I posted all about my cover reveal in my previous post and then forgot to post the cover!
I found what I think is the perfect image for this. From the model to the background to the dog tags, it was perfect. Coming Home isn't a military romance as such, but the impact of the Hero having served is to come during the series. It was also a bit of a nod to my father, who died in March. He served 30 years in the New Zealand army in various capacities and the cause of his death was partially due to his service.
So a big thanks (again) to CJC photography and BT Urruela for taking the perfect photo in the perfect place. Part of the story involves an old garage, and in my head I pictured something like this:
I had this image of an old, maybe concrete building, the windows all boarded up. So the background was bang on as far as my imagination went. :D
This story is doing my head in a little. It's not like any of my Ariadne books and there are some quite dark moments in flashbacks.
I love it!
Yesterday, I shared my cover for my next book, Coming Home. This is something new for me. I'll be publishing under the name Wendy Smith (my real name), and this is a very different type of story.
My bigger vision for this series is that it's a series about a family who live in a small town. The town holds secrets, and so does the family. Each of the sons will have their own book, in which one of those secrets will be revealed.
The first book is about Adam and Lily. Adam is kind of the black sheep of the family. He and Lily fell in love as teenagers and were going to be married. Only, on their wedding day, Lily is nowhere to be found and the broken-hearted Adam is ushered out of town and goes to stay with friends of his parents, later joining the military.
The story is about his eventual return to town when he discovers his mother has cancer. Not everyone is happy to see him, and things aren't quite adding up.
This is different in that there are some flashback scenes that are quite dark. Otherwise, it's a second chance romance, and I adore those.
I'm looking forward to sharing. :D
When I wrote In a Lifetime, the scene I pictured to kickstart it was the first chapter. Guy spots girl that he'd really like to know at party. He's a nice guy so when someone needs help he sets that aside to get them home, only to return to his best friend and said girl getting to know each other in an intimate way.
That was it. I didn't know where it was going, or what a ride I'd end up on writing it.
I don't know why infertility became the thing that put strain on Ella and Sam's marriage. Perhaps because there seems to be so many people out there struggling and trying their best to work through it. Including close friends of mine.
I never thought of myself as lucky. My own pregnancies were straight forward, even when I was diagnosed while pregnant with my first child with PCOS. If anything it made me more aware of what was going on around me, seeing friends and family struggle to get pregnant, go through IVF, try to get in to IVF, go through multiple miscarriages and ectopic pregnancies. And that was just among people I knew.
So, Ella struggled with infertility, and after I published the book I became aware that someone very close to me was going through the same thing. I had no idea. It's not a thing that gets talked about a lot. For this reason, the book became even more personal to me and when it came to Vanessa's book, I wanted to try to retain some sameness even if the story was different.
In a Heartbeat is about Vanessa suffering a miscarriage and how she deals (or doesn't deal) with it. It's reasonably early in the pregnancy, but it has lasting effects on her and impacts everything else in her life. Including her happy relationship with Connor. Where Ella was open and emotional about her fertility issues, Vanessa keeps everything close to her chest. The sisters have so much in common, but are so different. Their close relationship really shines through in his book.
Of all the books I've written, this series has become the most precious to me. I think because the situations depicted are so real and human. All I can hope is that I did Vanessa's story justice because I love her so much.
I can't wait to share it. :)
I'm working through edits, but couldn't wait to share!!
Blood. So much blood.
I dealt with blood every day of the week as a doctor. This was different. That disconnect I felt when dealing with bleeding patients was gone when it was me doing the bleeding.
My baby was gone. The baby I’d never wanted in the first place.
Connor squeezed my hand. “Deep breaths, babe. Let’s just see what the doctor says.”
“I am a doctor.” I pulled my hand away, glaring at him, and immediately my stomach clenched. None of this was Connor’s fault.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, and slid my hand back in his. None of this was fair. Not when he’d been so happy. This was my fault. I’d been the reluctant one, the scared one, the one who hadn’t wanted children. At least not yet.
Being qualified was still new to me. The last thing I wanted was a baby. I was in the first year working as a junior doctor in a hospital, still learning while I worked out what I wanted to specialise in. Those two lines on that pregnancy test had changed everything.
For four weeks, we’d known I was pregnant. Connor’s excitement had slowly rubbed off on me, and I’d fallen in love with the idea, fallen even more in love with Connor. He would be the best father my baby could have.
Now, the dream was over. I didn’t need another doctor to tell me.
Connor leaned over and kissed my temple. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You’re scared. So am I. I just need to know you’re okay.”
Beautiful, sensitive Connor. So good for me, and too good for me. There were times when I didn’t know how he put up with me and my moods. I’d never been one of those happy-clappy optimistic people. I left that for my sister, Ella. I was the one who had the resting bitch face. Connor loved me anyway.
“Miss Brown, sorry for the wait, I …” A familiar voice came through the door. “Holy shit, Vanessa. What’s going on?”
