Book Tour: Truth Kills by Jamie K. Schmidt

 
Truth Kills
Truth & Lies #1
By: Jamie K. Schmidt   
Releasing September 30th, 2015
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Truth & Lies Series
Aged out of the system and battle worn from unsuccessful foster care, four women on the cusp of adulthood find passion and their paths in life through the help of an anonymous fairy godmother type who calls herself the Benefactrix. 

Book One:  Truth Kills

A healing and emotionally fragile girl unknowing falls for the nephew of the man who killed her family.

College freshmen, Phoebe's new lover is sexy, creative and willing to let her act out all her dirty fantasies.  Unfortunately, Keith's not telling her the truth about who he really is and the secret past that binds them together. When his Uncle breaks out of prison to search for the "girl who got away," Keith risks losing the best thing in his life by admitting to Phoebe that his Uncle killed her parents.

Phoebe Jones lost her family during a home invasion when she was only thirteen. She's the only one of the four girls who remembers a loving family. The Benefactrix has given her a full boat scholarship to the local college, where Phoebe meets a graduate student who wants to do a story about her family. But Keith Parker isn't without his own demons. His Uncle, now on death row, was one of the men who broke into Phoebe's house eight years ago. What started out as a project for understanding and healing is complicated when Phoebe & Keith act on the explosive desire between them.

Phoebe craves to be in control sexually and Keith is more than willing to let her have her way with him. What started out as a hot fling rapidly becomes something deeper. Keith knows he'll lose her if he reveals who he really is, but the lie has taken on a life of its own and threatens to destroy not only their relationship but Phoebe's fragile self confidence and freshly won self esteem.
If Phoebe Jones could have skipped her high school graduation ceremony, she would have.  But she promised her three best friends, that she wouldn't flake at the last minute.  After all, they were the only family each other had.
            While she listened to the Valedictorian drone on about social responsibility and the environment, Phoebe let her guard down and allowed a forbidden fantasy to come forth.  Looking out of the corner of her eyes, she found a family on the sidelines.  Phoebe pretended that the blurry couple was her mother and father watching proudly, sneaking pictures of her in her cap and gown.
            When an unexpected tear leaked out, her breath shuddered out of her in a ragged sob.  She was too old for this shit.  Blinking, Phoebe turned and proved to her aching heart that they were strangers.  Her own parents were dead.  Gone for eight years.  Murdered.  Sacrificing themselves so she could escape.  Phoebe shook her head violently.
            No.  She would not revisit that night.  Not here.  Not now.  Not ever again.
            "You okay?" Kelly, her roommate from the group home, whispered.  Kelly had been raised by her grandmother until she was ten. Then dementia hit and Grannie burnt the house down with them in it. The fire fighters had only been able to save Kelly.
            Phoebe didn't trust herself to speak, but she nodded.  Kelly gripped her hand and Phoebe clung to it like a life line. Kelly didn't let go, and thank God for that.  Phoebe looked around, desperate to find a friendly face in the crowd.  She spotted the matron and two of the day staff.  The other girls from the dormitory style home were scattered around.  Phoebe caught a glimpse of them here and there.  They weren't close.  Most of the girls were came and went so fast, forging friendships were tough and most of the time weren't worth the effort.  Not when she had Kelly, Larissa, and Maryann. 
            Craning her neck, she caught Maryann's eye from several rows behind them.  Maryanne’s family cooked meth.  The state took her away when she was ten and her parents never showed an interest in taking her back, which was just as well because they were in and out of jail most of the time.  Maryann waved and then mimicked taking a huge drink from an imaginary glass.
            I hear ya, sister.

USA Today Bestselling author, Jamie K. Schmidt is a hybrid author who has over thirty short stories published in small press and ezines, and a variety of novellas and books online. Her Club Inferno series from Random House has been in Amazon's top 100 ebooks sold and Barnes and Noble's top 10. She has a dragon paranormal romance series at Entangled Publishing. Book one of the Emerging Queens series is The Queen's Wings.
Jamie holds a Bachelor of Arts Degree from the State University of New York at New Paltz in Secondary Education English, which is a fancy way of saying she went to college to teach high school English. When that didn't pan out, she worked as a call center manager, a Tupperware consultant, a paralegal, and finally a technical writer for a major conglomerate company. She is an active member in the Romance Writers of America (RWA). When not writing, Jamie relaxes with a mug of hot tea and knits or makes beaded jewelry.
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We are so excited to share Heather Lyons' THE COLLECTORS' SOCIETY ENCYCLOPEDIA with you today! THE COLLECTORS’ SOCIETY ENCYCLOPEDIA is a compendium to the Collectors' Society Series and includes a wide range of character stories, facts and little known tidbits. It’s a must for the true collector in all of us. The books in The Collectors’ Society Series are Adult Romantic Fairy Tales, full of adventure and fantasy.
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For those previously introduced to the mysterious Collectors’ Society and its mission, eager to discover more, The Collectors’ Society Encyclopedia is the perfect full-color companion piece to the series. Within are detailed entries elaborating upon various agents and employees as well as key villains suspected of targeting and destroying Timelines. Backstories, relationships, secrets, and clues are revealed alongside a thorough bibliography of important Timelines and their designations. Profiles are also included of the Institute in New York City as well as Wonderland. Society fans and lovers of classic literature will undoubtedly delight in unraveling the secrets that lay within these pages. Librarian Encyclopedia Introduction   Alice Encyclopedia Page  

