Thursday, 24 April 2014

Release Blitz with Excerpt ~ Love in English by Karina Halle

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Title: Love, In English
Author: Karina Halle
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 20, 2014
 
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Book Description:
 
He’s thirty-eight. I’m twenty-three.

He speaks Spanish. I speak English.

He lives in Spain. I live in Canada.

He dresses in thousand-dollar suits. I’m covered in tattoos.

He’s married and has a five-year old daughter.

I’m single and can’t commit to anyone or anything.

Until now. Because when they say you can’t choose who you fall in love with, boy ain’t that the f*#king truth.

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To a restless dreamer like Vera Miles, it sounded like the experience of a lifetime. Instead of spending her summer interning for her astronomy major, she would fly to Spain where she’d spend a few weeks teaching conversational English to businessmen and women, all while enjoying free room and board at an isolated resort. But while Vera expected to get a tan, meet new people and stuff herself with wine and paella, she never expected to fall in love.

Mateo Casalles is unlike anyone Vera has ever known, let alone anyone she’s usually attracted to. While Vera is a pierced and tatted free spirit with a love for music and freedom, Mateo is a successful businessman from Madrid, all sharp suits and cocky Latino charm. Yet, as the weeks go on, the two grow increasingly close and their relationship changes from purely platonic to something…more.

Something that makes Vera feel alive for the first time.

Something that can never, ever be.

Or so she thinks.
 
 
Excerpt
 
Claudia shrugged and pulled down at her yellow tee. “Not my problem. Eduardo is nice but Ricardo is really nice.”

“How did it happen?” I asked, kinda wanting the sordid details.

She was coy. “The way it usually happens.”

“Did you make the first move?”

Another shrug. “Why not?”

I swear, a shrug and a “why not?” were the Spaniards’ go-to answer for everything.

“Well, then I guess it seems safe—and a little boring now—to tell you that I have a crush on someone.”

Her brows quirked up. “Other than Mateo?”

“What?”

“You are sleeping with Mateo, no?”

“WHAT?!”

“No?”

“No!” I exclaimed, appalled. “Why does everyone keep thinking that?”

“Because you are always together,” she said simply. She took a sip of wine. “The attraction is very obvious. So, I figured you must be sleeping together.”

“He’s married!”

“Yes, but you are not.”

I shook my head adamantly. “It’s wrong. I don’t want to be the other woman. I’ve seen my dad go for the other woman, and I can’t put Mateo’s daughter through that,” I said. “Or his wife,” I quickly added.

“That doesn’t mean that you can’t have feelings for anyone else.”

“Yes, it does mean that.”

“Maybe you are meant to be together.”

“We’re not! There isn’t even a together. We’re just friends. I haven’t done anything about it, and so far my feelings are totally one-sided.”

Claudia got up off the couch and brought a pack of cigarettes out of her front jean pocket. “If you think it is on the one side, you have not seen the way he looks at you.”

She walked over to her small patio table and pulled out a chair. I got up and stormed after her, my nerves dancing excitedly.

“What do you mean, the way he looks at me?” I asked, lowering my voice in case there were people around listening. I felt like bouncing off the walls.

She slid the ashtray toward her as I sat down. “You do not see it. But I do. I think everyone does. He looks at you like…like you’re his favorite food.”

“Favorite food?”

She lit her cigarette. “Yes. You’re like his favorite food in the whole world. He wants to have you, eat you, devour you. He thinks about you all the time, craves you. But he cannot have you for one reason or another. Perhaps you upset his stomach. Maybe he is on a diet, yes? All he wants is a taste, but he cannot even have that. That is how he looks at you.”

I sat there, stunned, as some of her smoke blew in my face. That’s how Mateo looked at me? Like he wanted to eat me? I was pretty sure that’s how I looked at him. Just last night I was contemplating nibbling on his earlobes.

“And yes,” she said, leaning closer to me, a small smile on her lips, “that is also how you look at him.” Great, a mind reader. “But you are more subtle about it. You try not to let everyone know. But, we know.”

