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Genre:Adult Contemporary
Word count:81,000
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When Josey Blackman meets Alex Blake, secrets from her dark past force her to question her perfect life. Josey is about to learn life throws you curveballs even after you find happily ever after. Every choice, even the right one, comes with a price.
First 250:
Shower time. I could do this with my eyes closed. Every detail was so burned into my brain.
Step in. Turn on the water. Adjust the spray, temperature. Reach out, turn on iPod. Today’s selection: “Time Is Running Out” by Muse.
Great. Please don’t be prophetic.
Shampoo in hand. Wash hair. Soap. Scrub. Rinse.
I stood in the hot spray, feeling my overworked muscles relaxing a bit. Not enough, but a little. I had been dancing way too much lately. I ached in places a younger body wouldn’t feel and I was tired. Stretching my arms out to brace myself on the wall in front of me, I closed my eyes and imagined a certain set of hands on me, rubbing that soreness right away.
The reverie was interrupted by heavy footsteps made by a tiny person. Tramp, tramp, tramp. It was Rose. My baby girl was five. I could not believe it. She came running in the room. Smart, funny, beautiful, healthy. All the things you want a child to be. And I loved her more than the moon. She carried none of my damaged psyche. In short, she was perfect. And not just because I’m her mom. It was the truth. I may be lots of things, but liar is not one of them.
“Mama, did you make my lunch yet?”
“Mama will be out in just a sec. Are you dressed?”
Same questions, different morning.
“Uh-huh.”
I couldn’t help but smile. She was exactly what I never knew I wanted.
When Josey Blackman meets Alex Blake, secrets from her dark past force her to question her perfect life. Josey is about to learn life throws you curveballs even after you find happily ever after. Every choice, even the right one, comes with a price.
First 250:
Shower time. I could do this with my eyes closed. Every detail was so burned into my brain.
Step in. Turn on the water. Adjust the spray, temperature. Reach out, turn on iPod. Today’s selection: “Time Is Running Out” by Muse.
Great. Please don’t be prophetic.
Shampoo in hand. Wash hair. Soap. Scrub. Rinse.
I stood in the hot spray, feeling my overworked muscles relaxing a bit. Not enough, but a little. I had been dancing way too much lately. I ached in places a younger body wouldn’t feel and I was tired. Stretching my arms out to brace myself on the wall in front of me, I closed my eyes and imagined a certain set of hands on me, rubbing that soreness right away.
The reverie was interrupted by heavy footsteps made by a tiny person. Tramp, tramp, tramp. It was Rose. My baby girl was five. I could not believe it. She came running in the room. Smart, funny, beautiful, healthy. All the things you want a child to be. And I loved her more than the moon. She carried none of my damaged psyche. In short, she was perfect. And not just because I’m her mom. It was the truth. I may be lots of things, but liar is not one of them.
“Mama, did you make my lunch yet?”
“Mama will be out in just a sec. Are you dressed?”
Same questions, different morning.
“Uh-huh.”
I couldn’t help but smile. She was exactly what I never knew I wanted.
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