Now This Is A Story…

xLarge-BeautyAndTheBrawlerAll about how…No, no, I’m not rapping. That is not happening. Why? Because its too early and I’d never have anyone visit my blog ever again…like ever. Now, on to more important manners! Did yah miss me? Who are we kidding of course you did!!! Why? Because the sunshine that is me is quite pleasant no? Yes! I owe you people an explanation as to what it is you’re currently witnessing to the left of your lovely screen. Shara made me do it! No, seriously, the woman’s a menace! She harasses, she bribes, she threatens to MDK the whole east coast–eventually, you count your losses and just give in, too afraid to pull out of the garage in the morning. Seriously…she frightens me.

Have you ever seen a fox stalk a hare? People, I’m the hare. Unfortunately she’ll simply give an innocent blink and pretend as though she doesn’t rule with a steel spike on her boots and leather in her whip. You’re gonna tell her I said that aren’t you? Traitor! And now that my ADHD has run it’s course, I’d like to tell you a bit about the lovely Luciano “The Philly Brawler” Antonelli and his lady love Samara Blackwell–who BTW has a nickname too but it really is early and I really am too scrambled to remember it. These two were a emotional roller coaster of laughs and tearful moments; tearful because sometimes I can be made into a beeyotch by my own story lines. And the insanity that seemed to latch itself onto their tumultuous, confusing, physics defying relationship by way of friends and family really did make me chuckle at the oddest times. All in all, I used the right word when I called this a roller coaster ride. Why? because no matter how many times you scream, you throw your hands up, you have a near death experience. You want to get back on again, and again, and again… 
Wanna read it do you? Of course you do! Calm yourself. All you have to do is click the cover to get to the buy link! But it doesn’t stop there! Here’s a wonderful excerpt to get your juices…er flowing? Was that the word I was looking for here? (shrug) Guess so. Hehehe…juices


Heavy brows drew downward as his amber eyes gazed at her unflinchingly, and the moment they slid from her face down to her torso, her stomach dropped. He knew. He knew because he’d heard and he was…

She couldn’t read his expression, didn’t know exactly what he thought, but when he returned those oh, so familiar irises to her own something ignited inside like her body recognized exactly who was standing in front of it. Samara swallowed to retain moisture in her mouth, the shouting match between Nyssa and Sansone turning into something muffled, sounding almost like the teachers on Charlie Brown.

“Yo!” Luciano suddenly snapped, causing her to jump as he pointed toward their siblings. “You two shut it.” He looked back to her. “You. Bedroom. Now.” Stepping past her, he strode toward the back as if he owned every square foot not only of her condo but her.

Samara stood there, watching his powerful steps, staring at the way his shoulders rolled with every step.

“Now, Sammie,” he demanded again without turning around, his voice casual.

Chewing her lip, she followed. When she reached her room, he was leaning against the wall near the door, something small in his hand. She sucked in a huge breath when she realized it was the ultrasound picture. Samara had set it out so she could frame it later.

The door closed with a soft click behind her. His doing. She would’ve kept it open, too terrified to stay anywhere alone with him not knowing what it was he was about to say or how he’d heard about the accidental announcement so fast. Not only that, but how exactly had he managed to drop everything and come all the way to Manhattan? Why had he dropped everything to come all the way up to Manhattan?

Was he here to tell her to her face that he didn’t want anything to do with her or the baby? Maybe he was. Maybe he resented her. Maybe he’d never had plans for a child. Maybe he’d walk out and never speak to her again. Did it make her weak that she didn’t think she’d be able to handle any of those scenarios? Was she stupid because all she really wanted was to hear him say he’d be here, that he was happy despite the unusual circumstances? Maybe. Or maybe she was human and a little vulnerable and simply wanted him not to regret the one night they’d had, because she’d never regretted it, and she never would. How could she? It had been one of the best times in her life. Point. Blank.

Samara lifted her chin and folded her arms across her chest, determined to live with whatever was about to leave his mouth. If she had to, she’d do it alone. It would be hard, that much she knew, and she’d probably cry and have to keep Nyssa from nuking all of Philly in a homicidal rage, but so be it.

Luciano straightened and walked toward her, eyes still on that ultrasound. When he finally lifted them, there was an inexplicable emotion in his gaze that took her breath away. Then his lips curved until they spread into a full-blown smile right before he was laughing. “When I asked if you wanted an Antonelli inside you this isn’t exactly what I meant, but I do believe it’ll do me just as much good.”

That was when Samara burst into tears.

One thought on “Now This Is A Story…

  1. I think LULU is having a sale this week, and I just have to find the code and get this story! As usual, you have produced yet another “must read” Thanks for the stories – they make my days, and sometimes nights ;

    sweetpea122 at rocketmail dot com

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