“How many Vanessa Browns do you know?” There it was again—that snarky tone I couldn’t seem to help but use when stressed. It wasn’t his fault, Brown wasn’t exactly an uncommon surname.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t click. Tell me what’s happening.” Doctor Will Clay stood by my bed. We’d gone through university together, graduated together, and were both now in our first year of working as junior doctors in the hospital.
“I’m losing my baby.”
He leaned forward. “I didn’t know you were pregnant.”
“No one did. We haven’t hit the twelve-week mark yet.”
Will nodded. “Are you okay with me examining you?”
I leaned back and stared at the sterile white ceiling. “I know you have to.”
“I can get a female doctor.”
I looked back at him, fixing him with as steely a glare as I could muster. “And wait another half hour?”
He licked his lips, flicking a nervous gaze between Connor and I. “Right.”
“Just get it over with.”
I went back to staring at the ceiling as Will was as gentle as he could be. I couldn’t fault him, but tears rolled down my cheeks, and Connor squeezed my hand again in response.
“I’ll get you an ultrasound to confirm.” He spoke so softly, but the way he said the words didn’t make this any less painful. My baby was gone.
“You already know what’s going on, Vanessa,” Will said softly. “And from what I can see, it’s nearly over. How far along were you?”
“About eight weeks.”
He nodded. “I’ll just give radiology a call, and I’ll take you up there myself. I think I’m due a break.”
My eyes welled as I looked at him. I kept my focus on Will, too scared to look at Connor and the pain I knew would be written all over his face.
“Please,” I whispered, as Will picked up my other hand and squeezed it.
“I’ll take care of you. Both of you.”
Warm tears rolled down my cheeks as he let go of my hand and disappeared out of the room to make his call. Despite my natural inclination for snark, I had a good bedside manner because I cared. Will, however, seemed so much more caring than I was. Of all the doctors to get, I couldn’t have asked for any better.
“I’m sorry, babe.” Connor leaned over, kissing my temple.
“It’s not your fault.”
“I know, but I hate seeing you like this. Love you, Ness.”
“Love you too,” I whispered, closing my eyes.
Through it all, Connor was by my side, and when we finally got home and I broke down, he held me in his arms and rocked me.
“My heart hurts,” I whispered.
“So does mine. I love you so much. None of this is fair.” He led me to the bathroom, and twisted the mixer for the shower, checking the water until it ran at the right temperature before stripping me down. I stood, motionless, letting him do what he needed to.
He stripped off too, and guided me into the shower. I closed my eyes as the warm water covered me, and Connor picked up a cloth and gently washed me off. What I ever did to deserve him, I’d never know, but his kindness brought the tears back.
“It’ll be okay, Ness. Let’s go to bed and sleep and maybe things will be a bit better in the morning.”
“I’m so empty,” I whispered.
Connor cupped my face in his hands. “I don’t know what you’re going through, but I’m here, and I’ll always be here.”
I nodded. I knew he meant the words, but everything felt hollow now. It was amazing how in such a short time your world could be flipped on its head. A few weeks ago, I might not have felt so strongly. Now, it seemed like I’d lost everything, and I didn’t know how to start myself again.
I stepped into the bedroom, a towel wrapped around me. Connor plucked a pair of panties from my bedside cabinet and helped me dry off as I stood still.
“Here we go.” He slipped my nightgown over my head, and I stepped into my underwear. Connor reached to pull them up, but I put my hand out and stopped him.
“Anything for you.”
I shuffled around the bed, my underwear around my ankles, and opened my bedside cabinet again. Pulling my panties up, I slid a sanitary pad in.
Connor blushed as I looked back at him. “Of course. Sorry.”
“You don’t have anything to be sorry about.”
He peeled down the sheets on the bed, and I lay down as he pulled on some underpants and slipped in beside me.
I had no more tears left, at least not tonight, with exhaustion overwhelming me. It was so good to be back in my own bed, but at the same time, the last time I’d slept here, I still had my baby inside me.
Connor wrapped his arm loosely around my waist. “Do you need anything else?”
My baby back?
“No. I just need some sleep.”
I rolled toward him, snuggling up as his grip tightened. This was my comfort, the boy I loved more than anything, the man who was my heart. It wasn’t his fault my heart seemed so empty. If anyone could fill it again, it was Connor.
My eyes didn’t want to open in the morning. I couldn’t blame them; it had been a late night, and I didn’t particularly want to get out of bed. At the same time, I needed my life to get back to normal.
I yawned, and rolled over, opening one eye to look at the alarm clock. It was 10.03 a.m.
“What the hell? My shift started at eight.” I sat up and dropped my feet to the floor.
Connor’s hand landed on my back. “I turned off your alarm clock.”
“You did what?”
“I called your work and told them you wouldn’t be in.”
I looked over my shoulder and glared at him. “I didn’t ask you to do that.”
“I know, but last night was exhausting. I figured you could do with the rest.”
