Happy Passover and Happy Easter! May the message of these religious observances be manifested in the here and now - our loved ones spared from harm, a renewal of faith (in each other, in a higher power, in the universe), and finding a path forward to a better future.
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This week's snippet continues from last week. It's the fourth part of a get-together scene in my debut novel, Take Two. Sorry it's a few sentences over!
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And without further interruptions...
He held her gaze, serious and searching. Rachel looked away, afraid he would see the hope that was impossible for her to hide. He absently took a strand of her hair. His fingers grazed the side of her cheek and he leaned closer.
“Roger, stop it,” Rachel said, her voice almost breaking. “I don't understand. You're confusing me.”
“The confusion is mutual, love.” Roger kissed her, a soft, questioning touch of the lips. Fire zinged from the contact, making a beeline through her chest, down to her pelvis. She held her breath, not moving. Roger continued his kiss, a hand cupping the back of her head, nudging her closer to him.
This won’t last. He doesn’t love me.
Yet, she'd seen the raw panic in his eyes after he'd hauled her into the raft this afternoon, panic followed by profound relief.
But what if she were wrong? What if she'd seen only what she hoped—a reflection of what she felt?
Is their love real or fiction?
Rachel is a teacher and a single mom who’s picked up the pieces of her life after a horrible marriage. She’d thought her ex-husband was the man of her dreams. He wasn’t. She’s moved on and written a historical romance novel, Swashbuckler, that’s been picked up by Hollywood.
Roger is an actor who doesn’t trust women. He’s made bad choices in his past that have come to haunt him in the present, especially the choice that came packaged with blonde hair, large tits, and a marriage that was doomed from the start. Roger thought they were in love—turns out his wife was a social-climber more interested in his status than his heart. He doubts there is a woman alive who can love him for who he is, and not for his fame or for the fantasy he presents to the world.
Both Rachel and Roger have been burned by love, trusting a reality that turned out only to be fantasy. Will their fear succeed at keeping them apart? Or will they break through the barriers and allow themselves to love once again? After all, sometimes reality is much sweeter than fantasy.