Neve felt awkward, suddenly alone in her skin, and aware that Seth was looking at her.
He returned the wrench he had been using to the steel tool box sitting on the table and wiped his hands on his shirt. Neve watched him intently, trying to find the words to explain what she was feeling, why she had reacted the way she did at the firing range. But she didn't know how to justify her behavior, while still keeping her demons close to her chest. "I'm sorry for pushing you." Seth offered, broaching the divide. Neve stared at him, her tongue frozen inside her mouth. Just when she thought she had convinced herself he was nothing special, he would say or do something to prove her wrong. No matter how she tried to swing it, he was entirely good. And she was running out of excuses to keep him at bay. |
BOOK REVIEW"I really, really enjoyed reading Eden, and as someone who has dyslexia, reading isn't always enjoyable. I liked the pace of the story and the journey you take with the characters. I couldn't put it down. There was one moment, I won't spoil it, where I almost threw the book as I was so surprised! I highly recommend this book to anyone, seriously, anyone!"
- CJ Smith |
Moments later, Cassandra May opened her eyes and was startled to see Michael standing at the back of the room staring at her.
"Michael, I didn't think anyone else was here. Masha said I could practice..." She stammered, trying to get over the embarrassment she felt. Michael walked towards her. "Did you write that?" He asked, ignoring her explanations. "Yeah, it's not finished, just some ideas I've been playing around with." He stood in front of the stage and held her gaze. "You know, we could really make something if it, if you wanted to." He suggested. She bit her lip cautiously and studied his face. "Okay." She exhaled, finally. "Okay." He replied. "Shall we get started?" Cassandra May stared back at him in surprise. "You mean now? Here?" Cassandra May suddenly felt like she was staring over the edge of a great ravine, her heart in her throat and adrenaline pulsing through her veins. She was terrified but also intrigued. "I'm game if you are?" Michael added, noting her hesitation. She took a deep breath and decided to leap off the edge. "Alright, let's do it." |
BOOK REVIEW"Tatyana has done a great job at drawing her readers in. It was hard for me to put the book down! A beautiful story for every woman, Light reading but for those who want to take it farther, there is room to do it. The way she has described places and the environment has brought the story to life, I was able to picture it like a movie."
- Pauliean |
Back north, in the inner blue grass territory, Josephine stood on the front porch of her two-story home. Dressed in jodhpurs and riding boots with a silk camisole on, she cradled a cup of tea in her hands and sipped it lightly. Despite the heat of the morning, the hot brew gave her a sense of comfort, a simple familiarity that had grown vitally precious in the wake of recent events. Is this the beginning of the end? She wondered. Officials had been somewhat vague about what was going on, pleading for patience while experts assessed the situation in detail. The country was entering a "new environmental pattern", the media had explained. The government had instated a temporary national restriction on all water use and stockpiling, in what they insisted was merely a precautionary action. But Josephine doubted the integrity of their words. What ever crisis they were trying to avoid was already setting in. It was November in Kentucky and the temperatures were pressing 100 degrees. Not to mention the absence of a proper night cycle in three days. The door behind her creaked open and she heard the sleepy drawl of her beloved son.
"Ma, is it still day?" She greeted him with a tender smile as she shrugged her shoulders in bewilderment. "It is darling. Now what do you suppose we've done to deserve this?" |