Pulling away, I stood and turned. “You had no right to do that. How is that going to look, my boyfriend calling in sick for me?”
He smiled. “They were so good about it. Said for you to take your time.”
“I can’t believe that you would do that. I’ve never missed a day of work sick. Ever.”
The last thing I wanted to do was sit around. I’d worked so hard for what I had achieved, was proud of my perfect work record. Not to mention that the only way I knew to get rid of the nagging misery in my head was to think about something else.
My relationship with Connor had bloomed at the time when I had come to Auckland to study, and he knew how serious I was about my career. My father had wanted me to be a vet, but then again, he hadn’t done what his father wanted, and instead had followed in his grandfather’s footsteps on the farm.
I had never been much of a people person, but I cared much more than I ever usually let on. On the job training also kept me learning, which I loved.
Stuck at home, I wouldn’t be learning anything.
“No, you haven’t. So you have plenty of leave to use.” Connor’s words snapped me back to the present and irritated me further. I was the one who should decide that.
“I don’t want to stay home. I want to get back to normal.”
“You need to give it time, babe. Last night was a huge thing for you to deal with.”
I buried my face in my hands, letting out a growl. “I need to deal with it my way.”
“Want me to be with you?”
Sighing, I shook my head. “No, I’ll be fine.”
With nothing else to do but crawl back into bed, that was exactly what I did. All my motivation had gone. Between the staff who saw me in the department last night, and Connor’s phone call the word would have spread, and everyone would know my personal business. Maybe if I stayed away for a while, it’d die down.
I buried myself under the covers, Connor kissing the top of my head through the sheet as he left. Closing my eyes, I drifted back to sleep.
Sleep wasn’t easy, dreams full of blood and sadness, stabbing at my heart as it broke all over again. And the guilt, the overwhelming guilt of knowing that I hadn’t wanted to be pregnant in the first place.
I woke to the sound of the front door closing and raised my head to look at the bedside clock. It wasn’t even midday.
“Connor?” I called.
“Babe, I told them at work what had happened and they sent me home. I’ll just work from here.” He stood in the bedroom doorway. “Want anything?”
“No. I thought I was going to get some time alone.” I knew I was being irrational how him being here irritated me, but if I wasn’t distracted by work I needed to be alone. To grieve and hurt alone.
His eyebrows crept up. “You wanted to go to work this morning.”
“I just need space, Connor.” I pulled the sheet over my head again.
“I’ll be out in the living room if you need anything. I’ll leave you to it.”
He means well.
I buried myself in my bed, trying to shut out the noise from the television.
One day at a time.
Here's a post I never thought I'd write.
In a Lifetime was supposed to be a standalone. But a couple of things happened that stopped that.
When I sent it to my editor, one of her comments was that it was a great series starter. The other thing that turned it into a series was me falling completely and utterly in love with the characters.
The book ended, and I wanted to know what happened with Finn. Did he find out the truth about his parentage? Could they ever become one big happy family, dealing with the aftermath of the events of In a Lifetime?
Besides, I wanted to write more Vanessa. The much younger, snarky sister of Ella, she deserved a whole book to herself. So, I decided to write one.
Then, to fill the gap, I wrote In an Instant. This isn't essential to read between the two books, but I loved writing my favourite characters, their love for each other, and their love for their family.
In a Heartbeat is Vanessa's story. Her story is similar to Ella's in that there is love and loss, heartache and triumph. At her core is that snarky girl, but she's older and trying to be more responsible.
What also surprised me were the comments requesting more Sam. Readers wanted him to have some resolution, or to find out what happened to him. I really tossed up writing a book for him because there are some things that can't be forgiven, and I'd already faced a backlash writing Andrew's redemption book in the Friends series. People still comment that they don't want to read that because of Andrew's actions in Loving Rowan.
Despite this, once the seed was planted, I couldn't get the idea out of my head. So, I decided to compromise with myself. I want to see how Finn's relationship with Sam plays out, and how he handles finding out the truth about his father. Plus, I have what I think is an amazing story for him. He's older, more mature and has had his love life on hold since everything blew up in his face.
So, In the End will be out first quarter of 2017. It's Sam's story, but it's also Finn's. Of all the characters I love, I think he deserves a happy ending too. ;)
I started this as a Facebook post, but it got too long. :D
I just sent Unexpected to the lovely Lauren for editing. This was a tough book. I had to get my head back into the Friends series after In a Lifetime, which was hard. Then, I'd made allowances for my trip to Australia knowing I wouldn't get that much done.
What I didn't account for was my dad's health declining so quickly. We've lived with his various illnesses all my life. He was exposed to chemicals in Vietnam (good ol' Agent Orange), and after my youngest sister was born, he had glandular fever which the doctors say made things worse. After that he developed CFS which left him tired, and when he was up and about, he had continuous pins and needles in his legs.
When I was 19, he had a series of heart attacks, followed by a minor stroke after which he drove himself to the hospital rather than bother my mum. And then he was diagnosed with emphysema.
