Excerpt:
Thunder rumbled
in the sky, and Elora rubbed her arms at the sound. At least most of the wall
was closed off already since the workers were busy focusing on the outside
construction.
She slowed as
she approached the dining room, her pulse throbbing in her ears. Vincent stood
at the window, staring at a familiar paper. She’d doodled on it a few hours
ago.
He glanced over
his shoulder and gave her a charming smile that sent her heart fluttering.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to poke my nose in here.” He put the sheet on the table
and leaned against the chair. “Did you draw this?”
Heat crept into
her cheeks that had nothing to do with the temperature. “Where are the other
workers?”
“They left early
because of the storm. I told Larry I’d let you know, but when I came inside, I
found this, and got distracted.” He pointed at the paper. “So did you?”
“Did I what?”
she asked, adding an innocent tone to her voice. It sounded… flirty.
He chuckled,
taking a step toward her. “Did you draw this?” He grabbed the pad and stopped
in front of her.
His scent
wrapped around her senses―sweat and the heat of sunlight―and a sudden flush of
warmth spread through her. “I was… doodling.”
“It’s great. Are
you an interior designer on top of a picture book artist?”
She couldn’t
help the burst of laughter escaping her mouth as she shook her head. “No, no. I
just enjoy drawing.”
He glanced at
the sketch of the sunroom. “Would it be okay if I showed this to Larry? He’d
love to use some of these concepts.”
“Richard
wouldn’t want me getting involved―”
“I won’t tell
him it’s yours.” He took another step closer, and she caught the hem of her
shirt, stopping herself from backing away. “If you don’t mind losing the credit
for your brilliant ideas?”
She grabbed the
drawing from him and frowned at it. “You really think it’s good?”
“I do. You’ve
got hidden talents, apparently.” His voice turned husky, and she swallowed hard
as she stared at him. “I bet you’re full of surprises, darling.”
Heat engulfed
her body at the pet name, and she drew a shuddering breath at the way he stared
at her. Not just in interest and lust, but something deeper.
She cleared her
throat, putting the paper on the table. “So, are you good at everything?” When
his smile turned lewd, she couldn’t help grin. “I didn’t mean it that way. I
meant… you’re a construction worker and you model? That’s quite the different
professions.”
“And it’s not
the only two, either.” He pulled a chair and sat, then motioned for her to do
the same. Once she took a seat, he leaned his elbow on the table. “They’re not
so distinct, when you think about it. I mean, I need to stay in shape… This
incredible body doesn’t happen overnight.”
She giggled.
Great. She sounded like a fourteen-year-old infatuated teen. With a loud sniff,
she tried to get rid of her embarrassment, but it turned into a snort, and they
both burst into a fit of laughter.
When was the
last time I laughed like this?
“Have you
modeled a while?”
“A few years. I
worked construction on a building in the city when an agent approached me.
Thought she was kidding when she offered me a contract, but it turned out
legit, so I accepted.” He ran his fingers through his dark brown hair. “I don’t
take on contracts often since it’s just a side job for me. I’ll usually only
say yes if it’s for a charity event or something like that. The Book Fair
donated the contest ticket price to an animal shelter, and I just couldn’t
resist helping out.”
As she stared
into Vincent’s brown eyes, the twinkle behind them seemed to hide a darker
side. But it wasn’t threatening; instead, it cradled her.
I’ll have to
thank Liana later for putting my name in the contest.
She smiled. “So
construction is your primary job?”
“No. I take
these jobs when a foreman needs an extra man, and since it’s quiet at my
workplace…” he shrugged. “What about you?”
She didn’t
mention the sudden shift in his voice; like he wanted to avoid talking about
his primary job. Still, she wasn’t one to push considering she wouldn’t give
him much information either.
“Just the
children’s books, but it’s slow. I have several tasks to do each day, but
whenever I get a few minutes, I love to put books together. Stories that’ll
inspire children not to suffer alone, feel loved even if they may not have
someone in their lives.” She traced a small dent on the wooden table. “But I
also enjoy drawing for fun,” she said, glancing toward the paper.
