In your own words, how would you describe your book?
Under the Moonlight is a story about a BDSM dominant, Liam, and his new submissive, Beccy. Liam coaxes her away from her reclusive life down to London and their relationship deepens. On a visit back to her hometown in the Lake District they begin to unravel startling family secrets. When bloody corpses are discovered, Liam questions Beccy’s sanity and his own, and they are dragged into a twisted, dark fairy tale going back centuries. At the same time, we follow the story of Tommy, who is trying to discover the truth behind his brother’s disappearance and the terrifying creature he’s certain is responsible.
What are some hashtags you’d use to draw readers in?
#Werewolves #DarkRomance #Passion #Thriller
What surprised you most when writing this book?
I always love it when characters take me on a journey I was never expecting, and this happened with Liam’s and Beccy’s relationship. It was fascinating researching and discovering the depth of love and trust that a dom and sub can have and the various rules of this type of relationship. Another thing that surprised me was the volume and variety of werewolf lore.
Can you tease us with the first few lines of your book?
Gravel crunched under Paul’s trainers. He flinched and froze in his tracks. Although the sound was swallowed by the persistent rustle of the cool wind through the dry grass, to Paul’s finely tuned ears it seemed as loud as a police siren. He waited for any tell-tale lights to come on in the farmhouse, silently cursing the homeowners for not paving their driveway.
Do you have any favorite werewolf characters?
I do love the grizzly comedy elements of An American Werewolf in London and the main character, David’s reactions to discovering he is a werewolf. David is the perfect blend of comedy and tragedy. His transformation into a werewolf is such a memorable moment for me.
And last but not least, what are some of your favorite movies dealing with magic?
I am a fan of the Harry Potter films, and also Hocus Pocus, The Craft and Practical Magic
Follow M W Brown down the skeleton-strewn path. The international bestselling author longs to lure you into her dark, twisted imagination, lock the door and wait for you to scream. Her love of all things supernatural and terrifying started at an early age. That love exploded when she discovered Steven King, Clive Barker, and Shirley Jackson. She devoured ghost stories, horror films, and dabbled in writing her own. Brown studied mathematics and psychology at university because there wasn’t a course in horror and found numbers and people can be just as terrifying. But it took her decades in finance to follow her true passion and realize her macabre imagination needed an outlet. Brown has penned Portraits in Flesh, The Lingering Taste of Salted Chocolate, and co-written The Broken Mirror Series, as well as over a dozen short stories.
In your own words, how would you describe your book?
The book is about a young woman who is obsessed with the idea of becoming internet famous. When presented with the opportunity to be a brand ambassador for a new horror subscription game, she is blinded to the fact that all may not be as it seems.
What are some hashtags you’d use to draw readers in?
This is why I am terrible on Instagram. Let me see, #dark, #creepy, #intense
What surprised you most when writing this book?
How much fun it was doing the research. That type of thing can be boring, but researching the codes and ciphers used in the game clues was really quite interesting.
Can you tease us with the first few lines of your book?
The sound of ringing phones echoed around the sprawling office space like a flock of birds singing the dawn chorus. The employees answering the calls wedged themselves into tiny cubicles that held little more than a desk and a chair. The only light in the office came from the overhead fluorescent lights, their bright glow casting an unnaturally brilliant sheen over an otherwise drab environment.
What inspired this story?
A couple of years ago, I purchased a horror subscription box for my daughter as a Christmas present. It was one of those ‘Hunt A Killer’ type deals where you had to solve clues in order to solve a mystery. I began to think about what it would be like if the game had real stakes. The story basically came from those initial thoughts.
Can you tell us what your favorite part of the book is?
The condo that the main characters live in is essentially the same layout as my home. There have been some rather spooky events that have taken place in our time here, which is not great when you have an imagination like mine. For a long time, I’ve had a rather unsettling image of someone coming up the stairs to our bedroom. I wrote that into the story, and I think it came out rather well. Using my kid’s names for the main characters was also fun. Just a little nod to how cool they both are.
And last but not least, what are some of your favorite dark or twisted movies?
I initially saw this story as subscription boxes meets Saw, so I would count the original Saw movie in here. They don’t get much more dark and twisted than Seven, though. I love that movie.
In your own words, how would you describe your book?
My book for the Possessed by Passion collection is called Driven by Desire. It’s a paranormal, dark romance about a heart and a house under reconstruction. It’s a contemporary story about Ashley Gage, who is a custom home reconstruction specialist who most often restores Victorian homes to their original luster. But through a ghost, Perry Lucier, she is haunted by in a home she purchases, the reader also steps back into 1920’s when some dreadful things happened in that home she loves.
What are some hashtags you’d use to draw readers in?
The amount of research I needed to do for the book surprised me. I know a lot about home construction because I’ve done plenty of that, so it wasn’t so much of that I needed to research, but I researched the 1920’s, ghosts, and the city of Nashua, New Hampshire, where the haunted house is located.
It was also surprising how much I truly enjoyed this story because of the various twists and turns it took me on. Never an outliner, I have a general story idea before I begin, but go with the natural progression of the story as it moves along during its creation. This one surprised me many times in delightful ways.
Can you tease us with the first few lines of your book?
“Ashley had put in sixteen hours on the job site working with her partner Rex Johnson and a crew of seven others because Dr. and Mrs. David Waller were due back from their honeymoon to Spain in two weeks. They wanted the renovations completed, the decorator to have finalized his work, and all the furnishings moved in and properly styled before they returned. Zachary Falcon couldn’t start bringing all the items he’d purchased and had warehoused for them until final polishing was complete. That day, Ashley and Rex and the crew of G & J’s Renovations had put the finishing touches on their makeover of the 1876 Victorian on Belmont Street, one of the most coveted old homes in Brattleboro, Vermont.
She loved her work. The satisfaction of bringing the fine all-wood carvings of the Victorian Era back to their original glory and of reviving tired, dry wood until it shined with a pop of energy that only the veins of real wood could reveal delighted her time after time. It never got old for Ashley Gage, who knew as a child that she wasn’t meant to be sitting behind a desk. She’d rather be moving all day long with a different challenge each day. Old home renovations offered her dream occupation, and she and Rex, a friend since high school, shared that love.
But the love waiting at home for her was Brody.”
What inspired this story?
When I was invited to join this limited-time collection and was told the stories could be paranormal or dark romance, I knew immediately I wanted a protagonist in love with a ghost, but my books always have twists. Since the set also allows for dark romance, I knew I wanted there to be a dark side to Ashley’s love interest. That’s as much as I needed for the creativity sparks to fly in my rather warped mind, I guess.
Can you tell us what your favorite part of the book is?
Ashley meets someone totally by chance. He’s a big, black man, who I modeled after Tyrus, a former WWE wrestler. Scenes with him are touching and fun. I always try to include humor in my stories.
And last but not least, what are some of your favorite movies dealing with hauntings?
I only have one, no other can touch it—Ghost with Patrick Swayze.
Thank you for this opportunity to speak with your readers. I hope they all pick up a copy of Possessed by Passion. How can they lose with twenty-one novels and novellas by USA Today and International Bestselling Authors for just 99 cents?