Emphysema is a cruel disease. It slowly takes away your capacity for breathing until you struggle just to get some air in your lungs. When Dad discovered the internet, he also from searching, found a drug that was being trialled and managed to get on it. The difference in him was incredible.
However, nothing lasts forever, and about a month ago he was taken to hospital having trouble breathing. After this, it seemed nothing would make him better, and to cut a long story short, my father died yesterday, aged 74.
There's a scene in Unexpected that I drew on my own experiences of one of his illnesses.
Unexpected is dedicated to my dad. Despite his failing health, he was one of my biggest supporters, and although we lived in different cities, I'll miss him terribly.
The sample has gone up on iBooks for In an Instant, so for those without iBooks, here it is. :D
This is still undergoing final editing and proofreading.
Stop reading if you haven't read In a Lifetime, as this contains spoilers!
I groaned, rolling over to hit the ‘off’ button on the alarm clock. Four a.m.
Ella stirred beside me, and I slid my arm across her chest.
“Sam,” she whispered.
I froze. What the hell was this about? “Ella?”
“Don’t.” She rolled onto her back, her eyes still closed, and I scanned her features as best I could in the moonlit room. She shook her head. Years ago I read that you shouldn’t wake someone in the middle of a dream, so I held her tight instead.
She stilled. “Matt?” Her eyes flickered open.
“Hey. You were dreaming.”
“Sam took Finn away.” She gasped between words. The sound of her struggling not to cry broke my heart.
“Baby, Sam will never take Finn away. You know that.”
“I know, but it was so real.” Tears rolled down her cheeks, and I wiped them away with my fingers, kissing her temple.
“Is this the first dream you’ve had like this?”
She shook her head. “No. I’ve had a few.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Ella shrugged, and I stroked her cheek with my thumb.
“I thought we weren’t going to keep anything from one another.”
She rolled to her side, facing me, and I bent my head, brushing her lips with mine. “I need to know what’s going on in your head,” I whispered.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to worry you. It’s nothing.”
I rested my hand on her hair, pushing wayward locks back off her face. “Ella, I’ll always worry. You’re my one.”
Her lips curled into a smile, and she snuggled up to me. “I know. You’re my one, too.”
I loved this woman with all my heart and soul. Having her next to me each and every night warmed me to the depths of my being.
She’d taken to sleeping in one of my shirts when she was pregnant with Finn, and never stopped. As much as I loved her naked, it drove me crazy seeing her in it, and the soft fabric pressed against my bare chest stirred the rest of my body awake.
“I want you to promise me that you won’t worry about it. Sam knows where we are to talk to us, and one day maybe he’ll want to be part of Finn’s life. But you and me are it for Finn, and Sam knows that. If he wants to be part of Finn’s life, it’ll be on our terms.” I planted a kiss on her nose, reaching over her to flick on the bedside lamp.
Ella squinted as the soft light filled the room, but now I could see her properly, make sure she really was okay.
“You’re right.” She sighed.
“I’m always right.”
Her throaty laugh filled the room, her voice still a little husky from sleep. I loved her so much like this.
I licked my lips. “So … uh … there’s still about fifteen minutes or so before I have to go out for milking.”
“And?” One of her eyebrows crept up, but the smile in her eyes told me she knew exactly what I was meaning. “You are terrible, Matt Carver. So early in the morning.”
“With you, it’s all times of the day. Not just in the morning.”
I wriggled out of her grasp, moving down to kiss her thigh. “You’re overdressed.”
“I’m only wearing a shirt.”
I slid my hand up her leg, pausing at the apex where her thighs met. “If I’d known you weren’t wearing underwear, I would never have let you sleep.”
Our life together was perfection, and there was no better start to the day than being buried between the thighs of the woman I loved more than life itself.
My soul mate.
Up until the point I met Ella, I wouldn’t have believed in any of that crap, but the connection I had with this woman was magical. We were meant to be together.
Her father usually took care of the cows, and I got longer in bed, but he and Ella’s mother had recently gone on their first real holiday in years. They were currently on a cruise ship somewhere around Australia. For the next week, I’d have to leave the soft, warm bed I shared with my wife and shiver down the path to the cowshed every morning.
I slipped back into my underwear and grabbed a shirt from the drawer near the bed. I’d have a shower when I returned. There was no point doing so now when I was only going out to get dirty.
Ella’s father, Eric, had employed a part-time farm hand who helped in the mornings with the cows. I was grateful for his assistance. It wasn’t exactly my favourite thing to do, but needed to be done.
The herd wasn’t huge; Eric had about fifty cows at the most. He provided milk to a small cheese factory nearby, and sometimes we were given the end result of his hard work. Despite my best efforts, I’d gained a few kilograms since moving.
“I’ll be glad when Dad’s back and I get to snuggle with you for a bit longer.” Ella smiled. All I wanted to do was to climb back into bed with her, but if I did that, I’d never get back out of it. I pulled on my jeans instead.