“There is nothing to know,” I reminded her, poking the table with my finger for emphasis. “We are not sleeping together. He is married. I have a crush. That is it. The end of the story.”

“A crush?” she questioned. “Vera, I think you’re in love with him.”

No fucking way. Not love. That did not happen with me, not ever and not now.

“You can’t fall in love in a week,” I told her heatedly.

“You can fall in love in a second,” she said with a snap of her fingers. “The heart has no regard for time.”

With that sobering thought, Claudia told me about her ex-boyfriend and how they fell in love at first sight then took the conversation back to Ricardo and their exploits. I envied her so badly right then and there. She could fawn over Ricardo, kiss him, fuck him, and no one would ever bat an eye. It was okay for them to be together. It wasn’t forbidden.

I gulped the rest of the wine and left her apartment, heading back to reception to meet Cristina for my next one-on-one, my mind and heart and hormones all over the place. Lo and behold, Mateo was walking up the path toward me.

He was on the phone, smiling.

His shirt was off and slung over his shoulder, exposing his bare chest, abs, and arms.

Holy fuck.

For a moment, I was sure that time had stopped. Or maybe ever single nerve, cell, vein, bone, muscle in my body just slowed as I took him all in.

From his thick-veined forearms to his sculpted shoulders and broad chest peppered with neatly-trimmed chest hair, to his six-pack abs, he had, by far, the best body I’d ever seen on a man. He kept himself in fine-ass shape, looking more like a young athlete than anything else. He and David Beckham had more in common than I thought, although David’s skin tone wasn’t as mesmerizing. Mateo’s color was amazing, just beautiful, this dark, golden bronze that covered him everywhere. I wanted so badly to just touch him, to lick the sheen of sweat off his skin. I bet he tasted like victory.

And to think this was the man that Claudia said wanted to taste me.

I really, really wanted to believe her.

Meanwhile, I was just standing there like I was melting into a puddle of myself. I clamped my mouth shut as he walked past and I heard him say into the phone, “No, mi tesorito, it was easy, I didn’t injure myself.” He was beaming, talking about the game, to his wife. To his tesorito. And he called their relationship complicated? This was complicated.

He winked at me in acknowledgement, his smile becoming broader. I tried to smile back but it wouldn’t come. I just stared at him, feeling stupid, foolish, and strangely rejected. In a perfect world I may have been his favorite food, but it still wasn’t what he got served every day. I turned around and walked down the hill, my heart feeling like a pincushion.

“Vera!” I heard him call out from behind. I stopped and nervously glanced over my shoulder. He was holding the phone’s receiver to his chest, grinning at me. “I need to ask you your question.”

“What?” I asked, hoping it was quick.

“Who is your favorite Spaniard here?”

Seriously?

And yet I couldn’t lie to him.

“You,” I said, more to myself than to him. Then I turned around and walked away as quickly as I could.


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With her USA Today Bestselling The Artists Trilogy published by Grand Central Publishing, numerous foreign publication deals, and self-publishing success with her Experiment in Terror series, Vancouver-born Karina Halle is a true example of the term "Hybrid Author." Though her books showcase her love of all things dark, sexy and edgy, she's a closet romantic at heart and strives to give her characters a HEA...whenever possible.

Karina holds a screenwriting degree from Vancouver Film School and a Bachelor of Journalism from TRU. Her travel writing, music reviews/interviews and photography have appeared in publications such as Consequence of Sound, Mxdwn and GoNomad Travel Guides. She currently lives on an island on the coast of British Columbia where she’s preparing for the zombie apocalypse with her fiance and rescue pup.




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Wednesday, 23 April 2014

Character excerpt from Very Wicked Things (Briarcrest Academy #2) by Ilsa Madden-Mills

Very Wicked Things (Briarcrest Academy #2)
A standalone novel
by Ilsa Madden-Mills
 

Meet Cuba Hudson and add to your TBR pile!