About the Author
Rita Delude, an international bestselling author, writes contemporary romance, YA romance about much more than love, paranormal, and horror/suspense. She has published Kaleidoscope, Baby Blues, and Adam’s Anguish, a three-part contemporary romance set in Escape, CO around Alice Glover and her quilting shop and family and friends who run it. She’s also published Catch.net and Caught in the Middle, a two-part series about finding love on the internet and keeping the flame burning after almost a decade of marriage. Sister’s Revenge is her horror/suspense read with Sweet Revenge the sequel to release in 2020. Dracula’s Choice is a paranormal 18+ romance by Delude. Bubble Gum Love, Lemon Yellow, and Lollipop Lure are her YA romances. In addition, For the Love of Lily, a historical romance, will release in 2020. She’s published short stories in numerous anthologies by multiple publishers. They are “Confessional Crimes” in Absolution “No Question” in Breakup or Makeup “Little Girl” in Art Inspires Words Book I “Left Out” in Art Inspires Words Book IV “Arresting” in TTYS “No Warrior Left Behind” in War Paint “Purgatory” in Insane Insomnia “Batman and Robin” in What’s Your Superpower? “Bridges Burned” in Vague Book “Bottom Feeder” in Catfish “Darcie Ditches Dunbarton” in Beyond Oz “Mad Milliner” in Beyond Wonderland “The Locket” in Bending Time “Happily Ever After” in Beyond the Mirror “Of Kitty and Girl” in Twisted Classics “At First Sight” in Craving: One Night “Schooling Sara” in Getting Schooled “Lily Lost” in Our Easter Nook “Christmas Sunshine” in Our Christmas Nook “Chance Meeting” in Accidental Attraction She has been a magazine writer and a newspaper columnist for decades. Delude holds a MFA in Writing. She is retired from her position as a full professor at Nashua Community College, Nashua, New Hampshire where she taught writing. She lives in New Hampshire, USA with her husband and their rescue dog, Daisy.
The fact that I’m able to write paranormal romance at all, this is out of my comfort zone.
Can you tease us with the first few lines of your book?
Miles appeared outside Forever More nightclub, simply appeared. One of the many perks of being a Balancer was having the power to appear and disappear as his strength allowed him to. Humans didn’t pay nearly enough attention to notice when Balancers suddenly appeared out of thin air, and they didn’t pay close attention to places like Forever More. In fact, magical wards placed around nightclubs, pubs, stripclubs and other ‘sin bins’ like Forever More made sure that humans steered clear of the supernatural gathering places, these Neutral Grounds where all supernatural beings could gather, regardless of alignment, to relax.
Neutral Grounds were blessed from so far high up that the magical wards prevented the use of magical powers once you crossed into them. Sure fist fights could break out here and there, but there was a strict no weapons policy, magic saw to that as well, so the guardians of the Neutral Grounds, the fallen angels charged with their upkeep, were the only ones armed and generally they were scary enough not to mess with.
What inspired this story?
A cover actually. I bought a cover from a designer and it inspired the story.
Can you tell us what your favorite part of the book is?
The ending, it’s such a cliffhanger 😊
And last but not least, what is one of your favorite passionate movies?
Definitely The Notebook!
About the Author
Born in South Africa, in the heart of Johannesburg, Sian Claven grew up with a vivid imagination. When she wasn’t immersing herself in books, she was actively creating her own stories.
At 29 years old, left to her own devices after her sister immigrated, Sian, wrote her first horror book Ensnared and dared to publish it under the guidance of indie authors Toni Cox and Ashleigh Giannaccaro.
Now she has released more than ten books including a thriller and sci-fi fantasy.
In 2019, Sian took up the challenge of publishing 11 books in 11 months.
Sian came second place in the First Annual Indie Awards for Favourite African Author.
Sian’s book, Sylvana, the final book in her Butcher series, made the Amazon top 100 best sellers list in several categories across three countries.
In her spare time, Sian is an avid Harry Potter fan, pop collector and Bingo addict. She resides in Johannesburg with her 2 best friends, their daughter, their 6 dogs and 2 cats.
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The apartment was up two flights of stairs. The party had started an hour ago. He arrived as quickly as he could after he received a text from David to stop by the liquor store for more beer. Always more beer.
Inside, he looked around. Not a bad crowd, he thought. Lots of faces he didn’t know. He took the beer to the kitchen and placed the two twelve packs in the fridge, but not before grabbing one for himself. He changed his mind when he noticed that they weren’t as cold as the ones that had been inside the fridge, so he took one of those instead. He felt a tap on his shoulder.
“Guess who?” asked a woman’s voice.
He had no idea. He turned around.
Shit. It was Sarah. David sister’s friend. Double shit. He had met her last time he went to one of David’s parties. Emily had come to drop off some food she made for his party, and Sarah had come with her. Emily had left, but Sarah had stayed and had thrown herself at him and it was not a pleasant experience. The girl could talk. She had him pinned down for two hours and she acted like she expected to see him again. He never called her. And now there she was. Damn it.
“Hey…” He pointed at her and smiled, beer in hand.
She hugged him. He did not hug back.
“Hi! I wasn’t sure if you were coming, but then I saw David arrive about ten minutes ago, and he mentioned you were on a beer run.”
How could he get rid of her? He needed to think of something fast. Just then, he saw a flash of short blonde curls coming into the kitchen, Emily. Save me, he thought as he looked at Emily, silently pleading her to help him.
“Yeah, it’s good to see you, too,” he said, still trying to think of a way out. He looked past Sarah at Emily and held her gaze.
“Do not leave my side. I haven’t talked to a lot of these people in a long time and I need a good wing man.”
“Oh, sorry. I, uh, I’m sort of seeing someone, so I won’t really be able to hang out with you.” It was a lie. Emily, who had heard, knew it, too. Sarah however, wasn’t even fazed.
“Oh, well that’s okay I mean, she’s not coming, is she?”
And that’s when Emily finally came in for the save. She had remembered how Sarah had gone on and on about him after meeting him. It was obvious now that he didn’t reciprocate those feelings.
“Yes. Hey, actually she’s just back there.” Emily came around to put her hand on his arm. “This guy here helped us move in. And I guess he and Elle really hit it off,” Emily said to Sarah. Then she looked back at him. “Actually, before you go over there, I was wondering if I could ask you to help open the window in my bedroom. It’s stuck and David hasn’t had a chance to try. And then I will let your date have you, I promise.”
“Sure.” What was happening?
Once they were inside of Emily’s room, he asked, “Okay, who’s Elle?”
“I’m sorry. I panicked. You needed a save. Fucking Sarah, she’s so persistent. You remember Elle. She’s my friend from high school. She’s been at the University of Maryland for two years. She’s the one in the graduation picture you like, from my parents’ house.”
He swallowed. He remembered the picture she was referring to. “She’s the one who’s moving back?”
Emily nodded, smiling.
He wasn’t surprised he didn’t know. David didn’t exactly talk about his sister or her friends very often. He thought this party was just because Emily had gotten a new place. Ordinarily he and David didn’t hang out with Emily and her friends, but David had wanted to come tonight and it wasn’t hard to convince the rest of the guys to come along, too.
“You can kill me later. I wasn’t planning on saying that. Let me text Elle. Wait, I’ll call her.”
He took a deep breath. “Well, anything is better than being stuck with your crazy friend. Unless Elle is another nut job. She’s not, right?” he asked, smiling.
Emily laughed. “No, Elle won’t bother you too much. She’s a little on the quiet side. Okay wait, let me call her. Also, I wasn’t kidding. The window really is stuck. Could you try?”
Emily pulled her phone out of the pocket and called Elle, who was in the living room.
“Okay, I had to save one of my brother’s friends. He was being hounded by Sarah. I don’t know why I invite her anymore. Anyway, really quickly, he told her he was seeing someone else, which is a total lie. And she still fucking tried to pounce on him because he wasn’t actually with his date, so I kind of told her that his date was here and that you were his, uh, date… Just made it work for one night. You don’t even have to hang together. He’s going to hang out with my brother anyway. Please. Please. Please. Be nice to him. He’s David’s best friend. Love you. Oh, and you met because he helped us move in here. We’re in my room right now, I’ll bring him right out.”