Ever since she
had imagined a greenhouse attached to the living room, design ideas had filled
her imagination.
A flash of light
ripped through the sky, followed by a crash of thunder, and she bolted to her
feet. Her breath came faster, memories of Richard throwing objects against the
walls resonating in her head. The first time she’d showed fear during a storm,
he purposely jump-scared her at every opportunity.
Vincent stood
and took her hand, squeezing lightly. She froze, his touch so gentle, yet firm,
letting her know he had her.
“Elora?” He
tried pulling her closer, but she winced, her shoulder still tender. “Can I
see?”
She’d kept the
sweater on, covering the nasty bruise that had turned a shade of green, purple,
and blue. Unable to speak as he held onto her hand, she nodded slowly. He
pulled the clothes to the side, his eyes narrowing on the wound, but he said
nothing as he pushed her clothes in place.
“It’s sore, but
nothing too horrible.” She tried pulling away, but he took a step closer,
closing the gap between them. “I’ll have to be more careful with the boxes next
time.”
“We both know
that’s a lie.”
Before she could
reply, thunder echoed, feeling like it shook the house from the ground up. She
yelped, instinct pushing her toward Vincent as he wrapped his arms around her.
He held her, and they both stood unmoving. As though even the smallest of
breaths would break the moment. The safety she felt with him was…
indescribable.
Guilt churned
her stomach as she thought of Richard. This was unacceptable. She couldn’t feel
these things for another man. She was married, and through better or worse, she
loved her husband.
Right?
She pulled away,
averting her gaze. “Sorry. Loud noises make me jumpy.”
He chuckled,
cutting through the heaviness in the air between them. “These big powerful arms
are here whenever you need them.”
She laughed.
“Thanks.”
“I should go. I
won’t be working here tomorrow, but I’ll be back next week.” He walked to the
entrance and opened the door. “Have a good evening.”
She hated that not seeing him for a while hurt this much.
Author Info
M. A. Fréchette writes the darker side of romance.
Being an extremist, she loves
both the dark aspects of life and everything sweet. All her stories are either
set in Canada where she lives or in alternate worlds she made up while living
within her imagination. When not writing, she thinks of the next scene or plot
while enjoying her work as a cover designer. Although she has a fascination for
monsters, with a bachelor degree in criminology, she understands there’s no
need to create the paranormal; humans are capable of inflicting nightmares of
their own.
How would you describe your style of writing to someone that has never read your work?
Romantic and dark―on both extremes lol It’s basically steamy romantic stories with some more tender moments mixed in with explicit violence, gore, etc.
Do you have a character that you have been working on for a long time that still isn't quite ready, but fills you with excitement to work on the story?
That’s a tough one because there are many, but I’d say the first character I ever created; Malika Lorand. She’s part of a seven-book series called Storm Owl Legend (dark fantasy romance), and although the first two are written, I’m not quite ready to put them out there until they’re revised a bit more.
Have you found yourself bonding with any particular character(s)? If so which one(s)?
Definitely, but I love them all in their own ways lol. One I was surprised with was Shiriki from my A Demon’s Love series. He was supposed to be a very minor character who didn’t have much importance, but ended up being one of the few characters who will show up in pretty much every other series within one universe, so his role went from 0 to 100, and I’m not sure why lol
Can you share your next creative project(s)? If yes, can you give a few details?
I’ve been working on a few projects. One is the book that’ll start the whole universe for many series, as well as a few other books within those series (around five at the moment). I’m also planning to start writing the sequel to my newest release, A THOUSAND WORDS, which will feature Rose and Benjamin. The working title for this one is A ROSE HAS ITS THORN and will explore the hidden past of Rose who’s been out for revenge for years, which collides with Benjamin’s current vendetta.
What are some of your writing/publishing goals for this year?
I always try publishing one book per year, but I’m hoping that I might be able to get two out!
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