Their
trial relationship was meant to last six months, but things didn’t
quite work out the way they planned...
Justin
Middleton, who has left a string of broken hearts across the state of
South Carolina, has only one thing on his mind, and that’s winning
Terri Mitchell’s heart in six months. That’s all the time she’s
given him...six short months. If he can’t do it by then, they’ll
go their separate ways.
Terri
Mitchell knows she’s lost her mind when she even suggested this
harebrained scheme. She finally thinks her heart is on the mend from
her past encounter with Justin. However, when he shows up at her
house late one night looking deliciously sexy and irresistible, her
iron will to fight him vanishes and the words tumble from her lips
before she’s barely aware of what she’s done.
Within
weeks, both of them find themselves passionately involved, but when
Terri’s brother, Preston, shows up, mysterious things begin to
happen, turning their blissful world into something dark and
dangerous.
EXCERPT
Terri
My
best friend was getting married in ten minutes. I was
about
to
walk down the aisle as her maid of honor and I’d never been so
nervous in my entire life. My palms were pretty much dripping water
and I only hoped my dress wasn’t stained beneath my arms, because I
was sure that about right now I was having massive antiperspirant
failure. I had practiced walking in these shoes for two solid weeks
at physical therapy. My therapists had convinced me (I actually made
them pinky swear to me) that I could do this. At this moment I was
quite certain that they had fed me some boldfaced lies. I knew when I
took my first few steps, that I would stumble, then my bad leg would
give out, and I would go rolling instead of walking down that aisle.
Crap
in a handbasket!
I
looked at Tana, the wedding director, and she nodded, signaling it
was my turn. My grip tightened on my bouquet of fresh cut flowers. I
was surprised the damn stems weren’t crushed by now. No doubt my
fingers would be green by the time the ceremony was over.
My
left foot went out, followed by my right. Okay, I had this. I
repeated this mantra...left, right, left, right, until I was up at
the altar and taking my place next to the spot where Lexi would
stand.
I
smiled and I’m sure it reached my ears, because I swear I could
feel
my
earrings tickling my cheeks. Then I forgot the promise I made to
myself. I totally blanked out because I was so excited about the
stupid fact that I had made it down the aisle without looking gimpy.
I let my eyes wander across the altar and damn if they didn’t land
directly on him.
Shiz!
He
looked like the dude in the Ralph Lauren Polo ad...tall dark and
alluring. Dressed in a black tux, he was perfect. Justin Middleton,
brother of the groom and best man...my heartbreaking nemesis. I
suppose nemesis is relatively harsh, but heartbreaker isn’t. I had
dreaded this day now for months. I should be happy for Lexi...she’d
been my bestie since freshman year at UVA. But I was pulling the
selfish card today. I tried not to, but everything I did was useless.
I pasted a smile back on my face and jerked my head to the back of
the church so I could watch Lexi walk down the aisle.
Damn,
that girl looked gorgeous. Her dress was really something. I’d
never seen a bride where anything close to that. Originality...pure
and simple. Her dress had an illusion neckline, making it appear
sleeveless and off the shoulders, when it actually had sheer fabric
that afforded a boat neckline. The dress was fitted and had fabric
beads sewn onto it until it hit mid thigh where it was covered in
layers of chiffon and stiff ribbon, giving it a totally off the
charts look. And she was getting married in the
church
every Charlestonian would give their left hand...hell their right
hand too...to get married in. St. Phillips was the church on every
Charleston postcard ever made. You had to be connected to get married
there. And the Middletons were certainly connected. Hell, they were
Charleston. South of Broad, blue blooded born and bred. Lexi sure
lucked out here.
And
Pearce...didn’t he look yummy? Not nearly as yummy as Justin, but
girls all over South Carolina would be grieving today because one of
the most eligible bachelors, not to mention one of the wealthiest,
was getting hitched. Once again, Lexi sure lucked out. But if anyone
deserved it, Lexi did.
Now,
I sure wish the show could get a move on, because I would love for
this thing to get the hell over with. I only had enough plastic
smiles to last for a certain amount of time and once they ran out, I
was gonna have to hit the road. I hated to be so snarky about this,
but I couldn’t stand around with this happy assed face when I was
cracking to pieces on the inside.
The
happy couple said their vows and damn it all, I started crying. Thank
God the Tana gave us a list with a bag at the rehearsal last night,
which included waterproof mascara and eyeliner, or I would’ve
looked like Rocky raccoon, resident maid of honor and side kick to
Bullwinkle. Yeah, this was gonna be fun.
Now,
I had to look forward to picture time and more plastic smiles. I
pulled up my bootstraps and watched as Lexi and Pearce walked down
the aisle as Dr. and Mrs. Middleton. Oh good lord, they looked so
happy. I really couldn’t help the true smile that formed then,
because looking at them made me believe in it all...their love was
nothing short of bursting from them.
I
heard a throat clearing and looked up to see Justin waiting with his
arm bent. I’d been so engrossed in watching the happy couple, I’d
forgotten I had to walk arm in arm with him.
Well,
isn’t this a crap storm?
I
didn’t have time to prepare myself. When I put my hand on his arm,
I felt the jolt all the way to my toes. I forced myself to look at my
feet, when all I wanted to do was to fall into his eyes...his
perfectly gorgeous eyes. Lexi always called Pearce, Smoky Eyes,
because he had gray eyes. Well, Justin’s were gray too, but his
were the color of the sea, right before a storm hit. Deep, dark
bluish gray and every time I looked at them I was pulled into their
depths...just like I would imagine the sea as it would call to me.