Meanwhile, he had gotten the window open.
“Thanks. Okay, so Elle will be fine. And she’s my best friend. So be like really nice.”
“At least it will be an interesting night.” They walked back out into the party.
“Elle, sorry I had to steal your beau. He got the window open!!!” Elle smiled and turned to look at both of them. The man was tall, a whole six inches taller than Elle. He had dark skin and dark hair. She wondered if her was Greek. He was definitely good looking. He had a long thin face with big dark, soft eyes. He politely kissed her on cheek. Elle couldn’t remember the last time a complete stranger kissed her on the cheek, but then again, he wasn’t supposed to be a complete stranger. They had to make it look like they had chemistry, but she was touched by the simple gesture nonetheless. He pushed his hair back, waiting for her next move.
Elle excused herself from the conversation she was having with an old friend and he led her to a quiet corner in the apartment. He leaned in close, his right hand brushing her hip ever so slightly. She was just as beautiful as he remembered from the picture at David’s house, except for the glasses. Elle normally wore contacts but couldn’t bear to wear them that day. She was still jet-lagged from her trip and her eyes felt dry. He took a sip of beer. She was definitely cute. Her dark brown hair was up in a ponytail. She was dressed casually in a pair of tight jeans and an old Bob Dylan shirt which fit her just right.
“I am so sorry about this,” he whispered into her ear.
Elle smiled. “It’s okay. It’s what Emily does. I’m used to it. So, where’s the girl we’re doing this for?”
He described her with his back to the room and Elle scanned the party.
“Shit, she’s looking in our direction, but pretending she’s not. Ooh, I know her. She went to our high school. God, I didn’t like her then.” He stayed close to her.
Elle put her hand on his chest. “If we are going to make this believable, we have to get out of here for a second. Let’s go outside.” She took his hand and led him to the balcony. Once outside, he gently backed her into the sliding glass door and leaned in. “This should look real enough,” he said. She smelled good, he thought.
“Easy, easy. Don’t give me bad rep. Everyone will think I’m super easy. I just met you,” she said softly, but she was smiling.
His lips hovered over her collarbone, coming ever so closely without actually doing anything. From the inside of the party, though, it didn’t look that way. The sheerness of the curtains made the illusion all too real. “I helped you move, so you didn’t just meet me,” he said.
Elle laughed. “No. Mary and Jordan helped us move. And they’re inside., I should text them to lie for us if it comes up.” Elle turned and headed for the bench. “C’mon, let’s sit down for a minute.”
She pulled out her phone and sat down, sending a group text to Jordan and Mary. “Okay, Jordan and Mary are up to speed.” Elle laughed to herself. “Wow, this is crazy.”
He sat down next to her and looked at Elle. She crossed her legs, suddenly self-conscious. Her body had reacted to him when he pushed her against the sliding glass door. He had been gentle, but the effect was a powerful one. It didn’t help that he was incredibly good-looking. He had that southern California look down. He seemed easy-going and looked great in the black T-shirt he was wearing and what she guessed must have been designer jeans and shoes.
“So, what are you going to do once you’re back?” he asked, breaking the ice.
Elle shrugged. “Get a job, go to school. You know, the norm.”
Emily knocked on the sliding glass door and joined them outside. “Elle, I just talked to David, so he’s knows now.”
“Okay. God, I haven’t even had a chance to say ‘hi’ to David yet. So, what’s the plan? I’m just supposed to lie to everyone in there because one girl couldn’t get her feelings hurt?” Elle asked, remembering David and what had transpired last time she saw him two years ago.
Emily glared at Elle.
He was quick to defend himself. “Whoa, hey. This wasn’t my idea. You can do what you want. You don’t have to help me. I’ll figure something out. Don’t worry about it.” He smiled a tight-lipped smile, left the two of them, and went back inside.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Emily asked once he was gone.
“I’m sorry. Shit.” Elle sighed. “I just got embarrassed when you mentioned David. We just got his friend involved in some crazy lie. And I’m tired and grumpy. I’m sorry.”
“Okay, I got his friend involved in a crazy lie, but it’s harmless. And no one cares. It’s not a big deal.” Emily sat down. “Elle, David’s friends are awesome. And that one…well, he likes you.”
Elle looked at Emily. “What are you talking about?”
“Elle…he likes you,” Emily said.
“How do you know that?”
“You know that picture of us on graduation day? The one where you have your robe in your arm and, you’re laughing?”
“What about it?”
“He looks at that picture a lot when he comes over my parents’ house. Last Christmas we all had a little bit too much to drink, and he asked me about it. He wanted to know who you were, where you were. I’ve seen him look at it like at least a dozen times.”
“How do you know he likes me? Maybe he likes you.”
“He does not like me. He’s never ever made a pass at me. And he can be on the tad outspoken side. Listen, he’s a good guy. My favorite of David’s friends. Didn’t you always want to date one of his friends anyway?”
She laughed. “When we were like sixteen!” Elle left out the fact that at one point, she had wanted to date David, but never told Emily.
“Well, wishes do come true. What do you think, anyway? Think he’s cute?”
Elle thought about his dark hair. The way it had tickled her neck when he was leaning in close. She thought about his dark eyes, his dark skin and wide smile.
“He’s definitely cute,” Elle said.
“Yay!” Emily clapped.
“Oh, Em. Don’t get your hopes up. I can’t do this right now. I literally just moved back.”
“Okay, okay, I know,” they were interrupted when David knocked on the sliding glass door. He waved then came out.
“Emily, something is going off in the kitchen.”
“Oh shit, the cookies.” She stood up and David took her place.
Elle’s heart pounded in her chest as she stood up for a hug.
“David, hi!” she said as he hugged her back. David towered over her at 6’3”. His straight dirty blond hair was still slightly long, but not as long as it had been when she had last seen him. Elle thought back to that incredible week they shared. She wondered if he ever thought about it. Seeing him smile then; after two years, wasn’t making her as nervous as she’d thought she’d be. She was thrilled to see him. While she had been attracted to him then, there was something about him that made him appear less gawky. He looked older. The shorter his hair was, the more grown up he looked. She loved the way his hair framed his face perfectly, especially when he looked down. In that moment, though, his big blue eyes smiled down at her.
“Hey Elle! It’s been such a long time. Hey, cool shirt. Wait, is that the one we got together?”
“Yeah, it is.” Elle cringed, wishing she had worn something else. She had put it on that morning when she found out David was coming. Then, she had thought it would be a good idea, celebratory somehow, but then she wondered if she looked like that same teenage girl who had tried to get his attention.
“I still have mine, too, except mine has a hole now. Too much use, I guess.” They sat down on the bench. She wasn’t sure what they’d talk about, she hadn’t spoken a word to him in two years.
“Hey David, I’m so sorry about your friend getting mixed up with Emily and me in this scheme. You know how Emily can get.”
David laughed. “It’s okay. I think she’s just making up for all the drama she’s missed since you were away.” He realized she didn’t know how to proceed with Elle. David smiled shyly. “Hey, listen, sorry I didn’t say ‘hello’ right away. Andy reined me in as soon as I got here. Word of advice, never get into a Marlon Brando/James Dean debate.”
Elle smiled politely, but didn’t know what he meant. She made a mental note to research the actors she had heard of later. Instead, she blurted out exactly what was on her mind.
“David, I also want to apologize for what happened the last time we saw each other.” David turned to look at Elle, she had a worried look on her face. “I am so embarrassed. The way I made it into more than it was.” She shook her head, remembering how foolish she had felt afterwards.
