Title: Fragments (Running on Empty, #1)
Author: M.R. Field
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 8, 2014
Synopsis
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Under the lights, amongst the jazz shoes, blistered feet and caked faces of the dance troupe, you pretend you’re someone else. The melody begins and your body responds. You allow it to weave into your skin until it’s made itself home in your soul. It is that dance that drives you. It is that dance that will continue to save you. It is that dance that will release you.
Until him.
Until your heart can no longer shut him out, even after he’s pushed you away.
You can’t let him in again, can you? There’s only so much of your heart left to give.
Alex
She is the reason I can’t stay. The reason that the covered bruises, the lies and the hurt are too much. I am no good for her. But when I see her again, I can’t stay away. Like Dante said, “The path to paradise begins in hell.”
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Excerpt
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“What’s got your chuckling over there, Bea-Bea?”
I inwardly sigh at my nickname. “Ah … nothing. It’s just me being silly.”
“Hmm …” he muses. “Sure … care to share?”
My face heats up. I don’t feel so brave anymore.
“No, it’s okay, really.” I cover my cheeks in embarrassment.
He notices instantly and starts pecking at me. “C’mon, Bea-Bea! You can tell me … pweeease?”
I lower my hands and give him a look. Should I? Shouldn’t I? His lips pucker in a duck face and I can’t help but laugh. You’ve asked for it. “Well, seeing as it’s such a shock for you to see me in my dance clothes, I contemplated wearing little outfits around the house just to watch you stumble and perhaps crash into something.”
I can’t help but grin; it feels nice having the upper hand in teasing for a change. Winding up the window, I notice that for once he hasn’t replied. I’m in my element, so I keep on going. “You know, just walk around and vacuum or answer the door, daily activities that I don’t care for, but just so you can act like a fool … Geez, Alex, never thought of you being shy. How times have changed.”
For a moment, I think I’ve embarrassed him, then as I tilt my head over my shoulder to see him, he’s not looking embarrassed. In fact, he’s looking … a whole lot tense. Narrowing my eyes at him, I challenge him with, “Um … care to explain why you’re clutching the steering wheel? Are you mad?”
He tilts his chin to the left and I follow its track, seeing the dance studio is in front of us. Oh, that was a quick trip, albeit a little weird just now.
“Oh. Well, thanks for the lift. I should be finished by four or five. I’ll tram back, no need to chauffeur.”
He pulls over as I’m collecting my tote from my feet, “Thanks again.” I smile, clearly trying to brighten up the tension I’ve caused. I grab the door handle, but am stopped when his large arm comes across my chest, essentially blocking me in. Our gazes lock.
“Bea,” he says softly, “I like that red underwear you own.”
“I ... ah ... am wearing it... today,” Releasing his arm from the door handle, he gently holds my face while staring intently into my eyes. “I especially like it when you wear your nightgown. That blue one you have on the clothesline? Try putting that one on and seeing what I’ll do.”
My breath hitches as I stare back into his eyes, my breathing suddenly coming in fast but
shallow breaths. He isn’t joking with me. His eyes have darkened, and his chest is rising rapidly also.
“See you tonight,” he whispers, and his hand cups my cheek. Please, please, please kiss me. Before my impatience takes over and I can move forward to kiss him, he’s leaning back and fastening his seat beat.
What just happened?
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