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heather_front_headshotHeather Lyons writes epic, heartfelt love stories and has always had a thing for words. In addition to writing, she’s also been an archaeologist and a teacher. She and her husband and children live in sunny Southern California and are currently working their way through every cupcakery she can find.        
   
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Cover Reveal: Metamorphosis by Jennifer Carole Lewis



Metamorphosis by Jennifer Carole Lewis 
Publication date: February 2016 
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal Romance
Praise for Revelations: Book One of the Lalassu

From Writerin Progress: “This is one of the best love stories I have read in a long time.”

From Romance Novel Giveaways: “I was on the edge of my seat with ‘Oh my gosh, WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?!’ almost constantly coming out of my mouth.”

Ron McBride thought his life couldn’t possibly get any worse.  He’s been physically transformed, hunted across most of North America and is haunted by the failures of his past.  Now it looks like he’s about to die in the Canadian wilderness.
When he wakes up in the tiny community of Bear Claw, he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven.  Particularly when he meets Lily Charging Bull, a beautiful young woman whose family runs almost everything. But there’s a reason why no one has found Bear Claw before.
Lily and her family are skinwalkers, able to shift between human and animal form.  For generations, they’ve protected thelalassu who can’t blend easily with human society, often lethally.  The question is, will they offer Ron sanctuary or will he vanish like last year’s snow?