So much for breaking the ice, he thought. She went right into their past. “Oh hey, don’t be embarrassed. It was a long time ago.” He paused, searching her face. “But it was nice, you know? I’m glad we went through with it and we had that.” David looked down into his hands, his blond hair falling over his eyes. Truth was, he didn’t want her to apologize for it. No woman had looked at him the way she had, or had said anything close to what she had said to him two years before. He had brushed her off then, the idiot that he was. But what was he supposed to do? They were both going to be living on opposite ends of the country. But she was back, and he wanted to ask her out for a drink sometime, maybe start from square one. He wondered if she’d ever look at him that way again or if she’d ever hold onto him again, the way that she once had.
Elle peeled the sticker label off of her beer bottle. “I know we missed each other the last few times I came out. I asked Emily to invite you tonight, but I honestly wasn’t sure if you’d come.” It was time to put the past behind her, she thought.
“Hey, of course I’d come. Sorry about the entourage I brought with me. We just left a movie, and they wanted beer and free food, so they tagged along.” David loved his friends, but he wanted to figure out a way to escape them so he could talk to Elle properly. He figured he’d introduce her to everyone and casually make eye contact with her, starting with small moves to let her know he was interested. “Come on, let’s get back inside. I’ll introduce you to the gang.”
She followed him inside. She scanned the apartment, wanting to also apologize to his friend for how she acted. She decided to go along with the lie, and why not? It could be fun, and it was just for one night.
David led Elle back inside and back to his small group of friends.
“Elle, this is Andy.” Andy was the shortest of the four. He was 5’6” maybe 5’7”. He was wearing a punk band shirt over his broad body. Elle extended her hand to meet his. David continued with the introductions.
“This is Mark.” Elle shook his hand, too. He was the most preppy looking of the bunch, very handsome, with killer dimples and gorgeous espresso-colored skin.
“And this sexy bastard, well you already know him,” David said, laughing easily with his friends.
Elle blushed. She realized just then that she didn’t know the name of the friend she had been set up with.
“Hi everyone,” was all she managed to say. She held up a hand in an awkward greeting. How could she not have asked anyone his name? Sure, it had been a whirlwind of craziness since the moment he arrived, but that did not excuse the fact that she could have asked his name. Her heart started racing and she looked down at his beer and noticed that it was empty.
“More drinks, gentlemen?”
“Ah, gotta love this one. Welcome back, Elle.” David pulled her in for a side hug and held onto her. Elle smiled, remembering how she had grown up watching David pull his sister in for the same type of hug. While Elle was still embarrassed how she had acted, David didn’t hold a grudge, and she was feeling more and more at ease around him.
She went for David’s friend’s beer and they locked eyes for a second. He held on to his beer not wanting to give it up. She kept her hand on the bottle and their hands touched. His gaze was penetrating. Finally, he let go and smiled.
When she returned with four beers, David was pulled into a conversation with Andy. David took the beer Elle handed him, nodded to Andy as a way to end the conversation so he could talk to Elle, but Andy only got more heated.
“It’s the same exact storyline as the original. Couldn’t they come up with a different fucking plot line? You can literally do anything with superhero movies, I don’t get it.”
Elle looked David’s way, but didn’t want to interrupt, so she turned her attention to her new friend.
“Hey, I’m sorry about earlier. I’m jetlagged and grumpy from the lack of sleep. Anyway, I’ll do it. It’s not really a big deal.”
He shrugged. “It could be fun right?”
Elle smiled at him. “You know, I actually have no idea what your name is. We were never introduced.”
“Oh, this is good,” he said with a smile, then took a sip from his beer bottle.
Elle watched as Emily turned up the music across the room. Elle winced, not feeling in the mood for a party that night, even if it was for her. “Hey, can we take a walk somewhere for a bit?”
“Sure.” He looked around the apartment. More people were starting to arrive. Someone had just walked out onto the balcony to answer their phone. “Where?” he asked.
“How about your car?”
“Yeah,” he replied softly. He took his keys out of his pocket and took her hand.
“Hey, where you two off to?” David yelled playfully. Deep down he felt he was losing his chance.
“To make out,” his friend yelled back. The entire party heard. Elle bit her lip and blushed.
David smiled at his friend’s response, but couldn’t think of a single thing to do. He thought about how the rest of the night would play out. Those two would pretend to be seeing each other, but what if, just what if David lost her to his best friend?
Once they were through the door, Elle’s heart began to race. He was so incredibly handsome, and completely out of her league. “Where are you parked?” she asked.
“On the main street about a block away.”
“Hey, so I’m really sorry for being such an asshole,” she said as they walked towards the car. “It’s been a really long week, and this isn’t your fault.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
Elle laughed nervously. “I can’t believe I didn’t ask anyone what your name was. Okay, so what is it?” She stopped to look at him.
He laughed with her. “I am not telling you.”
“Because this is more fun.”
“I can just ask Emily. Or David. Someone is bound to say it out loud.”
“But that will ruin all the fun. Let me introduce myself to you, later. Properly, yeah?”
“Fine.” She had to admit, she was amused.
When they got to the car, he opened the door for her.
“So, what do you want to talk about?” he asked when he got inside.
“Oh, well I just wanted to get away for a second, really.” Elle said awkwardly, a silence hovering between them.
He nodded and looked out of the window on the driver’s side. “You know, ever since I’ve met you, I’ve been lying an awful lot,” he said matter-of-factly.
She smiled and straightened the hem of her shirt.
“How about we make one lie a truth?” he whispered.
She swallowed. It was so quiet in his car. She couldn’t hear a thing except for their breathing. She was sure they’d be able to hear her heart racing any second.
He leaned in closer and looked down at her lips.
“I don’t even know your name,” she whispered.
“Well, here goes your reputation,” he whispered before he kissed her. He put his other hand on her leg. She put her arm around him, while her other hand went up to his shoulder. His kiss went even further, deeper. She pulled back.
“Sorry, I got a little carried away,” he cleared his throat.
“It’s not that. I just…wow. You’re really good, that’s all.”
He smiled and went in for another kiss. Softer, this time. He placed a hand on her face. Her entire body melted into his arms. She wished they weren’t in his car at that moment.
“I kind of love that you don’t know my name right now,” he said, breathless, in-between kissing her.
“I kind of do, too.”
They kissed for a few minutes longer, before Elle pulled back again. She tucked her shirt down, suddenly self-conscious. She could feel how badly her body wanted him.
“Well, see. We’re not liars anymore, you and I,” he said.
He closed his eyes. “Wow. This was not what I was expecting to happen tonight. But I am definitely not complaining.”
“We should probably go back up.” she said awkwardly.
“Yeah, I’m gonna need a minute.”
Elle blushed. She didn’t want to look down at him as he adjusted himself quickly. Instead, she looked out the window. They were starting to fog up from the inside.
“I need to get something to eat. Do you guys have anything upstairs?” he asked, changing the subject.
“Yeah, I think Emily ordered some pizza for everyone. She ordered it for nine.”
“Oh good, I’m starving. I think the beer is getting to me.”
“Where do you live? Around here?” she asked, wanting to get to know him.
“About twenty minutes away.”
She nodded. “Did you grow up here?”
“In Los Angeles? I did.” He adjusted himself once more, then said “Okay, I think I’m ready.”
“But wait. Hold on.” He leaned over to her and kissed her once more on the lips, very quickly. “I just wanted to do that again.”
Her heart did somersaults.
The pizza had already arrived when they got back and the party was in full swing. Elle felt as if everyone could tell they had made out and she was okay with it. She couldn’t hide her smile and spent the rest of the night mingling with others.
