Aspiring writers are told “write what you know”.
I took that advice to heart.
I know two things… business (based on decades in new business development) and romance (based on falling and staying in love with the man of my dreams).
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A Short Story On Author Island
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Interview And Fave Paranormal Book Contest
December 1, 2009
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Host - My Christmas Traditions
February 15, 2010
Elise flipped through the samples, looking for the exact right card stock. How many chances would she get to plan a masked ball? Only one. She wanted it to be perfect.
She glanced over at David Lyons, standing close but not too close, both of them intensely aware of the other. She wanted it to be perfect for him. He turned his head, their eyes meeting, his slow smile lighting a fire deep inside her.
“What color scheme did you decide upon?” he asked as though it was the most important thing in the world.
As though she was the most important person in the world. He had a gift for that. Of focusing in on a person. “As many of us will be in black, I thought gold and ivory.” The gold would pick up the light. The ivory would be softer than white.
“Classic yet rich,” his voice warmed with approval.
“Exactly.” She returned her attention to the paper. He went back to approving the guest list. She liked that he did that in this designated war room, not in his own office. It allowed her to spend time with him.
Spending time with him was the reason she accepted this board position. Other charities had wanted her but none of them were headed by such a driven, passionate man.
Elise valued passion. Life was flat without it.
“Will you be wearing black?” He didn’t look up from the list.
“Yes.” She wanted to blend in, not stand out. So attendees wouldn’t know for certain who she was. She’d be mysterious.
“You have your mask already?” His fingertips drifted over her back as he passed.
Her body reacted. It always did when he touched her. “Not yet.”
“Good.” And with the enigmatic comment, he was gone, the room a degree cooler with his absence.
Elise opened the glittery gold lid, brushed aside the tissue paper, and stared. It was a mask, the most beautiful mask she’d ever seen. Gold with exquisite baroque detailing, covering her face from the tip of her nose upwards.
There was no return address, no card, but Elise knew in her heart whom it was from. She stroked it with her fingers and smiled.
Cecile at All I Want And More is interviewing me today!
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Come on over and say hi!
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or you win it in the monthly contest,
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http://alliwantandmore.blogspot.com/2009/10/giveaway-with-ms-kimber-chin.html
There are two shows I watched regularly
for entertainment
and The Tudors is one of them.
Here is Jonathan Rhys Meyers looking dapper
in a great fitting tux.
The hair (both on his head and on his face)
give the classic look
a bit of an edge.
Photo Taken By angela n.
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“The Olympics.”
“Halloween.”
“The New World.”
The volunteers offered themes for the charity’s annual evening. David ignored all of them, tapping his pen against the boardroom table as he waited. There was only one opinion he wanted.
“A masked ball.”
Finally.
“A masked ball?” Grasham spluttered. Everyone turned to stare at the woman seated beside him. She was the picture of cool professionalism, conservatively clad in a tailored navy blue pantsuit, her hair twisted on top of her head. They were clearly surprised that the idea came from her.
David wasn’t. He was pleased. He had studied Miss Elise Abrams for over two years. He knew she was a secret romantic. Although she’d never admit it, claiming to be married to her work, she longed for love.
As he did. It was time they found it.
“Yes, a masked ball.” Her high cheekbones were pink. “They held them in Venice. It’d be an easy theme. We could supply masks or attendees could wear their own. The men in tuxes, the women in evening gowns.” Her normally crisp tone softened.
“I think-”
“I like it.” David cut Grasham, that idiot, off. The theme didn’t matter to the charity. They’d attract the same donors they always did, raise the same amount of money they raised every year. But the theme did matter to his future wife. It would be a realization of a secret fantasy. Masks. Mystery. Romance.
“You do?” Elise turned those big brown eyes his way, searching his face.
“Very much.” He liked her very much. She was hard working, generous, intelligent, and beautiful. “So we’re decided?” He glanced from board member to board member. Their agreement was a formality. It was his charity. His was the only vote that truly mattered. “Good. A masked ball, it is then.”
As the others talked excitedly about the theme, David dropped his pen. It rolled on the table, Elise picking it up, her long, dainty fingers caressing it, stroking it from nib to cap, before she held the pen out to him. He intentionally brushed her skin as he took it from her. A shiver of awareness passed through him and he knew from her heightened color, she felt it too.
Romance she wanted, romance she would get.