 
Chapter One

            Snow’s ethereal silvery beauty was best appreciated by someone who wasn’t having to slog through it, Ron McBride decided, pushing his way through clinging white drifts. Halloween might be a few weeks away but this far north, winter already had a solid grip. Light-headed and dizzy, he shook his head against the illusion of the dark trees merging with the sky, forming a cage around him.
            Without the strength of his enhanced muscles, this cross-country detour would have dropped him hours ago. As it was, he began to wonder if he’d made a fatal mistake. Hell of a thing if his paranoia ended up killing him.
            Four months of running. Four months of carrying the burden which weighed down his jacket pocket. Never staying in any one place for more than a few days. Always making his way further north and west, searching for the tiny community Virginia Harris had told him about. He’d already learned the fine art of scrounging for cash-only day labor but after his captivity he needed to be extra careful. It was too easy to accidentally lift more than he should have been able to or move faster than human reflexes allowed. People noticed and then he had to leave quickly before his hunters showed up on his trail.
            He’d been moving steadily, trying to fulfill a promise with little more than one name which didn’t appear on any maps and another name which had been an alias. He’d been forced to try and research both without drawing any attention to himself. All he could do is keep moving forward and hoping that he would eventually find someone who would recognize one or the other. He was exhausted, worn out from constantly being on edge. He’d had a few lapses, blackouts which ended with mad scrambles to escape. Just a few days to rest. If he could get them, maybe he could finally start planning rather than reacting. Find a way to fulfill his promise and then find a way home.
            Yesterday, he’d hitched a ride with a trucker who’d promised to take him to one of the remote supply towns in northern Canada, near the Alaska border. Ron couldn’t even remember the name through the fatigue fog drowning his brain. It had been lost but he did remember the man at the rest stop, poking at the collection of sunglasses, candy and toiletries under the harsh fluorescent lights. The one dressed in plaid and jeans, with a baseball cap pulled low over his features. There had been a jarring addition to the traditional trucker uniform. Expensive leather boots.
            He didn’t know who the man was or what he was doing there, but he wasn’t about to take the chance. He ducked back out the door and began to walk. The snow fell lightly on him, promising to cover his tracks in fluffy obfuscation. His dark clothes would help him to disappear into the dense woods.
            Nearly twenty hours later, his choice didn’t seem so brilliant anymore. There was a lot of wilderness up here. He could wander for weeks and never come across another human being. He only had a few basic survival rations in his backpack. Without warmth and shelter, he wasn’t going to have to worry about his former captor finding him. His corpse would vanish without a trace.
            The picturesque puffs of snow floating down from the sky might make a lovely postcard but they clung to his hat, hair and clothes, melting and refreezing into dense chunks of ice, weighing him down. His fingers shook with cold despite being pressed into his armpits as he walked. He needed to stop soon and take a chance of pursuit catching up to him if he wanted to survive. Just a little further.
            The light faded rapidly into grey-blue twilight. Ron knew he needed to stop and build a shelter except his body seemed to have acquired a terrible inertia, plodding endlessly. It took more effort than he wanted to believe to force himself to stop and actually look at his surroundings.
            Black silhouettes of pine trees jutted into the sky all around him. The steadily falling snow piled into waist high drifts. He needed some bare ground and a fire. Numbly, he remembered a lesson in survival training. Birch bark burned, even when wet. Staggering through the snow, he peered into the forest, searching for tell-tale white trunks.
            His frozen fingers bled as he pried strips of bark from a birch and broke branches to burn from a nearby pine. He found a small gap in the snow, blocked by three large trees growing close together. He used a branch to sweep away the sparse accumulation of snow and laid out the supplies for his fire. It took him three tries to get a match to light and another three before he got a piece of birch bark alight. Luckily the branches he’d broken were relatively dry and pitchy, catching easily and flaming brightly.
            The warmth hit him like a truck, sparking an irrational temptation to crawl directly into the tiny fire to thaw his frozen body. He clenched his jaw against the pain of blood returning to numb extremities. He’d give himself a little time to warm up and then he’d go collect more wood and see about a shelter. Just a little time.
            His weariness seduced him into dangerous unconsciousness. Ron felt as if he’d only closed his eyes for a moment when a snuffling sound popped them back open. His fire had burned out and the cold ground had leached the remaining warmth from his legs. It was dark, far too dark.
            His body wanted to collapse back into sleep. A tiny piece of his brain shrieked warning that if he did, he would never wake again. He needed to get up and get moving again.
            As he rocked back, preparing to rise, the darkness in front of him moved.
            Adrenaline cleared away the twin clinging cobwebs of exhaustion and cold. The image in front of him suddenly resolved into perfect terrifying clarity.
            A bear stood less than five feet away from him.
            Ron’s hands trembled as he watched the animal. It was monstrous, the shaggy head easily the size of his torso. Even on all fours, the shoulders would reach his waist and the massive hump over them would be halfway up his chest. If it stood, he guessed it would measure ten feet. Dark brown shaggy fur blended into the darkness, except for a short slash of golden brown over its shoulder, like a crescent moon.
            The bear huffed at him, clacking its jaws together. Controlling his fear, Ron slowly moved up, using the tree trunks for balance. If he could go slowly enough, maybe he could get out of range before it took an interest in him. His legs were numb and sore, ensuring he would have no chance of outrunning the creature.
            Except it didn’t seem aggressive.
            It kept looking at him as if trying to figure out what he was. Perhaps it hadn’t seen a human before. If ignorance kept it from trying to eat him, Ron could happily let it continue. He thought bears were supposed to hibernate in winter, though. He vaguely remembered reading that a bear who was awake in winter was considered especially dangerous.
            “Good bear. Nice bear,” he croaked.
            The bear’s ears went flat against its skull, exactly like an annoyed cat. It snorted and shook its head.
            “You don’t want to eat me, Mr. Bear,” Ron continued. “Go on and find a pik-i-nik basket somewhere.” He stopped as the creature let out a low growl.
            Okay, so much for the human-voice-calms-wild-animals theory. The bear reached out with an enormous paw and raked through the remains of his fire. A few glowing coals shone amid the ashy flakes. Then it poked at the remaining crisped fragments of birch bark, growling again.
            When it turned and began to amble away across the clearing, Ron saw his chance. He eased himself around the trees and started walking slowly out of the bear’s sight. A good plan and one which might have worked if his legs had cooperated.
            His stiff limbs collapsed under him, dropping him to the ground with a massive thud. The bear’s attention immediately swung back to him and primitive instinct took over. It didn’t matter how many times he’d been told to never run from a wild animal, his feet were pumping before his brain could consciously give instruction.
            Running wildly through the woods, he heard the bear crashing behind him. This is it, he told himself. I’m going to die now. He tried to summon his enhanced strength for a leap into a tree but his abused muscles had already had enough. He slammed into the trunk and then rolled down the hill on the far side, his backpack flying off and scattering his belongings across the snow.
            A tree graciously halted his downward tumble, catching his head and shoulders with a tooth-rattling abrupt stop. Stunned, he could only stare at the top of the ridge as the bear looked down on him.
            The life of Ron McBride, ended by Canadian wildlife. Embarrassing, but at least no one would ever know. He braced himself for the inevitable crunch of jaws.
            The bear stared at him, outlined against the inky sky. Then it turned and walked away.
            He couldn’t believe his luck. Instead of being a bear’s before-bedtime snack, he was going to get to die of a combination of exposure and a concussion. He patted his jacket, feeling for the hard lump he carried. Still intact. He tried to force himself to his feet but he was too weak. Wearily, he stared at the green and blue lights floating in the sky above. Maybe this was for the best. All the things he’d done and seen. Maybe they should go to his grave with him.    
            Resignation pulled him down into the darkness.