A few times, she checked in with David and his friends. She looked at them from across the room. They stood out amongst Emily and her friends. They dressed a little older. Talked a little louder, had more opinions and seemed very intellectual. She walked over there a few times to make sure they had enough to drink and eat. Once, David’s friend pulled her down onto the sofa on top of him and kissed her quickly on the lips. All of David’s friends cheered. Elle blushed, she didn’t want to appear the easy type in front of David, but when she looked for him, David was nowhere to be seen.
In the kitchen, Emily found her brother, David, eating a slice of pizza. “Looks like those two hit it off.” She had a smirk on her face and was proud for setting them up.
“I thought they were just pretending to like each other,” David said, his mouth full.
“No, I think they actually like each other. Well, he has liked her for a while, actually.”
“What do you mean a while? He’s never met her before today.”
“He’s seen pictures of her.”
“Pictures?” he asked, confused. He thought back to the picture he kept of Elle in his bedroom, and wondered if his friend had meant that one.
“You know that picture of us downstairs at Mom and Dad’s? That’s the one he saw and trust me, David, he likes her,” Emily said, then asked him if he was still coming by the next day to help her Dad deliver the dining table.
David said he was, but was distracted. What if his sister was right? Then he’d most definitely lose his chance with Elle. A little while later, he joined the guys again and tried to act casual.
“Hey, so my sister actually managed to set you up, huh?” he asked his friend in question
“Yeah, call me crazy, but I think I’m actually gonna go for it.”
“As in tonight?”
“I don’t know. Probably. I mean, she’s cool. I could see myself asking her out in a couple of weeks. Let her get situated.”
“I don’t know. She is wearing a Bob Dylan shirt. Maybe she’s better suited for David.” Mark said. Everyone knew David was the Dylan fan.
“No way. David can’t date his sister’s best friend. That’s like some unwritten law. It would way get too weird. Plus, I mean, he could never come here. Sex would just be too awkward with his sister in the next room,” his friend replied, not having the slightest clue about how David felt about Elle.
David laughed, playing it off. Somewhere, deep inside, he knew they were right. It probably would get too weird. And what if he and Elle didn’t work out? What kind of toll would it take on him and his sister? Or Elle and his sister? They were too close for him to get in the middle of it. His friends were right, it was probably better he didn’t go after her.
A little later Elle decided to start cleaning up in the kitchen rather than having to do most of it the next day. Sarah, Emily’s friend, ran into Elle while she was cleaning and approached her.
“Hey, so congratulations on landing your new guy,” Sarah said spitefully, having had too much to drink.
“Oh, well, it’s just…” Elle shrugged. “It’s nothing yet.” She didn’t want to cause a scene and wasn’t the type to get jealous or get dramatic.
“He’s an asshole, you know? My guess is he won’t even call you. Maybe you should quit while you’re ahead.
“He’s definitely not an asshole,” she replied, defending him.
“You barely know him.”
“True. Which is why it’s nothing, yet.”
Elle continued to clean the counters, trying not to get mad.
“I bet he’s a lousy lay,” Sarah said.
“Excuse me?” Elle asked, putting the dishtowel down and turning to face Sarah. The nerve of this girl.
“In the sack, I bet he’s lousy.”
“Well, tomorrow morning I’ll keep you posted,” Elle said defiantly and smiled.
Sarah scoffed, said something under her breath and walked out.
What a bitch.
It was still early, and there were a still a lot of people around, but Elle was jetlagged, still on East Coast time. She was starting to get really tired and stifled a yawn. She had to get some sleep soon.
Just then Emily came in. “Hey hon, the kitchen looks great. Thank you.”
“Oh sure. Listen, I know you’re going to ask me about your brother’s friend. Do me a quick favor? We have this thing going on. You know, you never actually introduced him to me by name, so I have no idea what his name is. And so far, I haven’t accidentally heard it, even though Sarah came in and talked shit.”
“Oh my god, she talked shit?”
“Yeah, but don’t tell me his name, okay?”
Emily laughed. “Okay. Weirdos. But what did Sarah say?”
“She said he would probably be a lousy lay!”
“How the fuck would she know? Anyway, what did you say?”
“I told her I would let her know in the morning.”
“You did not?!”
“Of course, I did. Why are you friends with her, anyway?”
“I know. I need to do something about that.”
“Hey, so thanks for tonight.” Elle sighed. “It’s really great to be back. I’m super sleepy though. I feel so lame, but I am so tired.”
“It’s okay.” The two of them hugged. “And you’re welcome.”
Elle sleepily walked over to David and his friends. Her heartbeat had already started racing again on anticipating of saying goodnight to the one friend in particular, wondering if she’d ever see him again.
“I hate to say it, guys. But I can’t stay up anymore. I’m still on East Coast time.”
David and his friends drunkenly booed her.
“You’ve got to fight it,” Mark said.
“I have been fighting it,” Elle laughed.
She felt a hand find hers. Her “date” leaned in and whispered in her ear. “I’m not letting you walk in there by yourself,” he said, his words confident.
She nodded back at him. She felt the same way.
He started to say goodnight to everyone. Elle’s heart danced. She remembered the state of her bedroom and decided to warm him.
“Yeah, so…my stuff just got here yesterday. Everything is still in boxes except for the bed.”
“Lucky for us, that’s all we need,” he said. “Listen, I’m kidding. I get it. You’re tired. I was just kind of hoping for a private goodnight kiss. Maybe I’ll get a little daring and take off my shirt and go out to the bathroom or something for a little attention, though.”
She laughed as they walked into her room.
“Jesus, you weren’t kidding about these boxes. Did you live in a mansion before and now you’re trying to fit everything into one bedroom?” he joked.
She cringed. “I know. I read a lot, so I have a lot of books. I can’t seem to get rid of any. Not even my entire Goosebumps collection from when I was a kid.”
“Wow. I’d love to see it all when it’s all unpacked. Let me know if you need some help with all this stuff.” He peeked through a partially open box.
She nodded. He looked at her, took a deep breath, and brought her closer to him by putting his arms around her waist.
“Don’t worry, I won’t overstay my welcome. I really should stop drinking anyway. Would you mind if I just chill in here for a while? You can use my shoulder as a pillow,” he whispered.
“Not at all.” Elle turned away and stifled another yawn. She took him by the hand and led him to her bed. He leaned on top of her, hovering closely and came in for a soft kiss.
“Thank you for tonight. This is so much better than the alternative. They’re probably thinking we’re getting it on out there,” he said, nodding towards the closed door.
Elle laughed. “Probably.”
“Yeah, sorry about that. Your reputation and all. And to think, you’re in bed kissing a man whose name you don’t even know…wait, you don’t know it yet, do you?”
“Why don’t you finally tell me?”
“Well, not now.” He kissed her again.
After a few minutes, they heard a knock on the door. It was Emily. “Hey, can I come in?”
Adam adjusted his position but didn’t exactly get off of her. Instead, he leaned to one side so Elle could have a view of the door.
Emily opened the door. “Sorry. I thought you were alone.”
“It’s okay. What’s wrong?” Elle asked.
“Nothing, I just wanted to remind you that my brother and my Dad are coming tomorrow sometime around eleven or twelve to deliver the table. Wake me up if I’m asleep when they come.” She knew Elle would be up earlier than her since she was still on East Coast time.
“Oh yeah, I will.”
“Okay thanks. Goodnight,” and Emily winked at the both of them and closed the door. Outside she found her brother.
“Am I good or what?” she said to him. David did not ask her to elaborate on the details. He didn’t need to. It didn’t matter anymore.