Goodreads: http://tinyurl.com/n6wavgm

Girls say I’m a walking, talking sex god. Guys call me Hollywood because my life is golden.

It’s not.

But ESPN did rank me as a four star recruit, calling me one of the best defensive players since Briarcrest Academy opened its esteemed doors.

So yeah, with football and a stellar GPA, my future seemed good.

Then Dovey Beckham shows up in her short as hell skirts and ballet shoes. Driving me insane. Making me want to beg for her attention.

But that wouldn’t happen, because Cuba Hudson didn’t beg for anything.

She walked around BA like she owned the place, and most days she looked right through me…the one girl I couldn’t have.

So, of course, I made it my mission to claim her, to put her notch on my bedpost.

Because no girl can resist the Heartbreaker of BA.

But I never planned on destroying her.

I never planned on wrecking the one thing that could save me.

Welcome to Briarcrest Academy, where wicked love begins…and ends.

Blog Tour ~ Review & Giveaway ~ The Face in the Mirror by Barbara S Stewart



TITLE: THE FACE IN THE MIRROR
AUTHOR: BARBARA STEWART
RELEASED: APRIL 16, 2014


 
Book Description:

Loss brings things home. You reflect on what you had, and what you’ve lost.
What if you met the love of your life... Again?
What if he never fell out of love with you?
And you realized that you were still in love with him.
Could you push the past aside…
And focus on the future?
Relive what was good…
And learn from the bad?
What if you found a secret…
That revealed that everything about your family was a lie…
Changed your thoughts on love and commitment…
And turned all that you believe in upside down...
What if a mirror reflected what you loved…
And what you lost?
 
Our Review:
 
**ARC received for honest review**
 
Reviewed by Donna ~ 4 Stars

“We never live so intensely as when we love strongly. We never realize ourselves so vividly as when we are in full glow of love for others.”

One of my favourite genres is “second chance romance” and this book is one of those stories that capture this beautifully. This quote always comes to mind…

“Sometimes, life gives you a second chance because just maybe the first time you weren't ready.” – Unknown

This is not one of Barbara’s angst filled, tear jerking, gutsy reads, yes it does have some teary moments but as I said above, this is predominantly a book about finding love again, with the same person for the second time, even more romantic was that this was also a first love. Learning from past mistakes, forgiveness for those mistakes and using that as a foundation to build a more solid relationship than before, learning the art of communication, being a partnership and moving forward together as one, as a unit, united. This is also about the bond between mother and daughter, a bond so special that it never dies, no matter what happens in life, your mum is always your mum and that tie will never be broken. Through hard times and heartache they will always be there, whether it be in body or spirit, you can always feel them and hear them and you can always rely on them for advice, whether it is wanted or not.

Renee and Mitchell met when they were teenagers thanks to a lot of conspiring by Renee’s granny, they were perfect for each other and from the moment they met they were inseparable. Despite family objections because of feelings of grandiose, Renee and Mitchell battled the odds and eventually married. Life always has a way of throwing curveballs and Mitchell studying, trying to be the best that he could be and Renee trying valiantly to study to meet her father’s expectations meant that they spent little time together. Renee being a little naïve to a certain extent and gullible fell for her families railroading and walked away, leaving behind the man that she loved and has always loved. No man since had been able to fill Mitchell’s shoes and she was always left wondering “what if,” she missed him constantly and if she had one regret, then he was it, not that they met, but that she ever walked away.

Fate has a way of bringing those that were meant to be together, together. Renee’s life was no different, an event happens and their paths cross again, having been given this second chance it was now up to them to take it and make it. Would their past dictate their future, or now that they are that much older, are they older and wiser?

“I realized that not many times are we offered a mulligan to make something right.”

