Post by fabulousandthick on Apr 14, 2006 7:36:20 GMT -5
PG-13
Mountain Magic
(c)2006 Carolyn Gates. All Rights Reserved.
And the wedding was the most beautiful wedding in all of Colorado's history, and when they kissed, they knew they were going to be together for all time.
She finished the story she was writing with a flourish. Colleen MacIver found writing her escape from loneliness. She was thankful to have the talent, thankful to have the outlet. She printed the last page to her novel on her computer, then gathered her pages together, and went into the kitchen to make herself a swiss chocolate cappuccino.
Her writing was not only her escape, but her only source of hope for any romance in her life. That night, she refused to recall that her ex-husband, professional figure skater Mikhail Zavorski from Poland, was no longer with her, that she had given him the very best years of her life because of his gentlemanly charm, his radiant wit, and his dashing smile (all that hid his true self--arrogant, self absorbed and fame-loving), made the big mistake of sacrificing her youth to bolster his ego, his confidence....and just as her dignity was at the end of its rope, he ran away with, practically, a two-year-old, who weighed negative-two pounds.
She refused to recall how utterly stupid she felt not realizing he and his athlete friends were selfish, conceited, spoiled, windbags who were only in sports for money, not the love of the sport. She had allowed herself to love him for seven years, supported his every move...and he simply ran off with some bimbo...she refused to recall when she and the other girl--this girl Colleen met was a girl, not a woman--met and exchanged insults. It was like talking to someone who hadn't finished junior high.
Colleen refused to recall that her name was Cameron, and that she looked like a miniature Lucy Liu.
All she wanted to do was drink her coffee, snuggle up on her favorite couch, and celebrate the fact that her novel was finally finished, ready to be published. And rejoice in the fact that maybe--just maybe, since this was a romance novel about two people meeting, falling in love and getting married--that it might bring her some sort of hope...after all, it worked for Cinderella...
No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing...
Mountain Magic
(c)2006 Carolyn Gates. All Rights Reserved.
And the wedding was the most beautiful wedding in all of Colorado's history, and when they kissed, they knew they were going to be together for all time.
She finished the story she was writing with a flourish. Colleen MacIver found writing her escape from loneliness. She was thankful to have the talent, thankful to have the outlet. She printed the last page to her novel on her computer, then gathered her pages together, and went into the kitchen to make herself a swiss chocolate cappuccino.
Her writing was not only her escape, but her only source of hope for any romance in her life. That night, she refused to recall that her ex-husband, professional figure skater Mikhail Zavorski from Poland, was no longer with her, that she had given him the very best years of her life because of his gentlemanly charm, his radiant wit, and his dashing smile (all that hid his true self--arrogant, self absorbed and fame-loving), made the big mistake of sacrificing her youth to bolster his ego, his confidence....and just as her dignity was at the end of its rope, he ran away with, practically, a two-year-old, who weighed negative-two pounds.
She refused to recall how utterly stupid she felt not realizing he and his athlete friends were selfish, conceited, spoiled, windbags who were only in sports for money, not the love of the sport. She had allowed herself to love him for seven years, supported his every move...and he simply ran off with some bimbo...she refused to recall when she and the other girl--this girl Colleen met was a girl, not a woman--met and exchanged insults. It was like talking to someone who hadn't finished junior high.
Colleen refused to recall that her name was Cameron, and that she looked like a miniature Lucy Liu.
All she wanted to do was drink her coffee, snuggle up on her favorite couch, and celebrate the fact that her novel was finally finished, ready to be published. And rejoice in the fact that maybe--just maybe, since this was a romance novel about two people meeting, falling in love and getting married--that it might bring her some sort of hope...after all, it worked for Cinderella...
No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing...
