December Rain by A.L. Goulden
(August Fog #2)
Publication date: November 25th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Erotica, Romance
(August Fog #2)
Publication date: November 25th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Erotica, Romance
Synopsis:
Monica and Alex Waters have spent that last few months working to repair a broken marriage and rekindle their passion. Just as they start finding their spark, Quinn Matthews and his escalating career resurfaces, but this time Alex makes the decision to let Monica go.
The devastation of losing her high school sweetheart, her home, and even her dog twists Monica down a destructive path that alienates her from her closest friends and lands her on Quinn’s couch. Despite her efforts to resist jumping into his arms again, the spark between them reignites and sweeps her away on a whirlwind holiday adventure. She finds that falling in love with Quinn’s family and lifestyle is as easy as falling for his ocean colored eyes. The problem is that it’s all too easy, and when she sees that Quinn’s reinvented life has completely shifted towards her dreams, she starts to question whether he’s too good to be true.
Quinn has a secret that was never meant to be kept this long, but will Monica be able to trust another man who’s lied? And now that Quinn’s got his happily ever after in sight, he’s not about to let her go or share her with another man.
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Excerpt
The outdoor style shopping mall is
bustling with tourist and local art lovers. Rows of art galleries surround the
courtyard where a stage welcomes a local reggae band. Monica settles into a
groove and starts dancing with the crowd. Alex tries to hang in for a couple of
songs before he starts feeling claustrophobic and looks to the galleries and
shops around them.
“Go ahead,” she says with a loving
smile. “I’ll meet you down there… after one more song.”
He gives her a little kiss on the cheek
and glides his hand across her behind before making his way out of the crowd.
His attention is pulled by various pieces in gallery windows along the way.
There’s a large glass sea turtle in shades of green and gold followed by a
painting of an autumn forest with heavy texture. He stands daydreaming for a
minute until he’s distracted by a reflection passing in the glass. It’s so
brief he’s sure it’s his imagination. He barely catches a glimpse down the mall
as the backside of the man disappears into another gallery.
Alex follows the ghost, dodging through
happy couples and pushy salespeople trying to get his attention. Before he can
see inside the gallery, a painting that’s prominently displayed on a front wall
stops him. A cold washes over as he stands there staring at it. He slowly moves
inside, mesmerized by the familiar vibrant paint strokes until he sees a few
people gathered in the back. A man talking to two smiling women stills himself
as Alex’s eyes freeze on the back of his shaved head. No words were needed as
the tropical air takes a chill. Even the women sense a showdown, and step back
to give Quinn room.
Quinn turns. What do I say?
Fuck! I thought that was him. I hoped it wasn’t. Quinn moves very
slowly towards Alex. Is he gonna hit me? I do deserve it. Might as well
get it over with. “Hey.” Quinn pauses near the center of the room
waiting.
Alex swallows hard, his nostrils
flaring and fist clenched. His jaw flexes as his breathing grows heavier, but
the emotions just start to turn to mush. His eyes fill as thoughts of his new
friend’s betrayal wash over and the painting draws his eyes again.
“I’m sorry Alex,” Quinn says quietly.
Monica nearly passes the gallery on her
way to see their friends when Alex’s shirt first catches her eye. She halts and
shifts backwards until she sees the painting and stops. It’s a female figure
bent forward reaching for her toes. The abstract form of her body in swirls of
orange and reds is cradled by a man swathed in blues and purple. Oh my
God! That’s me. That’s us, stretching. It can’t be. He’s...
She struggles for air as the tears
swell, and she can already feel him. As she stands there, not crossing the
threshold, the two men watch her. When her eyes finally land on Quinn,
electricity fills the room. She can only see him and the deep tan that
backdrops the pale oceany eyes reaching for her. A warm drop gently slides down
her cheekbone as her breathing syncs with his. His lips move slightly hinting
at words that he can’t find, and she struggles not to run into his arms.
Alex’s discomfort is audible as he
clears his clogged throat to rattle her attention to his worried eyes. She
steps in and touches his hand briefly. “I’ll be outside,” she says, turning
without another glance at Quinn.
Her feet move quick as her thoughts try
to keep up. What are they doing? Alex is gonna hit him. I can’t believe
he’s here. What are the odds? Did he know we’d be here? No. Maybe he moved
here. That painting was him and I together. Would Alex know that? It’s pretty
abstract. Fuck! This can’t be happening. Before she knows it, she’s at
the other end of the mall near the parking lot. She settles on a bench to wait
for the world to stop crumbling around her.
AUTHOR BIO:
I'm a designer, author, wife and dog-lover living in the South Pasadena area of California. I got my BFA in Film Production from the Academy of Art University in San Francisco, but my love of a good story came way before college. I remember writing my first full story in fifth grade on a typewriter. I cut and pasted it into a book, complete with cardboard cover and taped binding. Things have changed a lot since then. With the magnificent digital age I can produce books and give them to the world without a sticky mess.
In college numerous instructors and peers praised my dialogue pushed me to hone my storytelling skills. Of course the need to cut and paste was still there, so I went into the world of Production Design and Art Direction for films and television. It gave me the ability to connect design to storytelling in a way that no other career can. The past 18 years have spun a unique perspective on visually emotional tales of relationships and the thread that ties all things together. Now I'm shifting focus on the driving force that brought me here... stories. I hope that I can share a unique perspective on life, love and the pursuit in all of the above.
Author links:
In college numerous instructors and peers praised my dialogue pushed me to hone my storytelling skills. Of course the need to cut and paste was still there, so I went into the world of Production Design and Art Direction for films and television. It gave me the ability to connect design to storytelling in a way that no other career can. The past 18 years have spun a unique perspective on visually emotional tales of relationships and the thread that ties all things together. Now I'm shifting focus on the driving force that brought me here... stories. I hope that I can share a unique perspective on life, love and the pursuit in all of the above.
Author links:
http://www.author-algoulden.com/
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7736956.A_L_Goulden
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7736956.A_L_Goulden
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