Jennifer Carole Lewis is a full-time mom, a full-time administrator and a full-time writer, which means she is very much interested in speaking to anyone who comes up with any form of functional time-travel devices or practical cloning methods. Meanwhile, she spends her most of her time alternating between organizing and typing.

She is a devoted comic book geek and Marvel movie enthusiast. She spends far too much of her precious free time watching TV, especially police procedural dramas. Her enthusiasm outstrips her talent in karaoke, cross-stitch and jigsaw puzzles. She is a voracious reader of a wide variety of fiction and non-fiction and always enjoys seeking out new suggestions.

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Book Tour: Best Worst Mistake by Lia Riley


Best Worst Mistake
Brightwater #3
By: Lia Riley
Releasing October 20, 2015
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The third sexy and emotional novel in debut Avon author Lia Riley’s Brightwater series set in the mountains of Northern California

Sometimes the worst mistakes turn out to be the best…

Smoke jumper Wilder Kane once reveled in the rush from putting out dangerous wildfires. But after a tragic accident, he’s cut himself off from the world, refusing to leave his isolated cabin. When a headstrong beauty bursts in, Wilder finds himself craving the fire she ignites in him, but letting anyone near his darkness would be a mistake.

After her Hollywood life went up in smoke, Quinn Higsby decided to leave Tinseltown behind and returned to Brightwater to care for her ailing father. Spending her days in a small bookstore, her peaceful existence is up-ended by a fascinating but damaged man. Quinn is determined to not to be scared off by Wilder, not once she’s experienced the heat of his passions.

But when an arsonist targets the community and Wilder is accused, he must confront the ghosts of his past. Will his desire for Quinn flameout or will he be able to tame the wildness inside and rekindle a hope for their future?
It had been a while since he’d been in the company of any woman who wasn’t a medical professional or intimately involved with his brothers. Also, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he had a type and this forward, strong-looking woman fit it right down to that thick wavy brown hair pulled back at the nape of her long sexy neck.
Necks were underrated female geography. He loved how they tasted when he kissed them there, how they smelled as he nuzzled.
Equally fascinating was her lush mouth, how the corner remained quirked on one side despite the natural pout, as if in perpetual secret amusement.
This woman was bright, spunky, and happy, despite her father’s miserable situation. His heart sank. He had nothing to offer someone like her, not when his whole world had burned to a cinder.
He shook himself inwardly, not moving a muscle. No point succumbing to the ugly truth, however true. Maybe he could pretend to be a normal guy for the night. Normal except for the scars, the missing leg, and the fact he hadn’t spoken to a living soul since Sawyer dropped off his groceries six days ago, and was tongue-tied around strangers at the best of times.
Shit.
What would Archer do? His younger brother was good with people, especially the ladies. He’d navigate this situation like a pro.
She gave him a tentative smile, probably because he was staring at her like a loon.
Compliments. Women like compliments.
“Your teeth are real white,” Wilder blurted. Goddamn it, the words hung over them like a comic strip balloon. He wished for a string to grab on to, so he could stuff the idiocy back into his mouth, swallow it down.
“Excuse me?” Her shoulders jerked as her lips clamped, clearly not anticipating the awkward flattery.
At least he hadn’t said how much he liked her neck. Yet.
Damn, this was a mistake. He wasn’t good with people. Didn’t like people. Didn’t need people.
Lia Riley writes offbeat New Adult and Contemporary Adult romance. After studying at the University of Montana-Missoula, she scoured the world armed only with a backpack, overconfidence and a terrible sense of direction. She counts shooting vodka with a Ukranian mechanic in Antarctica, sipping yerba mate with gauchos in Chile and swilling XXXX with stationhands in Outback Australia among her accomplishments.

A British literature fanatic at heart, Lia considers Mr. Darcy and Edward Rochester as her fictional boyfriends. Her very patient husband doesn't mind. Much. When not torturing heroes (because c'mon, who doesn't love a good tortured hero?), Lia herds unruly chickens, camps, beach combs, daydreams about future books, wades through a mile-high TBR pile and schemes yet another trip. Right now, Icelandic hot springs and Scottish castles sound mighty fine.


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 Can love really conquer all?

Thirteen years ago, Lenora Baker and Nathan Roque ran into each other in their boarding school courtyard. Despite the bitter losses and experiences that they were both nursing in their hearts, they somehow managed to find in each other a passion that healed as powerfully as it burned. But demons aren’t chased away that easily. 

