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For this snippet, I'm continuing the scene from where we left off. Please, please give me feedback as this was really hard to write. Is the tension appropriate? Is the writing clear? And whatever else you can think of... ;-) This scene is towards the end of the book. Rachel's young daughter, was in a car accident a few days earlier and is in a medically induced coma. Roger had called Rachel the night before and told her he wasn't able to come and be with her.
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Rachel finally stepped aside, uncertainty warring with need. And then he held her, enfolding her in his arms. She stiffened, protecting her heart from the warmth his presence provided. But he was unyielding, bracing her tightly against him, battering her senses with his strength. Without her consent, her body relaxed against Roger, reaching out for comfort. Her purse dropped to the floor.
“I'm sorry, Ray,” his deep voice whispered in her ear. “Todd called me. I know Angela has a wee bit more than just a few scrapes.”
“You know Todd—my friend? Your agent let him know what was going on.”
Damn her. Why did Mona have to go and tell him that? Then again, her blabbing was clearly what had brought Roger to her door. He caressed her back, and she melted even more. Maybe him being here wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
Roger reached up and caressed her hair. He then kissed the top of her head and pulled back. “We need to talk.”
Rachel swayed in the sudden emptiness of being alone. “About?” She hesitated to even ask. “Talks” usually took energy, something she didn’t have enough of. All she wanted was go to the hospital to be with Angela.
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.
Rodger 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 blond hair, large tits, and a marriage that was doomed from the start. Rodger 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 Rodger 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.