Back inside Elle’s bedroom they continued where they had left off and kissed each other with more force and passion than they had before. Elle’s hands roamed underneath his shirt. She could feel her body ache for him and really wanted to do something about it, but this was nice, too. Maybe it was a good idea not to, especially if he was David’s friend. She continued to kiss him and to let her hands explore. She moaned softly as they kissed each other. She could tell he was hungry, hungry for her. Elle wrapped her legs around his body, and he put his hand underneath her back. She could feel him between her legs, despite the jeans they were both wearing. Elle wondered if she should take hers off but didn’t want to send the wrong message. Not that night.
As if he read her mind, he stopped gracefully and kissed her neck. “We should slow down, or else…” He knew she was tired, so he lay next to her and changed the subject. “I should go soon. You’re tired.”
She snuggled up closer to him instead. “Just stay and talk for a minute. I’m not that tired anymore.” She put her arm around him and they both continued to lie in her bed and talk. A minute turned into two hours. Their bodies were touching the whole time because of her twin bed. She loved how warm he was. He was good at making her laugh. He explained how he had met David and the rest of the guys. He was roommates with David at UCLA. David had gone for the music program, while Adam studied architecture and had a full-time job in his field. She told him about her last two years in Maryland. She asked him about his background. He told her that both of his parents were Hungarian, but he got his dark skin from his Mom’s side. He also told her that he was obsessed with the ocean. He learned how to surf as a teenager and he told her he would take her out to the beach one morning in the future. She was excited about that. He did get up to the restroom, once. He had taken off his shoes when he climbed into bed with her, but he had decided to keep his shirt on. The party was winding down, but he still managed to receive a few cheers from whomever was left. He looked around, but it looked like all of his friends had left. Those who remained were just Emily’s friends, and Elle’s, too.
When he returned, they talked for another thirty minutes. It was just past one in the morning when he said he would be okay to drive. The alcohol had worn off.
Elle put her arm across his chest and held on to him tightly.
He kissed her forehead. “Okay.”
Elle was asleep minutes later. He shifted in her bed, realized he wasn’t comfortable because he was still wearing his clothes and quietly took them off.
He thought about where the night had led him. The girl from the graduation picture. He fell asleep remembering what it was like to kiss her.
The next morning, when she awoke, he was fast asleep. She looked around for a clock, but she remembered it was still packed. She got on top of him and looked for her phone on the floor. Six a.m. Damn, too early. She went back over to her side of the bed and looked at him. She noticed he had taken off his shirt, and took a peek under the covers. She liked what she saw and smiled to herself. She put her arm around him and kissed his shoulder, careful not to wake him up. She tried going back to sleep.
Two hours later, he awoke and couldn’t remember where he was. He had a strange dream about boxes. And then he remembered why. He looked to his left and saw her there. Her legs were tangled around his. He smiled.
“Elle.” He touched her face.
He kissed her face awake.
“Elle. Wake up.”
“You’re adorable when you sleep,” he said.
“Okay, I’m awake.” She smiled at him sleepily. “Hi.”
Elle grabbed her coat from her desk chair, said goodnight to the janitor who was the only one left in her office building, and took one last look around trying to remember if she had forgotten anything.
Elle got into her car and contemplated her evening plans. She’d probably go home and make dinner for one, a glass or two of wine and maybe finish her Kerouac book. That sounded pretty darn good to her. Still, she was in the mood for something different tonight. Kerouac would always be waiting.
She turned up the music and drove through traffic to get home and changed into something that didn’t remind her of selling homes. She chose tight black pants with combat boots, a low-cut black blouse and reapplied some make-up, darker this time. Elle didn’t want to reel anyone in that night, she didn’t need to. In Los Angeles there were plenty of men to choose from, but they hadn’t been able to reel her in. No one had been able to except for David, and he was in Seattle right then. That didn’t do her any good. She had just wanted to get out of her apartment for the night, maybe have a drink or two, then go home. Nothing too wild.
Ten minutes later, Elle left her apartment feeling confident. She would take the long way to her favorite whiskey bar, through Laurel Canyon. She decided to bring some work with her, waiting for the night to settle in.
There was still traffic at that hour, but she didn’t mind. Elle loved the mountains surrounding her on Laurel Canyon. She loved the sharp turns, the steep climb, and the exciting descent as you got closer and closer to Hollywood. On a night like that, the cool breeze flirting with the loose strands of her hair, Elle felt like anything could happen.
It wasn’t easy finding parking near the bar, but she got lucky within a few minutes and found a spot directly across the street. She only had to circle the block once. The spot was small, but she silently thanked her Mini Cooper, it was just small enough for the spot she had found. Elle grabbed her work, her purse, and took one last look in the rear-view mirror. She saw sadness in her eyes and shook it off.
It was close to eight by the time she arrived. A local band was about to go on stage in a side room. She found a tiny table in a corner and actually felt foolish for bringing her work, so she didn’t dive into it right away. She would try and get a feel for the night first. When she walked up to the bar to order a drink, she saw a face in the crowd and was hit with a force of recognition so hard she couldn’t think for a moment.
That woman, her face. She was so familiar! Who was she?
The woman in question didn’t see her. Elle’s eyes followed her as she walked back to her group and suddenly, Elle remembered who she was. It hit her like a ton of bricks. That’s his wife. Elle said a silent prayer to herself. Please don’t let him be here. Not tonight. Not this night. There’s got to be a mistake. Maybe it’s just someone who looked like her. And then Elle realized that the gods were not with her this night, or if they were, they were not listening to her pleas. And there he stood, beer in hand. Adam. The couple were among friends, laughing and drinking all of them. Elle didn’t recognize the other people. Adam was laughing at something someone said, or probably something he had said, knowing Adam. And almost as if Elle herself had willed it, Adams eyes found hers. He did not react but took a swig from his beer instead. To the naked eye, no one would have noticed anything out of the ordinary. No one would have guessed that Elle and Adam had had a relationship that lasted five years, and that they used to fit one another like hand in glove. They would have probably gotten married. No one could have known that it had been a few years since they had last seen each other.
She thought about leaving. But, damn, he had already seen her. As much as she wanted to get the hell out of there, she knew that was immature.
No, she thought. Stay. She squared her shoulders and took a sip of her drink. Deep breath. She walked back to her table.
Elle could feel his eyes on her. Her heart raced . Adam and his wife lived in San Diego. She never, in a million years, expected to run into them on a night like that night, at one of her favorite spots. She felt a little guilty for her next action, but she decided to do it anyway. Elle checked his profile on a social media website she rarely used. She pulled up his page and noticed that his “Lives in” was changed from San Diego to Santa Monica. Elle’s heart started beating faster. What should she do? She had come to so many forks in the road with Adam. Elle thought back to their history and the heartbreak surrounding it. Some of it, Adam didn’t even know about. She swallowed. Shit, don’t think about it, she told herself. Everything is fine. It was years ago. You’ll be fine.
Elle took a deep breath and looked up from her phone. She really didn’t want to, but she thought that she should probably greet them. Put on a smile and walk over there, she prompted herself. Elle took her drink with her as a crutch and took a quick sip for bravery before she got to their table. She didn’t like the idea of trying to ignore them. Sooner or later their lives were going to probably mix in with hers again seeing as how they had recently moved back. Maybe. Then again, maybe not. Only one way to find out.
There were about seven people at their combined tables. His wife was immersed in conversation with another woman. She made eye contact with Elle as she approached and recognition lit her face, but only for a moment, then it passed as she continued her conversation.
Adam saw Elle approaching and excused himself from the group.