Now, thirteen years later, everything is rekindled with a ferocity that neither of them can ignore. They’ve found their way back to each other but in this conclusion to the trilogy, their hope for the love-filled future that neither of them ever believed that they could have is on the line. 

Life happens; disaster rocks the already shaky ground that they’re standing on, and dreams begin to seem like nightmares. Will they find the answers to the questions that have plagued them for so long, or will they once again succumb to their fears?






CHAPTER ONE

LENORA

At first I didn’t know what was wrong. I just knew that he had stopped and it was driving me out of my mind.
“Your legs,” he muttered in shock, and lifted his eyes to mine. “You just wrapped them around me.” A beautiful smile broke out on his face but all I could do was stare guiltily at him, my heart pounding violently within my chest. I fought the urge to hang my head in shame.
“Yeah …” I replied, my voice a mere whisper but he was too happy to notice. He carried me away from the wall and back to sit on the bed. Lowering himself to the floor, he sat down and gently wrapped his hands around one of my ankles. The feel of his palms against my skin was pure fire, and it was searing me with guilt.
“Can you feel my hands?” he asked, as he raised his warm blue eyes to mine. I couldn’t believe that I had ever thought them cold. Right now they were flashing with barely contained excitement, and his entire face was lit up in a way that I’d never seen before. He was ecstatic with joy … and I was evil.
“Lenora?” he called, wondering why I wasn’t responding. I forced a smile to my lips and nodded, because quite frankly, any attempt to open my mouth would have caused me to choke. Unconsciously, I started pulling my leg away from his hold.
“What is it?” he asked, concern pulling his brows together. “Does it hurt?”
I shook my head.
“I’ll go call Gary,” he said and rose to his feet, but I quickly reached out and caught his hand.
“No, wait,” I said and he stopped.
“What is it? Are you alright?”
“Uh …” I began, but I didn’t know how to say what I needed to. So I just took my gaze away from his and stood up. My hands were trembling.
The moment he saw me standing, he froze. He was silent for so long that I had to return my gaze to him. There were tears in his eyes.
“Oh my God,” he said quietly. “How? When? You can stand?”
I nodded and he came over to draw me into his arms. Shutting my eyes, I allowed myself to rest against his chest and tried not to think of the disaster that was coming as he stroked my hair. With the widest smile on his face, he leaned away from me to look into my eyes, and then he looked down at my legs.
“Holy shit! When did this happen? Did you just try now? It’s not possible for you to be able to stand so quickly.”
I wasn’t answering any of his questions so he brought his eyes back to mine. I didn’t want to have to report myself so I hoped that somehow he would figure it out, but if he didn’t, I wasn’t going to lie to him either. I’d done enough of that already. It took him a few more seconds but with the panic so evident in my eyes, the suspicion eventually came to him as to why I was acting so strangely. The moment it did, his hold loosened around me.
“When did this happen?” he asked.
“A while ago,” I muttered.
Silence.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was a bit scared … w-worried that it might not be … permanent.” Damn it! I was lying again, but his countenance had changed and it terrified me.
His eyes narrowed as he considered this. “That doesn’t sound right, you would have told me.”
I stared guiltily at him.
“You’re lying to me.” he accused, but I didn’t respond. “Nora?”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, in hopes that it would help calm my jittery nerves, but it didn’t. “I … I was okay in the hospital.”
His arms completely left my waist.
“Please don’t be mad at me. I mean you can be mad but … please …”
“Lenora, what happened?”
He called me Lenora. I swallowed painfully.
“I was better in the hospital.”
“You’ve already said that. And that was more than a week ago. When exactly were you better?”
“After the surgery.”
He briefly closed his eyes, and I knew that his patience was wearing thin.
“When exactly after the surgery?”
“As soon as I woke up.” I whispered.
Calmly he said, “I didn’t catch that.”
I knew that he did but either way I repeated myself, this time a bit more audibly. “Immediately after I woke up.”
“You lied to me that you were paralyzed?”
“I didn’t lie, I just …”
“You what?”
“I don’t know where to start explaining from.”
He took a deep breath to calm himself, and it gave me a bit of hope. “Are you alright now?” he asked.
I nodded.
“You don’t feel pain anywhere?”
I shook my head.
He turned around and started walking towards the door. “I’ll speak to you later.”
I ran after him and threw myself in front of the door. “Nathan, let me explain.”
“I don’t want to hear it right now. I’ll call you later.”
“Nathan, please.
“Lenora,” he said calmly, “you want this straightened out right now, I get that. But I don’t want to listen to what you have to say until I calm down.”
“Okay, but do you forgive me?”
He looked at me like I was out of my mind, and for a second there, I felt like I was.
“I haven’t even heard what happened yet.”
“Then let me tell you.”
He took a deep breath and folded his arms across his chest. Right then I hated more than ever that he was so much taller than me. As I stared up at him, I felt more intimidated than I’d ever remembered feeling in my entire life. I started speaking as fast as I could.
“I didn’t plan for it to drag out as long as it did. It was just something that Wendy suggested, and I knew it was a terrible idea but –”
“Lenora, you’re rambling.”
“Stop calling me Lenora!” I yelled out of nowhere. I then lowered my tone. “And stop looking at me like that.” Tears stung my eyes.
“How am I looking at you?” he asked.
“Like I betrayed you.”
He didn’t respond to that but he didn’t have to.
“I didn’t betray you,” I said to him. “You haven’t even heard why I did it yet. How can you just rush to a conclusion?”
“Are you getting offended right now?”
“Stop speaking to me with that voice.”
“What voice?”
“It’s cold,” I said. “You’re making me cold.”
I took a step closer to him, and then another, until I was pressed against him. Holding unto the crook of his folded arms for support, I lifted myself on the tip of my toes and pressed my lips to his, but he didn’t respond. He didn’t even close his eyes. He just watched me.
“Did you break up with Damian?” he asked.
I answered quietly, “I haven’t yet, but I plan to.”
I couldn’t meet his eyes anymore as yet another lie was revealed. Calmly, I took a step to the side so that he could leave. He unfolded his arms and pulled the door open.
“I did it for us,” I said, and he stopped. “So whatever you eventually decide to do, just know that I did it for us.”
“I’ll call you when I’ve calmed down,” he said, and closed the door behind him.