Mitchell was adorable and perfect, of the two he had the hardest time when they split. He never knew the whys, they had never communicated their problems, and he didn’t think they had any. In hindsight he could see things were not perfect but not enough for Renee to give up and walk away without warning. He was devastated and he too never recovered. Nobody could fill Renee’s shoes either and his heart just couldn’t move on, but now as fate has drawn them together again, could his heart manage to love again or will the overwhelming need to protect himself prevail? He too missed her constantly and if he had one regret, then she was it, not that they met, but that he should have fought harder.

“There’s no way I could make it without you, there’s no way I’d even try.

If I had to survive, without you in my life, I know I wouldn’t last a day.” – There’s No Way by Alabama


This is a fast paced book, it does cover from their teenage years to their adulthood, but all their important milestones are covered. I would have liked a bit more, because I am greedy like that, but what I did read I loved. I loved the characters, I loved the story. It is one of those stories that you read and you fall in love with, a true traditional romance story that leaves you with that warm and fuzzy feeling at the end. You feel as if you have taken the journey with them and lived and breathed it.

I love Barbara Stewarts writing style, you know that you are not going to get the hot and steamy, cussing filled erotica book, but you will get the beautiful, the hearts and flowers, the romance and this book delivers that in spades.

“In the words of Shakespeare – ‘And though she be but little, she is fierce’.”

Another fab read!
 
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About the Author:
 
Barbara S Stewart (7/13/1959) - Is a yankee-billy. She was born in Havre de Grace, MD, but raised a BRATS (you’ll find it in the book!). 

Residing in Middleburg, FL with her husband, Gene, they share their home with a fat cat named Kooky. She’s worked in the electronics industry, and most recently in healthcare. In 2009, she was awarded the American Cancer Society’s HOPE award for volunteerism. 

She writes love stories, and the ideas usually evolve from music – a song she hears that ‘paints a picture.’ She refers to her writing as ‘the sound-track of her life.’ Sprinkled through her stories are humor and sadness based on experiences shared with family and friends. If you know her you may read something and think, ‘is that me?’ You never know… She loves books by Adriana Trigiani and Nora Roberts, and loves exploring new, self-published authors like her.

The third book in the Rock and Roll Trilogy – Feel Like Makin’ Love will be released later in 2013. She also has another work in progress, The Face in the Mirror that she hopes to release sometime in 2013, as well.

She loves to hear from readers, and you can find her at:
 

 
OTHER BOOKS OF BARBARA
 

Rock and Roll Never Forgets (The Rock and Roll Trilogy)

When I Look to the Sky (The Rock and Roll Trilogy)
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1l0ev1q
 
Feel Like Makin' Love (Rock and Roll Trilogy #3)
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/Qx2xkR 
 
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Tuesday, 22 April 2014

Blog Tour ~ Review, Author Guest Post & Giveaway ~ Heart in Wire (By A Thread 4) by R.L Griffin

Book Description:
 

 This book has spoilers in it if you haven't read the By A Thread series yet, you may not want to read the synopsis. This is a companion book to that series and I highly suggest reading it first.

Have you ever been involved in an epic love story where you wound up alone? Have you devoted yourself so completely to someone that you lost yourself in their abyss?

Patrick Greer spent the past five years revolving around El. He fought like hell to not feel the emotions for her that were hidden deep in his gut, until he couldn't anymore. He was so sure of them, of her, of what they were to each other, until he wasn't.

Patrick couldn't even imagine the things he'd done for her, with her and to her. El broke him.

He was a liar, a friend, a lover, a fixer, a runner and a killer.

Now he had to figure out who he was without her.

*There are adult situations, tons of cussing and you may enjoy this book with an adult beverage.
 
 
Our Review
 
**ARC received for honest review**
 
Reviewed by Donna ~ 5 Stars

“The wire that squeezed his heart was painful on a normal day, but he’d punctured it and now he was bleeding the fuck out.”

