She
didn’t understand love, not the golden, shimmering, romance-novel stuff that
existed between mates. She was skeptical of it, and had never been one to
pretend that it existed just for the sake of excitement. She didn’t know what
it looked like, what it felt like…at least, she hadn’t. But she realized, amid
the dancing tendrils of ivy that climbed the gazebo, that love – that good,
golden kind she’d always discounted – didn’t arrive with a blast of trumpets
and an earth-shattering epiphany. It was earned, formed, created, day by day, a
little at a time. And it looked like Mike eating toast over her kitchen sink,
felt like his hand smoothing her hair back off her face, sounded like his
sudden shout of laughter when she spilled a whole sack of flour out of the top
cabinet down onto her head in his kitchen, tasted like the kiss he used to make
up for it.
~Better Than You
Better Than You goes on sale tomorrow! I guess it's only fitting that the story I never meant to write took longer than I ever expected to proofread and polish. I'll make an official announcement when it goes live, and until then, just know how thankful I am for your readership.
Can't wait to get my copy!
ReplyDeleteAmazon is taking its sweet time making it available, but it should be soon!
DeleteGreat snippet! I especially like the last part of that last line.
ReplyDeleteShannon at The Warrior Muse
Thanks! :)
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