Have you missed me? True, I've not been around much lately. Blame my alter-ego.
I finished edits on Brock and Tricia's story, and decided to change the title (again...if you're keeping count, this makes title #3!) I won't tease you any longer; here is a blurb and excerpt:)
Tricia Alexander's dreams are haunted by a mystery lover. When she discovers the man she met in a nightclub is from another planet, will she accept his story or kick him out?
Brock was young Tricia's imaginary friend and confidant, and watched her grow up over the years. After gaining permission from the leaders of his planet, he sought to bond with her twice before, but with little results. When he's given a final chance, will he succeed? Or will a family crisis prove too much?
Excerpt:
“We’ve never formally
met.” His fingers stroked her hair. “But I’ve known you for a long time.”
A stalker? A devoted
customer? “But the restaurant’s only
been open for two years.”
“Yes; I’m proud of your success.”
“Did we go to college or high school together?” Thoroughly confused, Trish searched her
memory.
“No. Tricia, try to
understand what I’m saying. I met you
when you were four years old.”
“Four years-We were living in the country and our nearest
neighbor was a mile away. I don’t
remember any playmates until I started school. Were our mothers friends or
something?”
“I didn’t meet you in that manner.”
“I’m waiting.”
Brock took a deep breath.
“You say you had no playmate. But
you had an imaginary friend.”
A shock chilled her blood.
“H-how did you know?” Indignation
took over. “Lots of children do that; so
what?” But the memory assaulted her. She’d spilled her secrets, her most private
thoughts over the years, to an imagined best friend. It had become a habit by the time she’d reached
the third grade, and had often talked to her favorite doll or stuffed animal,
until her hormones kicked in at puberty, and she’d discovered boys. But even at night, sharing a dorm room at
college, or even an apartment, she’d found herself silently talking to herself,
expressing thoughts she couldn’t tell anyone else, or even write in a diary.
Brock tipped her face upward. “You’re remembering.”
She felt the color drain from her face. “Who are you?”
Brock cleared his throat.
“At four, you called me ‘Louis’.
At eight, it was ‘Shawn’. At
twelve, you decided you needed female companionship, so I became ‘Kathy’. And as time went on, various other names of
men you liked.”
“How-how can you know this?” Tricia struggled to sit up and stay in
control of her swirling emotions. “God,
you make me sound like a mental case.”
She wrapped the blankets around her and turned her back.
She heard him shift his weight. “I’m not exactly from Earth.”
That
did it. Tricia got to her feet and
pointed to the door. “Out.” She refused to admit the sight of his naked
body still aroused her. “Out, before I
call security.”
Like what you're reading? Heart's Last Chance will be releasing next month, so you can be sure I'll be having a contest soon!
