I began my story-telling journey first with my dolls, then it progressed to paper. I have a deep love for anything romantic, and I’m a believer that in love anything is possible.
I write (mostly) strong, witty and intelligent women and strong, sexy, intelligent men. (and my own little fantasy – they can all cook)
Most of my stories involve people with problems bigger than just trying to find love, making peace with the past and rekindling old flames. I love small towns, cowboys, rockstars, and men in uniform.
Excerpt from The Island
“So what are you saying?” I begged for an answer.
“I’m saying, I love you,” Gabe nodded earnestly.
“And I love you,” Michael echoed.
“This makes no sense,” I muttered quietly.
“No,” Gabe chuckled softly, “it really doesn’t. But it’s happening. I think we all knew it would happen too, right from the beginning.” He looked at Michael and Michael nodded yes. “Michael and I, we’ve been talking about this, and maybe we’re too late bringing it up and given tonight I’d say we were. We’ve been talking about what happens when we leave the island. Neither of us wants to be without you, and we’re yours. If you’ll have us.”
“This is so crazy.” I shook my head in disbelief. “I don’t even deserve one of you, much less both of you.”
Michael shook his head. “Not true,” he protested, “you deserve everything.”
I gulped a deep breath of air, not able to grasp all of this as a reality, “how? How would it work? I mean, I couldn’t share you guys with anyone…I don’t even understand how this can work.”
“With trust and love,” Gabe assured me. “The rest, I think we just figure out as we go along. As far as jealousy, seeing you with Michael makes me happy, because he’s happy. I love both of you, and it doesn’t bother me one bit.”
Michael looked at me, his eyes conveying a deep sincerity, “I don’t know, I don’t know why it doesn’t bother me. When I see other guys hit on you, I wanna kill em. I can’t stand to think of you with anyone else. When I see you with him,” he looked over at Gabe, “I don’t know. I like it. I’m happy. And I don’t want any other girls – I just want you. I want us.”
“Look,” Gabe told me, he held my hand and made sure I was looking in his eyes, “I know it won’t be easy. It’s uncharted territory for all of us, and people won’t always understand. I get it. But who gets to tell us how we love and what’s right for us? And you know this is right for us. We can make it work.”
So, the big moment you’ve all been waiting for is coming. No, not that moment. Though, it’s not that far behind. I’m talking about my moment of clarity.
I sat quietly, thinking about what they had just said. Was it possible to be in love with two people at the same time? It wasn’t something I’d ever considered before. My Barbie never married Ken and G.I. Joe, the idea had never crossed my mind. Nothing in my life could have prepared me for this moment. But was it possible to live outside the social norms and just be happy? I loved them both. I loved them as individuals, and I loved them together. Maybe for once, I should just throw caution to the wind, throw out every pre-conceived notion I had about love and relationships and say screw you, this is me. I was happy, really happy.
I stood up and walked towards the ocean, leaving the guys behind me. I needed to not see their faces while I thought. When I stood, Michael started to get up too, but Gabe grabbed his forearm to make him stop, he knew me well enough to know I like to think alone. I stepped into the ocean, letting the warm water roll over my feet. I felt like I was bathing myself, and maybe I was. Washing off old ideas. Washing off judgment. Cleansing myself for something new. I waded further out until the water was to my knees, it felt so delicious to have the salty water lapping at my skin, it was almost sensual. I walked until the water was about mid-thigh. I didn’t care that my dress was wet, I didn’t care about what they or anyone else was thinking right then. This was about me for once in my life.
I looked up into the sky and above me, the moon hung in it low, like a giant and shining light guiding me. There were very few clouds that night, and stars dotted the space above me. I felt like I was in a limbo between two heavens. The sparkling blackness that sat above me, and the shining blue sea at my feet. Something washed over me, a sense of peace. A feeling of love and purity, a sense of – of being whole. Yes, I felt whole. Something I had never felt in my entire life, and now here I am faced with two beautiful men who love me, and I felt truly complete.
I heard the water move behind me, and soon Michael was at my side. He took my hand and held it in his. I looked up at him and smiled, and then I looked back up at the moon. I felt arms wrap around my waist from behind, and Gabe planted a soft kiss on my shoulder.
I gazed up at my beacon of bright, luminosity, “I love you,” I said quietly. Not to one in particular. I didn’t need to anymore, it was a sense of union now. Michael stepped in front of me, still holding my right hand in his. He cupped my face with the other, and leaned down, pressing his lips to mine.
“Do you want this?” he asked in his sweet deep voice. “Please say you do.”
I nodded, “Yes.”