“Adam? Hi! I thought that was you,” She said, pretending to be happy to see him as they hugged. That second felt like an eternity. The familiarity of his body after all that time. Her hands were around his shoulders for mere seconds, but it brought back a wave of memories. Her mind flashed images of him on top of her. She could feel her face getting warm.
“Hey. What are you doing out here? This isn’t your scene, is it?” He laughed easily and genuinely looked happy to see her.
She smiled. He used to know me so well, she thought. “I think it has been for a few years now. The cafes started to get old.” She looked around the crowd and saw a punk rocker with green hair. She smiled. “These guys are way more interesting.” There was a pause. “What about you? I heard you got married! David showed me a few pictures; it looked lovely.” Elle gave him a fake smile. She had only seen one picture. It had been a picture of both Adam and David from that night. This was harder than she thought.
“Yeah, thank you. I know, it’s all going by so fast.”
“I know,” she agreed. “Hey, so what are you guys doing out here on a Thursday night of all nights?” She pretended she hadn’t checked her phone five seconds before coming over to their table. She took another swig of her drink, bracing herself to hear it out loud, coming from his lips. The same lips she has kissed over and over again.
“Anne and I moved back to the area a couple of weeks ago. It was time to come back,” he said seriously. He looked around the bar, and in a lighter tone, said “It’s good to be back. And who knows, you and I might even be able to get the old gang back together again.”
Shit. There is no way he could have possibly meant that.
“C’mon,” she smiled, playing it off. “It wouldn’t be the same without David.”
“Yeah, but he’s moving back soon.” He shrugged, as if it were that easy.
“It would be nice to see everyone again.” Elle wondered if she should tell him about David. How would he react to her dating his best friend? A stranger walked by and brushed her shoulder. No, break away, she told herself. “Well, it was crazy running into you, Adam. You look good. Congratulations on your marriage.” And he did look good. His hair was shorter, more in style. His dark brown skin looked great in a bright white dress shirt and his slacks were designer. He was as tan as ever, which meant he still frequented the beaches. She was surprised that he still found time to surf. She had always loved how put together he looked, even in their early years. He had a knack for always looking good.
She waved her drink at him in an awkward attempt to say goodbye, with a smile to match when Adam pointed to her drink. He hadn’t noticed her trying to break away, or so she thought.
“What are you drinking, anyway? What is this?” he asked. He had noticed her trying to make a break for it, but he didn’t want to let go of this unexpected moment in time.
They had shared drinks often during their relationship. He used to order a unique beer when they would go out and she would do the same. Sometimes they would swap, but even if they didn’t, they would always try each other’s drinks. It was a thing he had started on their first date. Each time, he would watch her as she brought his drink to her lips. The look he gave her never failed to send waves of electricity through her whole body. It never got old, it never ceased to excite her. The way he would look at her hungrily, it was so subtle. But it was there. No one else noticed it, Elle knew. But they both were both always aware.
That night, he took her glass and took a sip. He thought for a second. Then he took another sip, finishing it off. Elle couldn’t tell if he was doing it on purpose, or if he was just being the same Adam she had once fallen in love with all those years ago, bringing their lips together on the same piece of glass, both marveling at the intimacy of a shared drink like a kiss in disguise.
He made a face and handed her back her glass. “You’re sipping Fireball by itself?”
She took the empty glass from him and hugged it close to her, coming to its defense. “I happen to like it. And yes, I asked for it on the rocks, I can enjoy it this way. She looked down into her now empty glass. “Well, not anymore, it’s gone.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll get you another drink. A better one.” Oh, Adam was good. He quickly dispelled any and all awkwardness and filled it with charm and warmth. It was a talent of his. It was what drew her to him again and again.
“You don’t have to do that. I mean, I drank most of it anyway.” Also, you have a wife. But she didn’t say that out loud.
He shrugged. “Here, take my beer to hold you over.”
“I’m good, thanks,” she said with a smile she couldn’t hide. Damn him.
“Try it. I bet you it’s better than yours.” He watched as she put the bottle to her mouth. Her heart raced.
While she drank, she thought about his lips having been on this bottle. Sexual energy flowed through her system yet again as the beer went down, and her stomach fluttered and burned at once. The beer wasn’t ice cold, anymore. She could feel the warmth of the bottle where his hand had been. Adam’s hands. He used to know how to love her with those hands, she thought.
Elle smiled and held up the beer. “Well, I don’t know if it’s better, but it’s good. You’ve always had good taste in beer.” She wasn’t as good with the charm and the warmth. Especially now that she was starting to get a bit nervous and she could feel herself trembling. While she was finally over the break-up and had been for a while, seeing him that night was completely unexpected.
Adam smiled. He could tell she was trying to hide her nervousness. What she didn’t know was that she held his heart in that smile. And therein lay her charm. Her smile, casting its net around him without his consent, the way it had always done. He used to love nothing more than to try and make her smile, and he was good at it, too. Adam allowed himself to briefly take her in. She wore more makeup around her eyes than he was used to. Her face had thinned out making her look older, more sophisticated, her Italian features more prominent. She was more predator now than prey. Adam wondered if he had anything to do with that. He noticed how her light brown hair was now a little darker. He had always liked when she wore it down, and liked that it was now longer than he had ever seen it. Her large crooked nose that she had always hated suited her. She had finally grown into her looks, and she didn’t look like an adolescent anymore. Elle was almost thirty now, and he thought her new look suited her well. He had never seen her dressed in this rock and roll style. He thought she looked incredible.
“I’ll order something to your table. It’s my latest discovery. You’ll love it. And hey…” he looked at her, closely. They held each other’s gaze. She searched into his eyes wondering what he’d say, but whatever it was, he didn’t say it. Instead he said, “Good to see you. You look really good.” He sounded so casual.
She smiled and put her arms around him one last time. She patted him on the back in a friendly manner.
Elle walked away and took a swig of his beer. Back at her table she opened up her laptop and gave it a once over. Who was she kidding? She couldn’t work. A waiter came by with a drink for her. She looked for Adam with her eyes, to thank him. She spotted his group of friends, and his wife. But Adam had disappeared.
Elle took a sip of the new drink and wondered what it was. Heaven in a glass, that’s what. She would have to ask him later. She laughed to herself. When, later? As if it would become a regular thing. But then again, maybe it would. David would be moving back in six months. The two of them would possibly get together from time to time. Now, she was dating David. She still had time to figure it out all. She felt lucky to at least know what it was like to have been loved like that by Adam. She didn’t wonder if he still loved her now. She didn’t need to know. All that she knew was that he had and that he had once known her so well. Some people go through life never experiencing that. So, their timing was off. So what? She was lucky to have had the time at all, even with all the heart-break that followed. She still thought about it from time to time, her and Adam. A woman doesn’t forget something like that. And though the pain hadn’t faded from everything they had gone through, she had moved on. She was looking forward to her future with David, even though it was still new and long-distance. She had let Adam do the same with his new wife a long time ago.
At the end of the night, Elle was glad to have gone out. She had noticed that Adam eventually returned to his table, but he never once looked back in her direction. She decided to give Adam and his wife some privacy, so she moved to the bar with her back to them and struck up a conversation with the bartender in between his drink orders. When Elle walked to her car, she looked in the mirror and noticed she didn’t look tired anymore despite the late hour. The sadness was gone from her eyes.
When Elle got home, she changed into something comfortable to sleep in and picked up her Kerouac. She climbed into bed with it, not feeling lonely anymore. She had never even seen the note from Adam stuck underneath her windshield wiper asking her out for dinner. It had fallen off while she had driven away. He wouldn’t bring it up at the Thanksgiving dinner later that year either, though they talked about many other things.