NATHAN

As I drove home her words rang in my head. I did it for us, she’d said, and that was all it took to complicate how I felt. I was angry, but now I was also troubled because thirteen years ago, that was exactly what I’d told myself when I’d left without speaking to her. So what right did I have to be mad at her now?
I didn’t even want to think about what reason she could have had for pulling off this stunt but one thing was for sure, I was shocked-shocked to the core because I would never have expected this from her. She’d actually tricked everyone into believing she was paralyzed. I still couldn’t believe it.
Ever since she’d gotten sick, I’d not been myself. At first she’d gotten better, then she’d gotten worse, and then she’d gotten better again but with what I thought was a sentence to a life that I was terrified would crush her. I was ready to help her through it, to give her as much support as she could possibly need and even more. I’d renewed my contract here in New York the day after I’d cooked lunch for her. Gary had refused to say anything more to me other than to wait until she was okay so for the last week, I’d been consulting spine surgeons all over the country trying to find a glimmer of hope that would encourage or help speed up her recovery. And in all that time when I was worried out of my mind, she was lying to me.
I wasn’t raging mad, but I was deeply upset and it was worse because I didn’t know when I was going to get over it enough to listen to her reason for it. It didn’t matter much to me anyway because whatever the reason, she’d still done it, and that was the sin because actions had consequences.
I didn’t want to speak to anyone so the moment I got back to my apartment, I went straight to bed. For the last month I had had no peace of mind or sleep for that matter, so now that she was okay, I was going to rest. However, just as I got underneath the covers, the door to my room opened and my dad appeared in the doorway.
“Alexandre?”
“Hey Dad,” I responded.
“I heard you come in,” he said in Portuguese. “I thought you were coming home later? Is Lenora okay?”
“She is,” I replied. “She just needs to rest so I left.”
“Okay,” he said, but the slight concern in his tone showed that he suspected something was wrong. He probably thought I had been chased out by Damian again, so he turned and left me to myself.
More than an hour later I still couldn’t sleep. I needed to clear my head, but the only way that could happen was if I spoke to her and I wasn’t ready to do that yet. So I got up to find the book I’d left in the living room the previous night, and occupied myself until I eventually fell asleep.

LENORA

I especially kept my phone with me throughout the rest of the evening. I also left the door to my home office open just in case for some reason, he couldn’t reach my cellphone and tried calling the phone in my office instead. However, he didn’t call.
He didn’t call all through that evening, or the next day and the next, until I had to leave my apartment for fear of losing my mind.
Damian had come by earlier in the day to see how I was doing. I was in bed throughout his visit so I didn’t have to lie or not lie. I just stayed still and talked with him a bit about the gallery show he had coming up. He had just a few months now and since he’d been distracted for the past month with my illness, he needed to give his full attention to it. I didn’t say anything because I wanted to be reconciled with Nathan first before I told him the truth. I didn’t want to have to handle both of their wraths at the same time.
As I drove out into the bustling New York City night, I thought about whom I could go to for help in sorting out my dilemma. Wendy had already caused too much damage so she wasn’t an option, while Carlie and Elisa were still angry with me from when they’d found out a few days earlier. I sighed heavily. I was back to being an expert in isolating the world from myself. But still they were all I had, so I decided to head to Elisa’s’. She would be more forgiving than Carlie.
I was driving as carefully as I could because it was the first time in what seemed like forever since I’d been behind the wheel of a vehicle. Also at the back of my mind, I was still a bit scared that karma was going to get me for what I’d done. Maybe my legs would suddenly turn numb or I’d wake up again to find out that I couldn’t move.
My nostrils stung as tears filled my eyes. Yes, what I’d done was terrible because I was one of the lucky few that had recovered from this injury, and I’d practically insulted that luck. But after what I’d been through I was filled with a lot of fears, and for once I wanted to at least be sure of something. Now it seemed like it had all backfired.
Nathan hadn’t called me in two days. Two freaking days. It felt like forever and I was close to freaking out, but I couldn’t call him. He’d told me to wait until he’d calmed down but with each day that passed, I became more terrified that he would never fully forgive me. I stepped on the gas pedal and increased my speed to Elisa’s.