Firstly I would highly recommend that you read the By A Thread series before reading this book if you have not done so already (By A Thread, Tension and Seamless). Heart In Wire is Patrick’s version of events during those three books. This is in no way whatsoever a re-telling of the series, it is so much more. This book is extremely insightful; this book will make you reassess everything you thought you knew. Opinions will change, alliances will change everything will change. We get Patrick’s back story and his story after El, there was still so much to learn about Patrick Greer.

So there was I thinking that the amazing By A Thread series was complete, yet I always thought that there were a few characters that still had a story to be told, one of them being Patrick. So you can imagine my excitement when RL Griffin announced that in fact Patrick’s voice wanted to be heard, her head was swimming with his story and his comments and she needed to put pen to paper. In all honesty I have felt a plethora of emotions towards Patrick, I liked him, felt sorry for him, admired him, pitied him, I hated him and my heart broke for him. The friendship that he and El shared was beautiful, but we know how that ended up, yes he did screw it up, royally, but he had his reasons and it was those reasons that I wanted answered. I wanted to know why he chose the path that he did, I wanted to know his reasoning’s, how he justified himself, but moreover, I just wanted to know the “real” Patrick. I knew there was more to the man and after we had ended the By A Thread series with killer scenes that decimated my heart for him, I actually felt sorry for him and this actually tore my heart in two because I loved George, but I couldn’t help feel sorry for Patrick. Although El reciprocated his love to a certain extent and I do believe you can love two people, he was not the path El chose and by reading I could tell that this destroyed him and it destroyed me too.

Patrick, what can I say, El was “his person” I always knew, deep down that he loved her, he went above and beyond what any friend would have done given the circumstances, no matter what, Patrick was always there for her. I think that when reading the BaT series, you are so wrapped up in El’s story and living what she went through and endured you don’t actually see her selfish side and this is highlighted throughout this book. I saw El with different eyes in this book and I didn’t like it, I didn’t want to see her that way, but with what she going on in her life you kind of understood, she had to look out for numero uno. It is only after reading Patrick’s side of the same story that you understand the mixed signals and his confusion, this was by no means one way traffic and El was forever reeling him in and then letting him go. All I could think about throughout this book was the pain that Patrick was going through watching the woman that he was in love with completely and unconditionally, falls in love with somebody else and move on. My heart bled and my eyes wept.

Billy in his moments of genius summed this up perfectly, but this is so true and for me was the killer line…

“You’re holding her hand because you want to; she’s holding yours because she needs to.”

Finally, Patrick thinks he has the opening that he has always wanted, what he dreamt of getting and yet again he was used and tossed aside, whilst the circumstances were not the best and you could say that Patrick took advantage, it meant so much to him, it was the culmination of years of all-encompassing love for El and he finally thought he had “his person,” but alas no. His pain and his torment flooded the pages, I cried…a lot!

P is for pain; Patrick goes through it all in this book, especially mentally. Pain at keeping secrets, pain with his conscience, pain through Stella’s rejection, pain with the aftermath and pain in grief.

A is for alliances, his friendship with Billy is priceless, he is just who Patrick needs and we further see their dynamic throughout this book. I must say, I love Billy. New alliances, especially with Jesse, these two together were a kind of a “dream team” they fed off each other, their friendship was needed on both sides and it was treasured, they are kind of kindred spirits. They all had one thing in common, their love for El and their need to protect her, no matter the cost or the consequences.

T is for Truth, the truth always hurts and none more so than in this book, there are lots of truths that are exposed, the whys explain a lot and you could see that Patrick was stuck between a rock and a hard place and the longer they stayed a lie the harder it was to tell the truth. Truth of feelings and emotions, Patrick spilled them, El rejected them, painful to read, painful to understand, my heart and head were tormented.

R is for Retribution and none more so for Jamie, but and it is a big BUT, I actually felt for Jamie in this book before he went crazy. His phone calls to Patrick were heart breaking, again you see another side and you can’t help but feel sorry for him, but the undercover work changeth the man and the only way Jamie would be stopped was death.

