Author Bio:
"My name is Charlie Daye. You may not realize this but
Charlie Daye is not my real name. It's a pen name that was created using my
nickname. If I could legally change my name to Charlie, I would but my mother
would have a heart attack. *Grins* Sometimes I question what my parents were
thinking when they named me because when you translate my birth name to English
it means scarf. Yes, that is correct... I was named after an article of
clothing. When I was a little girl I always dreamed of being a world
champion kickboxing super model but alas that was not meant to be. So, I
settled for writing stories about gorgeous women who know how to kick some
serious ass. The guys are pretty hot too though. My childhood was quite entertaining especially with an
imagination like mine which intensified after I found my first book by Richie
Tankersely Cusick. I never had an imaginary friend but I have come across a
ghost or two in my time that have scared the crap out of me and I swear I saw a
flying saucer in Vegas! My sexy Italian husband is a chef by trade and makes the
most amazing chocolate lava cakes for dessert - they are just sinfully
delicious but I still refuse to eat asparagus. It's just nasty! We have an
American Bulldog named TinkerBell who is a giant sized baby that hogs up the
entire bed."
Excerpt 1:
"Then let me be the first and hopefully the last.”
“Bold words.”
He grinned, “Nothing worth having is ever given freely.”
I laughed, “So, I’m a prize to be won?”
“You, my dear, would be the equivalent of climbing Mount Everest. The journey will be long and daunting but the rewards… immeasurable.”
“You do realize that some who have attempted the journey have never made it back alive, right?”
He moved the hand that rested at my waist up to cup the back of my neck and kissed me softly on the cheek. I closed my eyes and sighed. It had been so long since I’d felt the warm caress of lips across my skin.
“You, sweet Julietta, would be worth any peril,” he whispered at my ear."
He laughed humorlessly. “If there is one thing I have
remembered from my previous life is that it is not a good idea to piss off your
father. If we’re going to do this, I want his blessing this time.”
I dropped my
head on his chest, “He will never give it.”
He pulled me
away from him so he could look down into my face, “I know but I won’t have it
any other way Julietta. I don’t want to have to spend my life always looking
over my shoulder and what about my family? Do you honestly think your father
wouldn’t retaliate against them?”
He was right.
I knew he was and it left a bottomless pit of despair to settle in my gut. “Is
this goodbye then?” I asked.
He lifted my
face by my chin and kissed me softly, “As much as it pains me it has to be.”
I watched him
walk away and again my heart shattered into a million tiny pieces. I sank down
against the wall and let the tears fall.
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