It was just after 8pm in the evening when I arrived, and Peter was the one who opened the door for me. He had a sympathetic look on his face when he saw me and immediately gave me a hug.
“Are you alright? Are you sure? Are you meant to be walking?” He kept on asking, despite my continuous insistence that I was okay. I appreciated his concern, but all it did was remind me that at any moment, I could become sick again.
I found Elisa in the kitchen and went straight to her.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“You can’t still be that angry with me.”
“I am. Although I’m happy you were able to drive here. Why didn’t you call your driver? I don’t like it.”
“I’m fine.”
She eyed me suspiciously before returning her gaze to the batter she was mixing in a glass bowl.
“Did you need some fresh air?” she asked. “Is that why you came out? You could have just called me to come over.”
“It’s fine. What are you making?”
“I want to deep-fry some fish.”
I moved to the other side of the counter, sat on a barstool and thought about how to broach the subject with her.
“Nathan came over two days ago,” I eventually said. As I’d expected, she listened properly enough to detect what I was really trying to say.
“What do you mean by two days ago?” she asked as she turned to pull the refrigerator open. “Hasn’t he been coming every day?”
At my silence she stopped, and glanced at me. “What happened?” she asked.
“I told him.”
Her face held a look that was a mixture between shocked and angry’.
“Lenora …” she complained.
“Shouldn’t I have told him?”
“That’s not what I’m saying,” she said, sounding pissed all over again. “Do you know what he’s been going through with you being sick? I can only imagine how he feels right now.”
“Elisa, you’re making me feel worse.”
“You should feel worse. You really should. Have you told Damian?”
I shook my head. She sighed, got a pack of mushrooms from the refrigerator and returned to the counter.
“What did Nathan say?”
“That’s why I’m here.”
“What do you mean?”
“He said he’ll talk to me when he calms down.”
“And it’s been two days,” she said.
“It’s been two days.”
“What do you want me to do?”
I was silent for a while as I considered the question. Then I asked, “Could you call him?”
“No!” she replied without even bothering to look at me.
“Elisa –“
“Lenora, no! Wait, just like he said. Wait for him to calm down.”
“Elisa, please. Just ask him how he’s doing? You don’t have to talk about me. He was really upset.”
“Did he yell at you?”
“No, he wasn’t…angry. He was just …” I exhaled in exasperation. I couldn’t find the words.
“Upset?”
“Yes! And that’s worse.”
“Lenora, out of respect for Nathan I don’t want to get involved.”
“I know but please, just this one time.”
She didn’t respond but she didn’t have to, so I behaved myself and helped her get dinner ready for her family.
After she was finished with dinner, we went outside to the backyard. She brought out her phone to find his number from her contact list while I fought the urge to hide behind her back. She put it on speaker and the moment his voice came through the receiver, something hard hit my chest and knocked the breath out of me.
“Elisa?”
“Nathan,” she said with a smile. “How are you?”
“I’m okay. Is everything alright?”
She huffed. “Of course. Can’t I just call you to say hi?”
Her voice was unusually high and it sounded so fake that I slapped my palm against my face. He was silent for a few seconds
“Okay,” he said quietly. “We’ll go with that. How’s Peter and –”
“They’re fine.” she quickly replied.She didn’t know what to say after that so she turned to me with widened eyes.
I didn’t know what to say either, so she started to say goodbye but then something occurred to me. “Ask him about his dad.” The initial plan had been to whisper the suggestion to her but my voice came out too loudly. I closed my eyes and shook my head in self-pity when I realized that he’d probably heard me.
“Oh, um, how’s your dad?” she spurted out.
“He’s doing well; I’m taking him back home tomorrow.”
“Oh, okay,” she said, and I almost screamed.
“What do you mean okay?” I whispered way too loudly. “Where home? I mean, what home? Ask him if he’s traveling.”
“Are you traveling?” she quickly asked. “I mean, where do you mean ‘home’?”
“Yes, I am. I’m taking him back to Portugal tomorrow.”
My heart dropped into my stomach.
“Okay, have a safe trip,” she said, and she ended the call. I wanted to punch her.
“What do you mean by ‘have a safe trip’?”
“Lenora, I’m too old for this. Nathan loves you so stop fucking torturing me. Pick up the phone and call him.”
“I can’t do that, he told me to wait.”
“Then wait!” she almost yelled. “You’re making me anxious too. Let’s go inside.”
“I’m going home,” I said, suddenly angry with everyone – her, myself, Nathan, this whole mess of a situation.
I picked up my keys and wallet from the counter.