“I’ll get going. See you when I’m finished.” I kissed her once more. She cupped my face, pressing her lips back to mine.
I left the house with a song in my heart, the recent memory of our bodies pressed together bringing a smile to my lips.
Oh yes, life was good.
The morning turned out to be a mess. Instead of crawling back early to my warm bed with my wife, I ended up repairing some fencing as some unexpected woolly guests ended up in the wrong paddock. It wasn’t a big gap, but enough that I spent the next four hours fixing the problem and rounding up the escapees. In the distance I saw Ella, hanging out the laundry on the clothesline, the kids running in circles around her.
I knew she loved every minute of it.
Later, when they were in bed, she would tell me the stories of how they drove her crazy, alternating between playing and fighting. Every day was an adventure for the three of them, and I loved seeing them all so happy. The best feeling in the world was coming in from a hard day’s work to a chorus of “Daddy” and holding my precious children in my arms.
Ella turned, laughing as she caught Georgia in her arms, spinning her. The sound carried on the breeze toward me, music to my ears.
She spotted me, waving and holding Georgia’s hand in the air. At the sight of me, my little girl waved, and soon all three of them were calling out, their arms gesturing wildly. Ella reached for Finn, and he slid his hand into hers.
It must be close to eleven o’clock. Both the children had naps around now.
“Matt, the sheep are all sorted. Want me to do anything else?” Liam, the part-timer and also Vanessa’s ex boyfriend, stood behind me.
“I think we’re good. Thanks for helping with those damn things. They’ll be the death of me.”
He grinned. “Mr Brown will be back soon enough to take care of them. You know how much he loves it.”
I shook my head, laughing. “I’ll always remember the first time I came here. The sheep were the first thing he showed me.”
“I bet. I’ll catch you tomorrow, then.”
He stalked toward his car. Most mornings, he’d ask if I’d heard from Vanessa lately. They’d broken up before she moved to Auckland for university. While she’d moved on and was living with her boyfriend, Connor, Liam was obviously a little hung up on her still.
That rusty old bucket of bolts he drove started with a shudder, and I shook my head again as he drove away, the dust kicking up from under the car tyres.
I turned back to the house. The kids would be asleep by now if they had followed their usual routine, and Ella and I would have an hour or two uninterrupted before we all had lunch together.
I’d almost made it back when the sound of gravel crunching under tyres made me turn. Who on earth was that?
An unfamiliar silver sedan drew closer, pulling up in the grass about twenty metres away. The driver’s door opened, and a tall, dark-haired man climbed out and walked toward me.
I narrowed my eyes at the sight of him. Not only had I missed out on climbing back into bed with my wife this morning, the last person I wanted to see had arrived.
“Hey, Matt.” Sam smiled, like nothing had ever happened. The last time we’d spoken was my wedding day, when he’d admitted to working out Finn was his and told me to take care of him.
There was only one thing he could want.
“Sam.” It was hard to be polite to the man who had broken Ella’s heart. But then, if he hadn’t, would we be here at all?
“I’m sorry for just dropping in. I thought if I called, you’d tell me where to go. Hell, you still could.”
I nodded. This shouldn’t hurt as much as it did, but it was difficult to see him without remembering all the time we’d spent together. From two young boys starting school through to two grown men graduating university together, we’d been inseparable.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
“I had to see him.”
I didn’t have to ask who he was talking about. If it wasn’t me, there was only one ‘he’ Sam could mean. Finn.
“You can’t just turn up like this. How do you think Ella’s going to take it?”
He took a step closer. “I’ve thought of nothing else. If she doesn’t want me to see him, I’ll get in my car and drive away. I promise.”
That just made things even harder. I couldn’t be angry at him being unreasonable when he wasn’t.
“Sam, I can’t even begin to know how Ella is going to take you being here.”
He licked his lips, the corners of his mouth turning up into a smile. “I understand. I thought it was time I took a chance. I’m not surprised to find you living here, either. You liked this place so much.”
I swallowed. Hard. I’d turned my back on him when he’d hurt Ella so badly, but there had always been a part of me that missed Sam. He’d been like my brother.
“We love being here. It’s a good place to raise the children.”
He grinned. “I bet it is. I was never a fan of the country, but I can see it’s doing you the world of good. You’re looking pretty well taken care of.”
“If you’re trying to say I’m out of shape, that’s far from the case.” I laughed, before the realisation that I’d just slipped back into that friendly banter I’d always shared with him slapped me in the face.
“I bet, Mr Fitness. No, I mean you’re looking well. Ella does a great job of looking after the people she loves.” His voice cracked. He’d thrown all that away, and it was something I would never take for granted.
“Look, I’ll go and talk to Ella. If she tells me she doesn’t want anything to do with you …”
“I’ll leave it for a while and try again another day. I don’t want to hurt either of you. I just want to see him.”
