Dropping in with ‘Fragile‘, my new release today.
Thank you to everyone who has read it, reviewed it or given me feedback. I am so grateful #humblethanks even if I feel like I should be saying ‘sorry’ at times LOL. I had to tell this one. All that’s going on at the moment dictated as much.
OK, so here’s Stephanie and Justice #LoveChancesSeries no.6. Two lovely people from starkly different backgrounds who find love and manage to stick to a HEA against some seriously tough odds. Enjoy. #JustLove
Sample from ‘Fragile’
“A West Indian, eh?” he smiled again, swirling his chewing gum briefly with his tongue, which made my brain swirl right along with it. He reiterated my West Indian familial roots almost like it was some kind of inside joke. As if to say … one of those tiny places. Not in arrogance, more in curiosity bordering on frank amusement. I mean, I could definitely see his point of view … Africa was friggin’ vast.
“Yes,” I said, returning his cheeky smile with one of my own.
His eyes darkened, his gaze falling to my mouth.
In all of the five minutes we’d been talking, I couldn’t help feeling as if I’d totally lost track of time. What was more, I really didn’t want our little informal chat to end. There was something about Justice … there were many things about this man that intrigued me, not just his unusual name. I wanted to learn more. In fact, I yearned to know every damn thing about him.
Being in his presence made me feel all kinds of ‘special‘ … sort of exceptional, a singular sensation I hadn’t felt in a hell of a long time. The only thing I couldn’t quite square in all of this was, the enormity of what was going down. Drop-dead externals aside, I had no clue why he was having this kind of earth-shattering effect.
Sure, the dude was superbly fine, ‘I mean, su-per-bly-fine’, but there was so much more to it.
His energy, our sizzling vibe, the mischievous spark in those deep sable eyes, the intelligent air that had me buzzing, wanting to learn absolutely ‘everything’ there was to know.
“Well, nice to meet you, Stephanie. I hope you’re doing better now,” he said, his baritone dipping, laced with concern as he took another step back, while gesturing to my neck, referencing my prior altercation.
Right then, my heart started to burn with angst, as I cleared my throat, watching him withdraw. “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you … for … helping me. It was umm … nice … to meet you too.” I managed to stammer, my one-liners trailing pitifully, sounding standard and unspectacular … I mean, even despite my present immobilized state, I was never the smart mouth. I’d always been phenomenally crap at flirting.
But at that moment, what I wouldn’t have given for some of my sister-in-law Claudia’s finesse in that department… to find some way of making this man stay, even if I knew he had a job to get back to, as did I.
“Have a goodnight. And don’t work too hard,” he threw back, with a cocky smile and playful wag of a finger, as he sauntered to the door, casually unwinding some earbuds from his jeans’ pocket and stuffing them into either ear.
“Goodnight,” I croaked, coupling it with a feeble wave of my own, as my eyes fell from his sexy broad shoulders, raking over the most gorgeous torso and lingering on the firmness of one absolutely perfect ass.
‘Shit! I was an absolute goner …’
Sinking down into my leather chair with a breathless sigh, I managed to slide my reading glasses back on and tried … ‘tried‘ … to re-train my wayward thoughts back to the grind, to the tedious-ass task at hand. Galaxy Trading and RLS, a tech merger acquisition which on the surface was straightforward be it for the intricate stock to cash settlement agreements to be negotiated with the partners. The deal had been going back and forth for months and I’d inherited it on the home-straight. It had become my baby so to speak and my boss …” Fragile © L.S. Bergman 2018
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