The boy was smiling as he faced his mother. His curly hair looked brown beneath the sunlight streaming in through the main window of Taylor’s living room.
Saint had not paid much attention to him since their introduction. His campaign for a dog was not superseded by his curiosity over the stranger his mom brought home.
“The puppy can sleep on my bed. And Deedee and I can walk him. And feed him.”
Taylor rubbed his back as she sighed as she talked to him patiently. “Puppies like space. Living in our apartment would be torture for a puppy.”
“Piper has a dog. And she lives across the hall,” Saint pointed out.
“Piper’s dog is tiny,” Taylor reasoned.
Ian stared at the picture the two of them presented. Taylor had walked away from their marriage with enough money to by five homes and a small boat. Instead she lived in a small three-bedroom apartment.
From what he’d seen, Taylor drove a four-door sedan and did not dress in designer clothes. She’d never been a big spender. Because of the way she grew up, Taylor was practically allergic to what she considered to be wasteful spending.
“Mom,” Saint exclaimed placing his hand on Taylor’s cheek, “a boy needs a dog. Its man’s best friend.”
Taylor bit her lip in an effort not to laugh. “Okay”
Holding up her hands in surrender, Taylor nodded and smiled down at the boy. “How about this? If you stay out of trouble for a week with both Deedee and I. I will start looking for a dog.”
The toothy grin on his son’s face made Ian want to run out and buy a dog. The kid was perfect and he was health. The kid was his.




Friday, February 17, 2017

The Proposal – (Wintr's Homecoming Novella)

It is not what he says, but the way that he says it.

We are not perfect. I am not perfect. But he makes me feel faultless.

      Jinx slowly lifted the zipper of her skirt and tucked her silk yellow blouse in. It was date night and Dominic was taking her somewhere special. She smiled as she bent foreword to take in her reflection. She had gathered her curls into a high pineapple bun and purposely curled her bangs to frame her face. The “V” of her shirt showcased her breasts without reveling too much.
      Breathing deeply Jinx began to hum beneath her breath. Loving someone as much as she loved him should have sent her running. It had in the beginning. But the time he invested in building the trust between them eased the worst of her fears.
      A year ago she had been a happy single. Dominic had been a part of a past she never wanted to remember. His reappearance sparked a change. Love and adventure rushed in to shake things up, and wake her from the quiet cycle of life she had been stuck in.
      “You look beautiful.”
      The deep rumble of his voice spread warmth through her. She picked up her pearl earrings and turned towards him, a smile spread across her lips. Dominic wore a fitted black Karl Lagerfeld suit. Her mouth watered at the sight of those cleans lines and the way the arms molded to his biceps. She was a lucky girl.
      “You are looking pretty handsome yourself.”
      Dominic’s grey eyes glinted as he approached her, a satisfied smirk on his lips. Jinx slipped on her earrings as she met him halfway. His hand slipped onto the small of her back as he bent his head forward to kiss her lips. Jinx fell into his embrace with an eagerness she used to resent.
      Dominic had burrowed so deeply under her skin she could not explain where he began and she ended. When he pulled back she placed her hands on his neck and caressed the line of his jaw softly.
      “I love you with everything I have.”
      Dominic pushed at the collar of her blouse to revel their mated mark. “I love you with everything we have.”
****
      Dominic placed his hand onto Jinx’s knee as they crossed the bridge out of the city. She leaned back and turned to face him. It had been a crazy year. So many things had changed. They had been tested and every near miss brought them closer together. Their connection was so much more then he ever thought it would be.
      Jinx had no idea what he was planning. He wanted it that way. Otherwise she would find an excuse to avoid it. She did not like sudden changes. He had to ease her into things. Streetlights flicked over her truffle brown skin. Highlighting her high cheekbones and almond shaped eyes. She bit plump cashmere brown lips and placed her hand over his.
      This was his future, and present.
****
      Dominic drove through the gates of a manor. Jinx frowned as she looked around. They were forty minutes out of the city. She thought they were going to dinner at an out of the way restaurant. Instead he had brought her here. Trees lined the graveled road they drove down.
       “Where are we?”
      Dominic said nothing as he pulled into a circular drive and stopped the car. He got out and Jinx's mind started racing as she looked out of her window. Dominic pulled her door open. Even in the dark Jinx could see the elaborate design of the manor. It had tall archways and columns.
      Jinx faltered at the sight of hundreds of lit candles and strewn rose petals. A table with an emerald green tablecloth and covered plates sat at the entrance of the home. Her breath caught in her throat as Dominic stepped in front of her and lowered himself onto a single knee.
Her brain stopped functioning. This wasn’t happening. They agreed a wedding was unnecessary. The thought of the ceremony sent her into a panic. They were already pretty much stuck with each other. No one was going anywhere. But to take that final step seemed too much for her to deal with. As irrational as that was.
      He pulled a dark blue box out of his pocket and held it up. Jinx’s hands clenched as she fought the urge to reach out and touch it. Her heartbeat pumped hard. This was not happening. She was home. Sleeping. Dreaming.     
      “You are opinionated. Stubborn. And often more then I can handle.”
      Jinx chuckled even as she stared down at the tiny object in his hand. It wasn’t a ring. He is messing with her. He had to be.
      “But I love you. I love our life together and want to continue the future we are building,” Dominic continued as he opened the ring box to revel an amber set gold ring.
      Jinx knees weakened and she pitched forward slightly. Dominic pulled the ring out and took her left hand in his. This was happening. He was proposing and Jinx could not move. She did not know where to go.
      “You used to be afraid I would leave first. I used to be terrified something would happen to send running further then ever before. I am sure you are looking for the nearest exit even now.”
      “Then why are you doing this,” Jinx exclaimed finally able to say something.
      “Because allowing fear to guide us will only cause regret. We deserve better,” Dominic slipped the ring onto her finger then turned her hand palm up to pressed a kiss there.
      “Marry me.”
      “That is not a question.”
      Dominic stood up and stepped closer to her. His hands settled onto her waist as he looked down at her. Love radiated off of him. Jinx placed her hand over his heart as she stared into his grey eyes.
      “I am not asking you. I have learned by now that giving you an option in these matters usually ends in you getting your way.”
Jinx smiled wryly and looked at the ring. At its very center was a dragonfly stuck in mid flight. Its wings fully spread. The ring fit her. It was not too big or ordinary.
      “I am not the best with orders either.”
      “You follow them more often then you don’t,” Dominic replied as he slid a hand up the side of her rib cage then slipped it under her chin.
      He tilted her face up and bent forwards to kiss the tip of her nose then pressed his forehead to hers. “Marry me. Marry me and I promise the years we have together will be filled with more good things then bad.”

Jen A. Durand
Author of The Secrets, Lies, and Betrayal Series and The Virgins Club, www.Durandpublishing.net

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