I let out a loud breath, torn about all of this. We’d always known Sam would come looking for Finn one day. Finn had been with me since the day he was born, and I couldn’t imagine my life without him as my son. I was the one he called Dad, the one he came to when he skinned his knees, the one who read to him as he drifted off to sleep.
Finn was mine as much as Ella’s and Sam’s.
“I don’t want to disrupt your relationship with him. You know of all the people on this planet, there’s no one else I’d want raising him. It’s my own fault I wasn’t there.”
My mouth was so dry, and I found myself unable to form any other words in that moment. We’d been so close in the past; no matter how far apart we’d been, we just knew one another so well.
“I’ll be back shortly. Wait here and one or both of us will be out.” I turned toward the house.
“I’m not just here for Finn, Matt. I miss us.”
I stopped, closing my eyes. Until that moment, I’d thought nothing could break down my dislike of him. Before Ella, before all the bad things, I’d loved him. Now, his words raked across the edges of my nerves, pressing on that tiny bit of feeling I still had. Deep down, I missed us, too.
Sam had been by my side through all the good times and the bad. Right up until the moment when he’d crossed the line and hurt the woman we both loved.
“I know you, and I know how much you feel all that emotional shit. You’ve missed me too. Admit it.”
Fighting the urge to just walk away, I looked back over my shoulder. “I’m not admitting anything. I’ll go and talk to my wife, and maybe you can say your piece to her. That’s all you’re getting from me.”
As I reached the door, I closed my eyes. Ella and her dreams. Of all the days for him to turn up, it had to be the same day she’d dreamed of this moment.
How the hell was she going to react?
This year has been crazy.
I could write a big long blog post about it, but instead, I'll share this with you.
This excerpt is from the next book in the Friends series, Unexpected.
Unedited and subject to change. :D Merry Christmas!!
“It’s not often we see a young lady accompanied by her father to antenatal classes. It’s so nice that you have the support.”
Neil gripped my hand, but all I could do was grin before giving into the giggles. I turned, burying my face in his chest as his own chest began to move with laughter. What else was there to do?
When I turned back, Brenda looked between us, uncertainty all over her face.
“Neil’s my partner,” I said, snorting as I laughed again.
Her jaw dropped, and she slapped her hand across her mouth, clearly mortified at her error. “I’m so sorry, Nicola. I just assumed …”
“It happens all the time. No one can believe she’s so lucky to score an older guy like me.” Neil said the words completely straight faced, and I slapped his arm.
Brenda shuffled on her feet, forcing a smile. “Just make yourselves comfortable. The class should start soon.”
We joined a small group already sat on a bunch of chairs in the centre of the room, Neil leaning back and slipping his arm around my shoulders protectively.
“Should I call you Dad?” I whispered.
His eyes widened. “Don’t you dare. That’s just wrong.”
All that did was make me giggle more, not helped by the curious stares we were now getting.
“Stop it, young lady.” He tried his hardest to sound stern, but I couldn’t breathe for laughing, and I gripped his arm, shaking my head.
“You are incorrigible.” I sucked in some air, trying to stabilise myself as he leaned in and nuzzled just below my ear.
“I believe that’s what landed us here in the first place,” he murmured. Damn it. With my hormones going into overload, I would have done him there and then in the middle of the antenatal class. But that’d have to wait until later.
I was thinking today about putting up the first, unedited chapter of In a Lifetime to read, and just got a little push. ;)
So, for Aubrie, and anyone else who's interested ...
It was one of those nights.
A house full of people at various stages of intoxication. Some had coupled up, some chatted up others, some danced, some sang karaoke.
Speaking of which, for the love of all things holy, doesn’t anyone know all the words to The Final Countdown?
My best friend, Sam, and I had a party at the end of every semester, and every semester it ended up more work than the time before. Maybe it was the fact that we were fast approaching graduation, and this would soon be something we left behind. Outwardly, this was something cool and exciting we did to let off steam. Inwardly, I couldn’t wait to see the back of them.
However, this was our last one, the last time we’d be students, so for one final time I decided to grin and bear it. I had to admit that despite knowing what the clean up would be like in the morning, this was just fun.
Even if it was my turn to stay sober.
Our first party had ended in near disaster, a drunken student curling up in our garden despite the cold weather and falling asleep. When she ended up in hospital, Sam and I decided that we’d take turns staying sober, watching over our guests to make sure that nothing bad happened to anyone.
It sucked to be the sober one. But on the upside, no one had hurt themselves since. It still did everyone good to be able to let off some steam.
People packed our living room,. Most I knew to various degrees, some I didn’t. There were always people who just tagged along.
Sam sat on the couch, his arm around some lovely little brunette, his tongue so far down her throat he must’ve been searching for something. It never took Sam long to find someone to make out with. Me? I’ve always taken my time.
And then I saw her. Sitting in the corner, all alone. Her dark hair hung in big curls, framing her heart shaped face. She had impossibly blue eyes with long eyelashes, and rosebud lips stained a brilliant shade of red, the colour standing out against her alabaster skin. She looked like a porcelain doll.