Paramedic Chance Manning spots a young girl in trouble at an amusement park. Little does he know she will lead to the meeting of his dreams. Emily Pace, a school teacher with dreams of her own, is terrified at the sight of blood. Their chance meeting is just what she needs most. Will it end at the Ferris wheel or be a roller coaster ride of pleasure? Find out as Chance and Emily accidently meet.
How would you describe this book to your family and friends?
Risk-taking paramedic meets conservative school teacher, who find common ground to heal each other.
I love their meet-cute at the amusement park. What are some of your favorite rides at an amusement park?
I’m terrified of roller coasters, so I love them for the thrill. I also love those drop rides like the Tower of Terror.
What do you like to eat at an amusement park?
Cotton candy and candy apples—the red, juicy ones. I have a huge sweet tooth.
In this book, Chance works as a paramedic but works PT as a sky-diving instructor. I won’t give anything away, but how were you able to describe sky-diving in such detail? Have you done it before?
Never. I do a lot of research for my books, and you can find anything online. Plus my daughter has gone hundreds of times, so I fact checked with her.
How did you research Chance’s work as a paramedic? It was all so realistic!
My son’s best friend was a paramedic, my daughter dated one for several years, and I’ve, unfortunately, ridden in an ambulance, so I used things I learned from talking to paramedics I’ve known and research too. When I meet people, I ask they about their work because jobs and how people feel about the jobs they do fascinate me.
What surprised you when writing this book?
The baby issue. I won’t give it away. In many of my books, believe it or not, the character becomes so real to me that they “tell” me how they’re going to react to a circumstance rather than how I’m going to make them react.
I love your use of country music in this, and how cute that the dog is named after Dolly Parton. I can see that Emily’s a little bit country. How would you describe Chance to your readers?
He’s a strong man, who will bend for love, but not break on the things that are core to his essential being.
And lastly, because I am a film nerd, which is your favorite Dolly Parton film?
In the distant future, an ordinary girl from Mars has an extraordinary dream: to be the greatest bank robber the Galaxy has ever known! Experience Beth’s exciting journey first hand as she recounts how she overcame various obstacles and inconceivable odds to finally achieve her unlikely ambition.
In your own words, how would you pitch this to a studio if they were interested in turning this book into a film?
I would pitch it as a unique perspective on a heist movie, set in the future. It’s an underdog tale that revolves around a girl realising her lifelong ambition and going against all the doubters and obstacles that come her way.
What inspired you to write from a female’s point of view?
At the time, I had a few ideas in my head for the next book I wanted to write and I thought it would be interesting if one of them had a female protagonist as my previous books revolved around males. When I settled on the idea of doing a novel about a bank robbery, I thought it would be a cool challenge to not only have it revolve around a female protagonist, but to be told directly from her point of view as well. I think I made the right choice as normally when you think about this genre, you tend to associate it with men, but there’s no real reason why it should be that way.
The bank robbery is so fantastic and elaborate! How did you manage to research this?
In terms of the actual robbery, I wanted it to be refreshing. I didn’t want it to be too familiar to other stories that I had read/seen before so I just wanted to make sure it included certain factors (crew assembly, a hitch in the plan, an item that was introduced earlier that would prove to be helpful later, etc) I also thought back to stories I had read from other genres and how I always enjoyed the parts that focused on the ambition/preparation aspect.
I love all the characters in this book. Who was your favorite? (Because everyone is amazing, you can pick more than one!!)
Ooh, that’s a tough one. In terms of writing, I would say that The Interloper was my favourite. I enjoyed constructing his persona from the ground up.
Which demographic are you hoping to reach out to? I felt like this could be YA, but it could also be so many others. What do you think?
I’m hoping to reach out to an audience aged 13 and upwards. The themes covered in the novel aren’t too explicit and I think people of that age would enjoy the different types of characters within it.
What surprised you the most while writing this book?
I was surprised by how long I managed to get the planning section of the heist to go. It was important to me that the foundation to the heist had enough time to do it justice and allow for an interesting enough build up so the reader can feel satisfied with the main event.
I love how genuine and loveable each character/criminal is, which is hard to do. Great job at making each one relatable and likeable! They’re criminals, but there’s a heart to each and everyone of them. What was that process like for you?
It was very important for me to highlight the flaws/virtues of the characters involved. This goes double for the main character, Beth. I wanted the reader to realise that her illegal ambition didn’t necessarily come from a place of malice. The team consists of genuine people with genuine feelings and dreams. It was really fun for me to explore the ramifications of these qualities.
What inspired you to come up with the name for the book?
I wanted a title that highlights how the main character views herself as an underdog, yet strives for greatness anyway. Beth is well aware of how society sees her and what expectations they have of her. She owns that and uses it as fuel for her ambition.
Lastly, because I am a film nerd, I have to ask, what are some of your favorite movies?
The Star Wars franchise will always be my favourite, without a doubt. Other favourite films of mine include Marvel movies, The Fifth Element and Sword of the Stranger.
About the Author
My name is Nathan Burton and I am an author from Northolt in West London. I am mainly a sci-fi writer, due to my love of shows and movies such as The Fifth Element, Star Wars and Doctor Who. However, my writing is also influenced by love of anime and comic books, particularly ones created by Marvel.
I’ve been writing since I started Sixth Form and hope to continue writing for years to come. It’s always satisfying to see a storyline come together and observe a world beginning to form from the contents of my imagination!
Nothing can hold Bismark back. A free spirit with a touch of trouble, she lives to see it all. When she meets up with a man whose past is dark and twisted, Bismark makes it her job to save him and together they hit the road. Can Bismark save Damon or will he be what finally breaks her?
The title of your book is Breaking Bismark. As you explain, Bismark is a nickname given to her because of her favorite donut. I had to look it up when I was reading it, and I’m not even sure I’ve ever had one. I have had a Boston Cream, but now I wonder how they’re similar. What inspired you to pick such a unique and cool name for your character?
This is my real life favorite donut and I thought a tough character like her needed a name that would stand out. Bismark was unique enough that I thought it would work.
Damon is a kind, but troubled man. Before meeting Bismark, what do you think he was like?
Damon had a very troubled past. Not feeling like he was worth much, he ran through life without getting close to anyone. If he kept his distance, he couldn’t get hurt again.
Bismark and Damon hit the road together. Has this ever been something you’ve wanted to do? Have you done it before?
I would love to travel more. There are so many sights I want to see and so many things I would love to do. I actually have a list of the places I want to visit someday. I think packing up a motorhome and going away for a week would be the perfect trip. I don’t think I could do it the way they did though. I need to know where I am heading.
How did Bismark’s wild and fun character come to fruition? Are there any similarities between the two of you?
Bismark is the side of me I wish I had the courage to let out. She is spunky, brave and says what’s on her mind.
She goes with the flow of life and even when she has been knocked down, she stands right back up taller than before. I think that is the part we have in common. Tear us down, we rebuild even better.
What surprised you about Breaking Bismark as you were writing it?
How attached I got to her. I wasn’t ready for her story to be done. I also had two endings for this story and wasn’t sure until I got there which way I was going to end it.
What can we expect next from Olivia Marie?
This is a big one. I have so many projects lined. up for the next two years. A few of the ones I am really looking forward to is Labradors of Love for the Pet Shop Series, Bad Seedling, Dead Rising, The Forgotten Asylum, and German Rhythm.
I have two co write coming out with Erin Lee and one with Rena Marin.
I also have Misfit Traveler, Altered Love, Lunar Prowl and Reunions on preorder right now.
About the Author
Olivia Marie has a passion for books and animals. She lives in the central Midwest with her husband and two rescue dogs. She spends her free time reading, writing, listening to music and enjoying the outdoors with her family.