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Mondays are for Excerpts

15 Sep

HIDDEN HEART– Excerpt

Cristian stopped laughing then put a hand on top of hers, squeezing it. “Don’t be too hard on yourself. What’s done is done. I’m assuming you had a good reason for getting drunk and I’m actually glad you called me—even though it wasn’t for the right reason.”

Tessa sighed, feeling remorse and sadness. “I need to know: did I . . . did we?”

“Have sex?” Cristian finished her sentence when she couldn’t. “No, we didn’t.” He looked at her with sad eyes and pressed his lips tight.

“Thank goodness!” she exclaimed. A sigh of relief escaped Tessa, then she saw his face go pale, and hurried to say, “Cristian, please don’t get me wrong, I didn’t mean it that way.”

He tried to walk away, but she grabbed his wrist, forcing him to stop, and looking deep into his blue eyes she said, “You’re one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met. You’ve been my friend now during a period of my life when I couldn’t trust anyone. With your candor, your patience, your sense of humor, your passion, you helped me learn how to let people back into my life. I wish I could give you what you want, but I can’t.”

Tessa sighed and swallowed the lump that formed in her throat. “Yesterday was one of those days I’ll probably remember for the rest of my life. I was driving to see my therapist and this young man jumped out of nowhere in front of my car and I got out and saw him on the ground. Then another driver came and when I asked for help he said the kid was pretending and I should kick him aside, get in my car and drive away because I was blocking the traffic.

“Then he kicked my car and began insulting me. I was taking all that abuse while people crowded around us to see the scene and . . . something I don’t know what, made me stand up and follow the man back to his car and I . . . I hit him in his crotch.”

“He insulted you and hit your car? You hit him?” Cristian stared at her with incredulous eyes.

“Yeah. I hit him. I hit him for the teenager hurting on the ground, for all the women that are out there taking the kind of abuse we take when men think that we can’t drive, or all we know how to do is whore around. I’m so sick of this mentality. Maybe that’s why I want so desperately to have this event we’re working on so we can change something. Why do people have to be so hateful? Why is there a need for so much abuse?”

Cristian pulled her up and wiped off her tears with his thumbs. His face came down to her, as if he wanted to kiss her, then abruptly he hugged her and rocked her side to side.

The embrace felt warm. Tessa closed her eyes and let Cristian rock her—it felt good. He held her for a while, resting his chin atop her head.

“You don’t stop amazing me. I wonder if there are stores around that sell armor, or something,” Cristian said after a while, and when she didn’t say anything, he looked down at her and said, “You know, for protection?”

Tessa pinched his arm then said, “Keep teasing, then no armor will protect you from me.”

“So.” Cristian titled his head. “Are you going to tell me why you need a therapist?”

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The Queen of Laundry hits the Jackpot

3 Nov

I had to post this quickly in between loads of laundry (yes, authors do their laundry in case you wondered…)

A long time ago I made this rule for my family that, if I find money in their pockets when I’m the queen of laundry (usually at the end of the week), I’ll keep it, be it $ .1 or $100. They agreed with a smirk on their faces, probably thinking it ain’t gonna happened.

I mostly find tissues or gum wraps, sometime a few coins or $1.00 the most, and I have to admit it’s discouraging. But today I hit the jackpot: $10.00.

To all my fellow women out there doing laundry I wish you all a jackpot if not bigger than mine, at least of equal value. You will feel like a real queen of laundry.

XOXO

Many go out for wool and come home shorn

1 Apr

I woke up this morning with a clear plan, pinning all items on my to-do-list: between loads of laundry, cooking and groceries shopping I’d answer e-mails, compose new posts for the blog and continue on the short story I have an upcoming deadline for. I had the energy of a locomotive freshly loaded with coals and nothing could stop me.

Back home in Romania we have a saying, which translated into English might not sound as interesting as in my native tongue, but I found something similar: Many go out for wool and come home shorn. The first change to the plan came in the morning when Patrick asked me if I want to go to B&N and hang out. Are you kidding me? No emails or mountains of laundry could stop me from doing  just that. So off we went. Shortly my niece joined us. I couldn’t been happier. By the time 2pm rolled in and Patrick needed to be at work I didn’t even look over my emails–everything could wait, my spending time with my son and niece no way!

While cooking dinner, my sister called and asked if I’m in the mood to go for a walk, maybe have a cup of tea together. Sure, I said. Emails, posts, chapters–oh, well. All can wait–my spending time with my sister doesn’t. I still have two loads of laundry, and now finally sit at the computer.

In looking back I could’ve not ask for a better day. And how was yours?

Ready

29 Jan

My virtual book tour for A World Apart begins tomorrow, January 30th. I should’ve gotten a mani and pedi. I should’ve had my hair done. I should’ve gone shopping for new outfits, after all I need to make a great impression. I should’ve packed a few suitcases for all the places I’ll be visiting.

Instead I’ve gone tile shopping with my husband. I went to Sam’s club for groceries. Went to Fry’s for even more groceries. In the way home I stopped to fill up my car. Did three loads of laundry. Played with my dog. Cooked three meals for my family. Drove my son to/from work.

I’m excited and ready. I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. Now, where are my glasses?