Lace is a good friend and she writes erotic stories. She’s got a series going on at Evernight Publishing and man, oh, man, this cover for this one is awesome. Check her out if you get a chance- you’re going to love this series. I think the name of this story is great. I have this saying about life is all about perception so I’m intrigued about what this title can lead to in the story! This is book three of the series. Check out the excerpt below (it’s rated PG or under).
The world is full of secrets…
Drea Fortier, a reclusive philanthropist whose painful past influences her belief that there can be no happily ever after for her, reaches out to help others in the hope she can transform their pain and give them hope for the future. Drea’s own story, as well as that of her assistant, Michael Smith, is slowly revealed throughout the Secrets series.
Book Three: Perception
Laid off from her job and evicted from her apartment, life couldn’t get much worse for Melinda Atkins. Dylan Maguire invites her to stay with him, but the strings attached are more than Mel is ready to take on. After all, she’s ten years older than him. And more years than that separate her and the models he photographs. He will lose interest.
Dylan Maguire has tried everything else to convince the woman he loves that he’s forever material, that their age difference doesn’t matter. He’s out of options. Afraid he’s on the cusp of losing it all, Dylan submits a request for help.
“All you have to do is tell me what’s wrong.”
“Fine. You want to know? Do you really want to know?”
“Yes, damn it.”
Melinda gulped down the rest of her wine and stood up, almost nose-to-nose with Dylan. “Well, here it is, then. I not only lost my job, I’m getting evicted from my apartment. They’ve sold them as condos. And guess what. Having no job, I’m guessing I won’t qualify to purchase said apartment.”
The shock on Dylan’s face almost made her want to laugh. “Yeah,” she said. “It’s that bad. Everything in my life just tanked.”
“Not everything,” Dylan said. “I’m still here, and I’ll be here for you.”
“No, you won’t.” Mel felt the bitter taste of her laugh. “And you’re too young to even understand that.” She walked away from him, over to the fireplace, desperate for some distance. It took longer than she thought to get her emotions under control. Taking a deep breath, she turned to him. “Look, Dylan. You can’t fix this. I have to figure it out. Please, just leave it alone.”
Dylan reeled as if she’d physically slapped him. In a way, she had. In a matter of seconds, his face went from disbelief to a smooth, blank stone. “I see.” He yanked his shirt over his head, then turned away and slipped on his shoes.
Mel almost broke when his shoulders slumped for a moment, but he straightened them. And she knew as he turned back, what he was about to say would devastate her.
His voice was quiet, but volumes of emotion filled the simple words. “Just so you know, this thing between us…this age thing—” He pointed to her, then tapped his own chest. “It’s all you. I know where I’m at and where I want to be. With you. Forever. For the long haul, not the short term.”
He grabbed his jacket. “So this problem between us? It’s not me. It’s you.”
He looked like he was going to say more, but he shut his mouth tight. Mel could see him struggling to keep the emotion in and it killed her that she was hurting him like this.
In the end, Dylan walked over, kissed the top of her head, and muttered a “call me if you need anything.