In her hands she cradled a bottle of pre-mixed vodka and lemonade, sipping it through a straw she held between her thumb and index finger, her nails painted to match her lipstick.
I don’t know why I hadn’t noticed her earlier. In a room full of T-shirt and jean wearing students, she wore a dress that would have looked at home in the 50s, a little tight with the curve of her breasts pushed up over her neckline.
I think I died and went to heaven.
Taking a deep breath, I took a step toward her. To my right, on the edge of my peripheral vision, I caught a glimpse of another girl, her hand over her mouth as if she was about to hurl. From my left, I grabbed a bucket. It had been full of ice for beer bottles to sit in, but now the beer was gone, and the ice looked like a giant slushy.
Dumping the contents into a nearly empty potato chip bowl, I thrust the bucket in front of the girl.
Not on my carpet, you don’t.
Damn it. As the responsible, sober one, I’d have to take care of this before getting to anything else I wanted.
Either I could put this drunken girl to bed in one of our rooms, which could prove inconvenient if something happened with dream woman. Or, I could drive drunk girl home. That was probably the right thing to do, no matter what my penis tried to tell me.
“Honey, where do you live?” I asked, casting my eye across the room and trying to remember every detail of mystery girl’s look. Hopefully, if I could get her home quickly, I’d be back in time to talk to the girl in the corner.
“Waiuku.” She groaned. Her lips were downturned, and any life that might have been there had disappeared from her eyes. She looked dull, over it.
Shit. That was at least three-quarters of an hour drive each way. Too expensive to put her in a taxi. And I would guarantee she had no money.
“Can you take me?” She pleaded.
I didn’t have a choice. That was our party code, take care of anyone too far gone. I’d be gone for at least an hour and a half.
“Grab your things, we’ll get out of here. Sooner I get you home, sooner I can be back.” Hopefully no one else would need taking home. I swept the room, looking for anyone else who might be in trouble.
Rolling my eyes, I approached the back of the sofa, tapping Sam on the shoulder. He continued to devour the girl he was kissing, ignoring me as I sighed.
“Sam.” I shoved his shoulder—hard.
He broke away from the dazed looking girl and looked back over his shoulder at me, frowning. “What?”
“I’ve got to take someone home. We’ve got a sick one.”
“Whatever,” he said, looking away.
“The girl in the corner. Make sure she doesn’t leave.”
He grunted agreement, glancing up and then returning to his lip lock with the girl who didn’t even look at me.
One last look at the girl who had caught my eye and I left.
She’d better still be there when I got back.
“Pull over, pull over.”
I slapped the steering wheel. “Again?”
The girl’s face was white as marble, and her hand was on the door handle, despite the bucket she cradled.
“Fine.” I flicked on the indicator, and pulled over to the side of the road. She flung the door open, tripping as she fell out the door, stumbling away from the car as she vomited.
“Best night out ever,” I mumbled, my mind wandering back to the girl back at home.
“It’s not my fault. You’re driving so fast, the street lights going past make me feel sick.” She pouted as she sat back in the car, buckling up her seatbelt and grabbing hold of the bucket again.
“I’m doing the speed limit. We’re on the motorway. If I get caught pulling over like this, I’ll be in the crap.” I indicated and pulled out. Thankfully there wasn’t much on the road this time of night.
I so want to be home.
The GPS read out instructions as we drove, and we weaved through the rural roads once we left the motorway. I was beginning to think we were never going to get there when it told me in stilted English that we’d arrived at our destination.
The girl, whose name I still didn’t know, smiled. Her face stayed drained of colour, and I got the feeling that she’d be seeing a lot of the toilet bowl tonight.
“Do you want to come in?” she asked.
Are you insane?
“No, I should get going. I need to make sure no one else needs help.”
“Oh.” She pouted.
I rolled my eyes. “Go on inside. I hope you feel better in the morning.”
She slowly nodded, holding the bucket out for me to take. “No. You keep it.”
“Thanks.” She opened the door, the cold night air rushing in and reversing the effects of the heater again. At least it’d be a warm, uninterrupted ride home.
“No problem. Just take care.”
As I flicked pulled out and into the street, I pondered the girl at home. Would she still be there? Had I missed my chance? Even if she was gone, maybe I could track her down. But then again, I didn’t know who half the people were at the party.
What a waste of a night.
The drive home was at least shorter than the drive there, no stopping along the way. The motorway was quiet, cars few and far between.
I pressed buttons on the radio, trying to find something to keep me company. Anything to fill the lonely drive back.
I’m such an idiot.
I should have splashed out for a taxi, even if it meant not eating for the next week. It’d be after midnight when I got home, and most people would be long gone. All I could do was hope that the one person I wanted to be there had stayed.