I is for Intimacy, Patrick tries to overcome his rejection but cannot seem to take that next step no matter how hard he tries. It takes a while for him to put himself out there again and while you are happy that he does, you can’t help but feel he is settling for second best. You want him to have a happy ever after, he certainly deserves it, but has El permanently scarred his heart? At least he may have found his wire cutters.

“She’s the wire and you are the bolt cutters I needed.”

C is for a Clean Slate, he needs to move on and does so more out of necessity, he could not survive being around El so he goes for a complete black out, El becomes Voldemort, she who shall not be named. This I could understand, but there was so much he needed to know and again when they are reunited it is painful, extremely painful.

K is for Karma, there is a lot of it dished out in this book. I was happy with the ending, I knew in my heart of hearts El was meant to be with George but I couldn’t help but have wild thoughts as to how I could get my way. As tortured as I was this book made me switch allegiances from George to Patrick, something I never thought was possible.

In summary RL Griffin nailed this one, never has her writing been so emotive, I lived and breathed Patrick’s pain in this book and this is my favourite book of hers so far. I love a book that makes me “feel” and this certainly did that in spades. The growth in RL Griffin’s writing is clear as day and I am so glad that while trawling Goodreads, I came across By A Thread. This is one series where the characters have become my friends, they are like a family and I am incredibly lucky to have been on this roller coaster of a journey with them. I still feel there are more stories to be told, especially Jesse and Billy and I know Millie will have a tale to tell. I am not ready to see them go so will be hounding RL Griffin to continue. That is the beauty of this series, all the characters have burrowed themselves into my heart and not many authors have achieved that.

One thing I will leave you with is we still have humour; this scene had me cracking up!

"So, as you can see, this side of the room is newly decorated. I call it ‘police tape chic.’ And do admire the blood splatter and brains on the wall—not everyone has such modern art in their home! Though I think I may need to do some redecorating."
 
Guest Post from RL Griffin
 
RL Griffin has made our day here on The Romance Cover, we had asked for a guest post and in the past she has given us deep and meaningful, today we have a total treat! We are proud to reveal what could become a mini-serial (Donna is jumping up and down clapping her hands like a demented seal)...are you ready...

Take it away RL Griffin...

Have you ever wondered what would have happened if Patrick would have just told Stella about Jamie? Well, here you go...

He stood at the graveside service, his stomach twisting wildly in disgust. Disgust at the reason he was there, at the lie being perpetrated on these people, at the girl that he’d broken. Patrick turned his head so that he didn’t have to watch Jamie’s fiancé. 

As the crowd began to disperse a man, about Patrick’s height, with salt and pepper hair and a weathered face walked up to Patrick.

“You Patrick?”

Patrick nodded.

“I’m Stella’s father, Frank,” he stuck his hand out to Patrick. The shook hands solemnly. “You should just leave her with us for now. I don’t think she’ll want to go back to DC right now.”

Patrick nodded again, thinking Stella’s dad was probably right. He couldn’t imagine what she was thinking; she hadn’t said a word to him since she asked him to stay with her while she cried.

“Thank you for bringing her Patrick, we’ll take it from here.”

“Yes, sir.”

They both turned to watch as Stella rose from her seat and walked to the grave as the men lowered the casket into the ground. She sunk to her knees and let out a heart-wrenching sob, making Patrick rethink everything. At the same time, Frank turned to another woman and went to hold her while she cried. Patrick looked at this family, not Jamie’s that was torn apart by the news he’d delivered. He didn’t understand why one prick in the ATF got to dictate people’s heartbreak.

“Come on Miranda, let’s get you to the car and I’ll come back and get Stella,” Frank told Stella’s mother.

She nodded.

Patrick marched up to the grave and picked Stella up, her arms looped around his neck, her head landed against his chest. He carried her to his car and put her in. He leaned over and secured the seat belt, she smelled like coconut.

