As posted on the Indie Romance thread, I've been busy writing my third novel, When I See You. It is scheduled to release in early November 2011.
Below is an excerpt from my published novel, Seeing Julia.
Here's the premise for the book:
Seeing Julia is about a young widow who questions her ability to start over again, but then experiences a connection with her dead husband's best friend that neither one seems prepared for. Just when she's begun to trust this stranger, she learns of betrayal-betrayal that has her questioning everything and everyone she believes in, including herself.
Here is an excerpt from Chapter 1 for Seeing Julia.
Chapter 1 - In the after again
I've been here before. I've done this before. At sixteen, I buried my parents, at twenty-three, my fiancé, Bobby. And now, almost four years later, my husband, Evan. I'm here, again, in the after. Here's what I know: death abducts the dying, but grief steals from those left behind. There is less of myself with every loss.
I stare at the red glow of the cigarette for a long time and then, inhale deep. A rush of nicotine courses through me. I don't smoke. Except today, I do.
The lit cigarette provides the only light in the church stairwell where I take comfort in the cloak of darkness and estimate having another five minutes of anonymity before Kimberley comes looking for me. Five minutes to get it together to let the Oxycodone and nicotine do their thing-one to get me to an anesthetized state; the other because breaking the rules seems like the one thing I should do for him on this day. I lay back and willingly suffer the sharp metal edge of the stair that digs into my back. The pain is real enough, but it's nothing compared to the steady ache pulsing inside of me already. I close my eyes. This stairwell sanctuary envelops all of me.
Christian Chantal's distinct French accent and the southern drawl of another man's voice a few flights above pull me from my reverie. "I'm glad you came. He'd be glad you were here," Christian says.
"I had to come. I still can't believe he's gone. I just saw him." The stranger's voice catches with emotion. "I'm taking the red-eye flight back to London tonight. There are many things that need to be taken care of over there. Here, too. What does she want to do about Hamilton Equities?"
"I don't know. She's pretty broken up, right now. I haven't had a chance to talk to her."
"What will she do?"
"I don't know. She's been through a lot, even before this happened. She's amazing that way. We just have to help her get through it," Christian says.
"I don't know…Evan getting married again so soon after Elizabeth's death and no pre-nup with this one." The way he says this one causes me to wince.
"He wanted to give her the world. He really loved her. Julia's the real deal."
"And she loved him?"
"You're so cynical," Christian admonishes. "Of course, she loved him." The men's voices get farther away. The echoing sound of a metal door opening and banging shut drowns out the stranger's response.
Weary, I lean my face against the cool cement wall. How many others at this funeral were going to be suspicious of me? How many would question my motivation in marrying Evan so soon after we first met? Do I really care? Does it even matter? I just want to rewind back time to ten days before, when it was just Evan and me playing with our baby and watching the storm rage outside.
The light bursts on overhead and I sit up, startled, even though I knew she would find me. My respite ends as Kimberley runs up the stairs toward me. "There you are." She appropriates the lit cigarette from my hand and takes a few tokes of her own. Then flicks it to the ground and steps on it with her black Stiletto. "It's almost time." I nod. She flashes me one of her I-know-this-day-sucks looks. I allow myself a wan smile as she helps me up.
"Did you find her?" Stephanie leans through the doorway below and wrinkles her nose at the smell of smoke still drifting in the air. "Julia, you don't smoke." She fishes out fresh mints from her handbag and adroitly hands them out to us.
"I can do whatever I want." I manage to say, though raw emotion constricts my throat. I think our kindergarten teacher is at a loss for words as my assertion reminds her of why we are all here. The empathy for me emanates from both of them. No one wants to be me on this day. "I need a drink," I whisper to Kimberley as she pulls me up from my sitting position.
"Julia, we all need a drink. In another hour, we'll do just that." If anyone can make something better out of this day, it will be Kimberley Powers.
We enter the foyer at the back of the church. I glimpse all the people inside. A mixture of panic and sorrow rush at me. I will not cry, not today. My two best friends link their arms with mine and bestow me with their strength. The Oxycodone begins to kick in and man-made serenity slides over me. We enter the hushed church of four hundred restless strangers. All eyes are upon me, as the three of us, dressed in variations of designer black, make our way down the middle aisle to the front pew. I keep my head bowed, not wanting to be here, not wanting to be any part of this day. Yet, I am here and Evan is not.
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