Romancing Elle: A Murder in Greenwich Village
When Ellory Van der Berg arrived home to find her husband dead, her world was further thrown out of kilter when her first love...her true love...her high school sweetheart, Detective Jason Connelly was the first on the scene and assigned as the chief investigator on the case.
Beau Tied
Alex York lands the job of his dreams, but for whatever reason, he tells the boss that he's gay--which he's not. When Alex ask his best friend, an out of work actor, Beau Thompson, to pose as his boyfriend for a company event, the lines start to blur.
GOOD, BETTER, BEST, GREAT
Only, it didn't happen in that order.
My first…Cody was Great. The right amount of confidence and assertive (dare I say, aggressive?) and tenderness. He knew how to treat a woman. Even if we were only in high school.
Then it went downhill from there.
Ryan was pretty great, even if he lacked a certain…oomph. You know?
Tristan was acceptable, even if he lacked the experience. At least he was nice and pleasant to look at.
And Kyle was… adequate. I mean, he got the job done—oh, who am I kidding. He was terrible.
Now I’m at the bottom of the barrel…right? No place to go but up…right? God I hope so.
I need hope. I need… him. But who was he? Where was he?
My first…Cody was Great. The right amount of confidence and assertive (dare I say, aggressive?) and tenderness. He knew how to treat a woman. Even if we were only in high school.
Then it went downhill from there.
Ryan was pretty great, even if he lacked a certain…oomph. You know?
Tristan was acceptable, even if he lacked the experience. At least he was nice and pleasant to look at.
And Kyle was… adequate. I mean, he got the job done—oh, who am I kidding. He was terrible.
Now I’m at the bottom of the barrel…right? No place to go but up…right? God I hope so.
I need hope. I need… him. But who was he? Where was he?
I don't have a title for this project yet...
But here are the opening lines, at this point. Enjoy!
"Mom," Pete Jr., my eight-year old son called from the backseat while I was driving him to school. He'd missed the bus - again.
Sighing, I turned down the radio and glanced in the mirror at his scrumptious face. I prayed he wasn't about to tell me he forgot something at home. "Yeah, baby. What is it?"
"When you and dad get divorced, I want to live with you," he said with every ounce of seriousness as a surgeon would delivering a tragic diagnosis.
Gutted. I was truly gutted with that sentence. What struck me so hard was that he said when not if. I found my voice and said, as sweetly as possible, “What would make you say that, baby?”
“Well, Alex’s parents got divorced over the summer. Alex said they were fighting all the time, just like you and Dad do. He said he likes living with his mom more than his dad.”
I thought back to the morning and why Pete Jr. missed the bus. Peter and I were fighting - again.
Sighing, I turned down the radio and glanced in the mirror at his scrumptious face. I prayed he wasn't about to tell me he forgot something at home. "Yeah, baby. What is it?"
"When you and dad get divorced, I want to live with you," he said with every ounce of seriousness as a surgeon would delivering a tragic diagnosis.
Gutted. I was truly gutted with that sentence. What struck me so hard was that he said when not if. I found my voice and said, as sweetly as possible, “What would make you say that, baby?”
“Well, Alex’s parents got divorced over the summer. Alex said they were fighting all the time, just like you and Dad do. He said he likes living with his mom more than his dad.”
I thought back to the morning and why Pete Jr. missed the bus. Peter and I were fighting - again.