After Stella refused to speak with her parents, Patrick had told them he would take her back to DC and check in with them about her coming home. They drove back to the house he’d borrowed from some friends in silence. Patrick’s mind warred back and forth about whether he was about to do something stupid and whether he could trust this girl he didn’t know.

Pulling into the driveway, he stared out the windshield. “I have to tell you something.”

Silence.

Patrick got out of the car, let Cooper out and then opened her door. “Come on, let’s go to the beach.”

He took her hand and the walked to the beach and stood gazing out at the ocean.

“All of this is a lie, Stella.”

This got her attention and she glanced up at him in confusion.

“Jamie’s not dead; he’s on an undercover assignment. I will lose my job if anyone knows that you know this truth, but I couldn’t…I … you are so…”

“What?!” Stella screamed at him.

Patrick took a step back.

“Do you mean to tell me that my fiancé would rather tell me he’s dead than tell me he’s going undercover?” Her voice was eerily low now.

“Not exactly.”

“Patrick, I swear to you, if you don’t tell me what the fuck is going on I will scream at the top of my lungs.”

Patrick started walking down the beach. “All I know is that I was supposed to tell you he was hit by a tractor trailer and it was fatal. He told me his assignment was only six months, so it doesn’t make sense that they did this.”

“Who did this? Does the government really do shit like this?” Her eyes were full of disbelief. “Do his parents know? Who did we bury today?”

“That’s above my pay grade Stella.”

Stella crumbled to the ground, Cooper stops prancing around in the ocean and runs to her. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?” She asks to no one in particular.

Patrick was silent. He didn’t have an answer for her.

They stayed like that, her on the ground, silent, and him standing staring into the surf for several minutes.

“I’m not sure how to process this, but I appreciate you telling me Patrick. I…Jamie being dead changed my entire life and now you’ve just changed it again. I know you can get in trouble for telling me, but I owe you big time.” She pushes herself up off the sand and brushes off some of the sand coating her legs. “I believe it’s time to go get hammered. This is not a just a “few drinks” situation, this is and I will not stop drinking until I pass out kind of situation.”

Patrick smiled, this he could be down with. He wanted to get drunk himself.

“I do some of my best thinking while drunk,” Stella commented.

“Says everyone who is about to get wasted.”

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Three hours later, still in their clothes from the funeral and down a full bottle of Crown Royal, they’d moved on to beer.

“You know…I’m going back to DC and going to law school. Fuck that asshole mother fucker.”

Patrick wiped some of the beer that escaped his mouth with a smile. “Yeah, fuck him. I mean who does shit like this.”

Stella gazed at her ring. “Why did he even propose, Patrick? I mean I don’t get it. If he just wanted to leave, why did he ask me to marry him?”

“No fucking idea.”

“Well, I’m not crying for him…you know, because it’s over. I cried because I thought he was dead, that’s enough.” She took her ring off and put it on the table. “Will you run me by his parents’ house tomorrow? I’ll leave the ring for them. I don’t want that shit.”

She stood up and absent-mindedly unzipped her dress, stepping out of it and throwing it on the heels she discarded earlier. Patrick took her in; she was gorgeous. Her black hair flowed down her back now in chaotic waves and tangles, her eyes were red-rimmed from crying, which made the green stand out more and her lips were begging for kisses. He shook the thoughts from his head. She was wearing miss-matched lingerie, like she hadn’t even known what she was putting on. The bra was pink with black polka dots and the underwear, if you could call it that, was solid red lace. His dick stirred in his pants. No fucking way.

“I’m going swimming,” she announced and she and Cooper moved to the door.

“Stella, don’t do that you’re drunk and the ocean…” Patrick’s words died on his lips as she took off down the stairs of the house to the beach and threw her bra on the sand as she went. “Fuck.”

Patrick followed her tight little ass as she waded into the small waves.

“Oh shit its cold,” she squealed as she turned around and motioned for Patrick to come in. Her breasts bounced and her nipples were…. Stop it.

“Fuck it,” he said to himself as he tore off his own clothes and ran into the ocean.

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