“Why won’t you just wait?” she asked.
“Because he’s leaving,” I cried. “And he might not come back. He’s going to be in Portugal for who knows how long and then he has to go back to Atlanta. There’s no time. I’m so freaking confused.”
I turned around and headed towards her front door. She followed me.
“You know you should have a bit more faith in what you two have. It’s survived this long; his absence is not going to break it that easily.”
“It’s not his absence I’m worried about.”
“I know, but Nathan loves you.”
“When has love ever solved anything?”
“Lenora he moved to New York because of you. He’s not going to just…”
“What?” I interrupted. “What do you mean by he moved to New York because of me?"
“He wanted to try to get in contact with you again.”
“But he’s been here for a year already. Why did he only recently contact me? Wait … he didn’t even contact me. We only met coincidentally through the documentary. And I was the one who made that happen.”
She sighed. “Maybe he would have found a way.”
“That’s an assumption. He probably would have just gone back. What if I hadn’t gotten sick? He never pushes for me.”
“Lenora …”
“Isn’t it true?”
“He was there when you were ill.”
“Exactly.When I was ill. He only cares when I’m in danger. That’s the only time I become a priority. When everything is alright he gets complacent. Why am I even bothering with him? He’s so freaking unreliable. He’s going to up and leave again, just like he always does.” I turned around to leave, upset at why I was even bothering with him. At the end of the day he was going to just do what he wanted, or whatever he’d managed to convince himself was the right thing to do. He always did. “I’ll call you later,” I said.
“Please drive safely,” she called out. “And call me when you’re back home.”
I got into the car and started on my way back to Manhattan. Everything I’d said was true, and it frustrated the hell out of me that none of it agreed to strike me hard enough for me to go my own way. I still continued pondering on how I was going to reach him before he left. What if he never came back? My chest was tight with anxiety, and then anger at how infuriating he was. If Elisa hadn’t called him I wouldn’t have even known that he was leaving the country. Ideas continued to elude me, so out of desperation I finally just picked up my phone and called his father. He picked up on the first ring.
“Nora,” he rejoiced.
“Hi Nicolau,” I said, a smile creeping onto my face despite the turmoil that was brewing in the pit of my stomach.
“I haven’t heard anything from you for a long time. How are you doing?”
“I’m fine,” I said, trying to keep the bitterness out of my voice. “I haven’t seen you either. Hope you’re doing okay.”
“I am, thank you for calling.”
“You’re welcome,”I replied. It was quiet for a few seconds and I felt like a crook in every way, but I had no other choice.
“So, when are you going home? I mean, how long are you staying? I hope it’s going to be a while.” I said, my eyes rolling into the back of my head at my deviousness.
“No, unfortunately. I leave tomorrow with Alexandre. So sorry I forgot to tell you. I think we’ll be leaving early in the morning, I’m not sure how Alexandre planned it.”
“Oh, okay. That’s lovely. I’ll miss you.”
“Oh me too,” he said in a happy voice.
“I wish I could see you before you left though.”
“Of course!” he exclaimed. “I’ll tell Alex to send me over now.”
“No,” I almost yelled. “I mean, I’ll come to you.”
“Of course not,” he said, sounding as though he thought my plan was an abomination. “You’re not well. Alex said you can’t walk.”
“I’m fine now,” I replied. “I’m even driving. I’m just coming from my friend’s place.”
He took a few seconds to consider the offer before he eventually said, “Then in that case, please do. I’ll be so happy to see you.”
“Thank you, and, uh, if you don’t mind, please don’t tell Alex that I’m coming over.”
“Oh, okay. Do you want to surprise him?” He sounded excited.
“Uh … n-not really.”
He again remained silent for a while as he considered my request. Then he said, “Okay. He’s not yet at home anyway so you might not see him.”
“That’s fine.” I said, but the taste of the words in my mouth were sour. Either way, half of something was better than nothing at all so I pushed my gloom away, and headed over to his apartment in the Time Warner Center.



I currently live in England. My days are spent in the Project Management field while my nights are spent with books. I'm either reading them or writing the ones that I want to read. My favorite things and in this particular order are books, Korean dramas, ice cream, and people who smile through everything. I consistently tell people that these are the four things they need to be happy but do they believe me?
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