The closer I drew to the city, the more comfort I drew from my surroundings. Mount Eden had been home for the past few years while Sam and I had attended the nearby university. We’d been lucky that we’d found a run down old villa to live in for lower than market rates. While property prices and rents went up around us, our landlord was happy he’d found responsible, long-term tenants. Well, responsible most of the time.
The house was quiet, deserted when I got home. As I pulled into the driveway, I grimaced at the thought of the mess to clean up. No doubt Sam would be lazing in bed tomorrow, leaving me to tidy. That’s what I would have done to him.
I slid my key in the lock, turning the old brass door handle and pushing. The wooden door creaked as it opened, and I took a step inside.
I walked straight into the living room. In the centre of the floor were two people going at it like bunnies. At least I wouldn’t have trouble tracking mystery girl down.
Naked, she looked even more beautiful, her full breasts peaking into rosy nipples, her curvy hips grinding as she rode my best friend. Her long, dark hair spilled down her back in curls. Curls that Sam tugged at, making her moan.
I couldn’t move, transfixed by the sight, the excitement at seeing her naked tempered with the knowledge that Sam was inside her.
“Close the door, man.” Sam looked up at me, a big grin on his face.
The woman’s eyes flickered open, and she gasped, crossing her arms to cover her breasts as I turned my head to look away. I kicked the door closed behind me and began the uncomfortable walk past them to my bedroom.
“Sorry,” I said as the light faded behind me.
When I closed my eyes, I could still see her, that creamy skin. Her mouth formed into a perfect red o as she threw all her concentration into screwing my best friend.
I’d never wanted anything so badly in all my life.
She was his.
I have a few things on that I want to post about. :D
Firstly, I have put together a box set of the first three books in the Friends series, and it's available for pre-order at the special limited time price of 99c right now through iBooks, Amazon and Kobo. It will be available through B&N, but they're dragging their heels so I don't have a link yet.
Here's the description:
Friends Forever - The First Half
Release date August 6
Catch up with The Friends Series in one box set for a limited time at 99c.
Book One - Loving Rowan
Rowan and Kyle’s story
After a lifetime of unrequited love for Andrew, Rowan’s heart is broken when she finds him with another friend, Charlie. Isolating herself from the pair, she strikes up a friendship with Kyle. Kyle wants more, but Rowan struggles to let go. And when tragedy strikes, Andrew comes back on the scene and will do whatever it takes to keep her.
Book Two - Three Days
Andrew and Maddy’s story
After the events of Loving Rowan, Andrew starts his life again. He hit rock bottom when Charlie died and acted irrationally, destroying any chance of friendship with Rowan. Meeting Maddy brings love and laughter to his life, and he soon finds himself falling for her. Sometimes it takes a life changing event to put the pieces back together as Andrew will find.
Book Three - Something Real
Logan and Olivia’s story
Olivia Grant’s husband walked out while she was at work one day, leaving her to fend for herself and their two children. Selling up, she moves to an apartment where she meets Logan. He’s gorgeous and seems to like her just as much as she likes him. Will her secret derail their relationship before it’s had a chance to take off?
All three books are standalone, but Three Days is the sequel to Loving Rowan, so it is recommended to read both.
Book Four - The Right One is also available separately
Rebecca Wallace has everything she could ever need, but a gaping hole where her heart used to be. Meeting her sometimes employed, sometimes musician neighbour, Elliot, turns her world on its head. He’s everything she never knew she wanted.
B&N Coming soon
On top of that, I'm working on a new stand alone! It's the first new thing in a while after two books in the Chances Series and four in the Friends series, but it's a story that hasn't left me alone. I can't wait to finish putting it together. It's called In a Lifetime.
I think it will be a very emotional one, like Another Chance was, but with a bit more heat and a big twist. I've tried to make stories that will work anywhere, but for fans of NZ based stories, this is well and truly planted in NZ. :D
The current blurb (subject to change) is:
When Matt lays eyes on Ella, it’s love at first sight. At the very least, lust. But when fate steps in, Matt ends up playing the good samaritan and losing the girl he wants to his best friend Sam.
When Ella and Sam marry, Matt leaves the country, desperate to get over the deep feelings he has for his friend’s wife. When he returns, he finds a couple struggling with infertility, cracks appearing in their relationship. Making things worse, his feelings for Ella have intensified.
When you’re in love with your best friend’s wife, whose side do you take when everything falls apart?
And last, but certainly not least. I'm working on the 5th book for the Friends series. One Nicola's story was suggested, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Usually when I write the minor characters in my books, I picture something of a back story for them. Once I put Nicola together with Neil, I had a vague idea of how they got together, but now I'm writing it down!
It's a bit of a crazy time for me. I try to steer clear of controversial topics or things that I know people won't like, and it would appear that I might be dabbling in infidelity and the older man/younger woman dynamic. But, I will do it in my own way and make their stories as genuine and heartfelt as I can. I hope my readers know they can trust me by now. ;)
Ariadne Wayne is the pen name of an overworked, often exhausted mother of two who frequently turns to the internet for relaxation. It doesn't always work...