Mysterious, with things unknown lurking below the surface. That was
Justin. Beautiful and sometimes frightening because he made me feel
things I’d never felt before.
He
leaned his tall frame down to my smaller one so he could whisper to
me, “You were perfect when you walked down the aisle, Terri. You
made me proud.”
That
caused my head to jerk up. I shouldn’t have done that because my
eyes landed right on his. And there I was, falling into
them...deeply, dramatically, and yes, painfully.
“God,
you’re beautiful.” Three simple words that nearly made me cry. I
felt my lower lip tremble, but forced myself to smile instead.
“Thanks.
You clean up pretty good yourself,” my voice trembled.
He
smiled and it felt like someone lifted all the blinds and curtains in
the church. The light just entered and blazed around him. He was that
kind of beautiful. I knew I needed to get away from him. That’s the
sort of effect he had on me.
Suddenly,
I was back there again...last March.
“Ms.
Mitchell, we’re taking you into surgery. You were in a car accident
and your leg was broken. We’re going to fix you right up.”
Car
accident? Where was Justin? Was he okay? Surgery? The next thing I
knew I woke up again in a room and there were my mom and dad.
Several
surgeries later, that damn wheelchair, physical therapy and
Justin...Justin. God, why couldn’t I forget him? Things had been
moving along so well until that wreck. All those surgeries and he
couldn’t stop blaming himself. And then Lexi catching him with
those two girls and my heart nearly breaking. Yeah, my leg had been
broken and I’d been left with a twisted mass of scars, but my heart
was the one that felt more damaged.
We
reached the back of the church and were whisked off to the side by
Tana and the photographer to where pictures would be taken. I was
hoping they could put this thing on fast forward, get to the
reception, have a little face time with Lexi and get the heck outta
Dodge. That was my plan anyway.
Picture
after picture and tons of pasted smiles later (I hope Lex didn’t
shoot my ass when she saw these pictures), we finally hopped in the
limos and left for the reception at the Charleston Yacht and Harbor
Club.
I
mingled with some of the guests, and made my way around to chat with
Lexi and Pearce for a while, but before long, the throbbing in my leg
and the aches and pains, had me hunting a chair. I spied one back in
the corner so I walked, or at least gave my best imitation of one,
over to it and blew out a huge puff of air when the weight left that
leg. I was happy Lexi had approved the long dresses that we wore
since they hid the scars that covered my disfigured limb. I absently
rubbed it, like I often did, wishing for a huge bag of ice. They
ought to invent Spanx you could cram an ice bag into for people like
me. Maybe I could join forces with the Spanx lady and we could come
out with Spanx on Ice. I bet those professional ice skaters would
love that! We could even make a version for hockey players.
“You
must have something terrifically funny on your mind by the look on
your face.”
That
voice of his made me want to strip off every thread of clothing and
run naked through the streets yelling, “Take me, take me!” Crap!
What kind of sexy did that man have working?
“I
guess so. I was thinking about a joint venture with the Spanx lady.
We could call it Spanx on Ice.”
“What?”
he asked, bewilderment clouding his eyes.
“You
know...for my leg.”
“Oh.”
He smiled, nodded and acted like he was with me. I knew better from
his odd expression. He didn’t get it at all.
“Do
you even know what Spanx are?”
“No
clue.”
I
burst out laughing. “Never mind then. They’re something no man
should ever know about.”
“Hmm,
now I’m intrigued.”
“Oh
God! Don’t be.” The last thing I needed was for Justin Middleton
to see me in a pair of Spanx.
Mother
of God save me now!
About the Author:
One day, on her way home from work as a sales manager, A. M. Hargrove, realized her life was on fast forward and if she didn't do something soon, it would quickly be too late to write that work of fiction she had been dreaming of her whole life. So, she rolled down the passenger window of her fabulous (not) company car and tossed out her leather briefcase. Luckily, the pedestrian in the direct line of fire was a dodgeball pro and had über quick reflexes enabling him to avoid getting bashed in the head. Feeling a tad guilty about the near miss, A. M. made a speedy turn down a deserted side street before tossing her crummy, outdated piece-of-you-know-what lap top out the window. She breathed a liberating sigh of relief, picked up her cell phone and hit #4 on her speed dial.
A.M.: Boss, is that you?
Boss: Why yes, A. M., who else would be answering my phone?
A.M.: Er... right. Well, I'm calling to let you know you can pick up my luxury Ford Focus at Starbucks near the interstate.
Boss: Why ever would I want to do that?
A.M.: Because I quit!
A.M. hit the end button and speed dialed her husband.
A.M.: Hi hubs, can you pick me up at Starbucks?
Hubs: Sure... Having some car trouble?
A.M.: Not at all. I don't have a car to have trouble with because I just quit my job.
Hubs: WHAT?!
A.M.: It's time for a new career and I am going to be a very famous novelist.
So began A. M. Hargrove's career as a young adult paranormal romance
author of self-published ebooks. Her series, The Guardians of Vesturon,
centers around a family of six siblings and is a mix of humor, mystery,
suspense and of course, love. Survival and Resurrection are her first
and second full length novels in the series and Beginnings is the
prequel novella. Her third installment, Determinant, will be released
on June 30, 2012. (It didn’t happen exactly like that, but you get the
idea!)
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Thanks for the feature Abby! <3 Annie
ReplyDeletemy pleasure Ms. Anne :D
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