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Albert Camus

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

Sunday, May 8, 2016

her small-town prince - What Love Is by Emma South

In this epic romance collection that spans eighteen years, the lives of six people will be changed forever.
Ask a million people what love is, and you’ll get a million different answers. None of them are wrong.

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Published: April 29th, 2016

In this epic romance collection that spans eighteen years, the lives of six people will be changed forever.

Ask a million people what love is, and you’ll get a million different answers. None of them are wrong.

What makes a Marine take a bullet for a Hollywood starlet?

What makes a singer with a deep-seated hatred for the wealthy find herself smiling for the first time with a billionaire?

What makes a small-town princess defy death to be reunited with her small-town prince?

The answer is love.

EXCERPT

"The way you were looking at me, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. You were balancing on some of the other girls’ hands, up in the air with that big smile on your face, and I felt like we ruled the world. You and I.” 

I slowly walked over to Christie and I saw her shrink a little bit as she returned to the present. When I stood right in front of her, she looked up at me like a deer in the headlights, totally unsure about what to do. I saw that internal battle in her every move and tremble, the arms folding across her stomach defensively and the way she subtly licked her lips as if in preparation for a kiss. 

With one last tiny step forward, I moved gently into her personal space. I could smell that perfume of hers in the calm air and feel the heat of her, so close to me at last. 

“You remember when I said I always loved how when you get pushed, you push back?” I asked. 

Christie nodded tentatively. 

“What I meant was, I have always loved you, Christie. That day playing Newcrest was when I realized it for the first time, and you’ve been in my heart ever since.” 

Christie looked down. “I... that girl… is dead and buried. I’m all that’s left. I don’t think I can,” Christie paused on the ‘L’ word, “rule the world anymore,” she finished. 

With a gentle finger under the chin, I raised her head until she was looking at me again. “You’re alive, Christie. I think you can.” 

I moved my hand to her cheek, stroking it with my thumb as I looked into her eyes. She was really here with me, unlike the phantom crowd in the grandstand. Christabelle Jayne, the one that got away. If I kissed her, would she kiss me back?

About the author:
Now a USA Today Best Selling Author!
I'm in my thirties and living in New Zealand. About 3 years ago I lost somebody very close to me. I was lucky in a way, I was given enough time to make a promise. My promise was that I would never forget our young and innocent love, and it's a promise I intend to keep.

My writing is a way to help me keep that promise. I've always enjoyed writing but was forced into being 'prudent' and giving myself over to soul-crushing office work for the sake of a steady salary. Recent events forced me to re-evaluate my priorities and I decided to take a chance. I like to put little pieces of 'us' into my writing, from funny conversations we had, to apocalyptic arguments, to that special feeling you get when you hop into bed fully aware that your feet are freezing but your partner doesn't kick you away.

Even though these things are set in fictional worlds and attached to fictional characters, in a way it feels like I'm doing something that will make our love live forever. If somebody reads one of my stories and likes a joke or sheds a tear, then our love has lived on, and I thank any readers I might have for that.




1 comment:

Stephanie LaPlante said...

Sounds very interesting