I like to believe that I was born with an elegant and quiet strength. These are personal qualities that I value and I have a habit of granting my female characters these same traits. But…what about those moments when I’m weak and unable to hold up a dwindling resistance? Everyone has a limit, an absolute breaking point when only the tender touch of another human being will help us rise from the shadows. When and if we fall…who will be there to help lift us up again?
These were the questions I pondered while pulling this tale together. It presents a teasing and seemingly simple scenario…Follow your heart or allow your mind to lead the way? Both forces hold equally powerful sway on the decisions we make from moment to moment every day of our lives….Which will emerge victorious this time? Desire or obligation?
As a side note…I originally considered titling this novella ‘Broken’; however, since I strive to remain an eternal optimist, I chose the name that brought the biggest smile to my face…‘Beautiful’…with a faint hope that simply reading this word of praise would do the same for some restless heart on the other side of this screen…LL♥
pieces of me scattering
no silver halo to guide fragile eyes
Dawn treading triumphantly along the golden horizon
broken no more, Hope Revived. Rescued.
Miyah has a choice to make…Her intimate attachments to the two men in her life possess the power to draw her closer to her heart’s desire or bind her from taking a chance on true love…Which destiny will she choose?
“And, of course,” a tiny dimple appeared in her chin as she spoke, “the first taste goes to the boss.”
Miyah carefully picked up one of the fancy treats and turned to Shawn. A playful smirk ran across her mouth as she held the dessert near his face. Her impish stare locked onto irises the color of white crystal surrounded by a halo of ocean blue. Hot pink lips stretched opened and prepared to sink into the heavy whipped cream but, at the very last second, Miyah withdrew the cupcake from within his tongue’s reach. A heavy laugh rumbled from the square chest underneath Shawn Dougherty’s white linen shirt. The top buttons of his dress shirt were undone, and Miyah watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down with each deep chuckle he released.
Shawn leaned forward again. This time, the teasing woman didn’t disappoint him…
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