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Sean, standing between his grandfather and uncle, lifted his glass of apple juice. Kelly felt her eyes fill. Blinking, she smiled through her tears. She took a sip, holding the liquor in her mouth for several seconds before letting it slide down the back of her throat. It detonated on impact. Sheldon nodded his approval. He placed his glass on a sideboard. Jeremy walked over to Kelly and hugged her. The two-story, three-bedroom structure was the equivalent of one city block away from the ones occupied by Sheldon and Jeremy.
The furnishings were formal and elegant. Every chair, table and lamp was meticulously positioned as if for a magazine layout. It was perfect, a little too perfect. A slight frown appeared between her eyes. There was something wrong with the room. Suddenly it hit her! Staring at a sofa and matching love seat, Kelly mentally catalogued what she would rearrange.
Firstly she would take down the drapes and replace them with a lighter weight fabric to let in the natural light. Walking over the fireplace, she studied the framed photographs lining the mantel.
Smiling, she recognized a younger Sheldon in a United States Army uniform with his young smiling bride. Ryan had inherited her smile. There were photographs of Ryan and Jeremy as children, and more of Sean at different ages. She heard footfalls, and turned around. Ryan had returned, holding a small wooden box. He cupped her elbow, leading her over to sit on the sofa. He placed the box on her lap. Staring back at her on a bed of black velvet was a solitaire ring with a large square-cut blue-white diamond; along with the ring was a pair of drop South Sea pearl earrings dangling from a diamond cluster, and a bangle of diamond baguettes.
My mother gave them to me a month before she died. She wanted me to give them to my wife. The pieces in that box were purchased from Cartier between and Jeremy was given his share.
It was a perfect fit. She extended her hand. The light from a floor lamp caught the diamond, prisms of light catching and radiating from the flawless gem.
Easing back, she stared at him. We can go up to Saratoga Springs, New York before the summer racing season ends. We can take a real honeymoon during the Christmas break. She had to send out invitations, get a dress and select a ring for Ryan. That comes from working with young children. After all, they learn from example.
Kelly slept restlessly throughout the night, and when she left her bed at six she felt as if she had been up all night. She brewed a small carafe of coffee, drank several cups, then dialed the area code for D. Pamela answered the phone with a cheery, "Good morning. Sighing, she realized she was safe. A loud sniffle came through the earpiece. Wait until I blow my nose. I had to tell Leo the good news. I need you to use your artistic talents and design an invitation for me.
And you and I have to do some serious shopping in Chevy Chase. She and Pamela had gotten their love of shopping from their mother. It had rained steadily for two days, then the night before Ryan Blackstone was scheduled to exchange vows with Kelly Andrews, but after the rain had stopped, a strong wind swept the clouds across the sky to reveal an orange-yellow near-full moon. Kelly stood beside Ryan, eyes closed, repeating her vows. She heard the judge telling Ryan he could kiss his bride, and her world stood still as she felt the pressure of his firm lips on hers, sealing their troth.
It was over. She was now Mrs. Ryan Jackson Blackstone. Ryan pulled Kelly closer, her soft curves melding with the hardness of his body.
He tightened the tie, then turned to stare at Sean. What is it you want? They are having a Spider-Man party tonight. They invited everybody from school. Even Miss Kelly. Sean had talked nonstop about what he did with Miss Kelly and the other kids at school during the time Ryan was in Richmond.
The novel takes place off the coast of South Carolina and stars Deborah, a widowed bookstore owner, and Asa, a doctor who is attempting to move on after the death of his wife. The heroine of your story, Deborah, owns an independent bookstore. After devouring nearly a thousand contemporary and historical titles I decided to try my hand at writing one. To say it was a very long process is an understatement. It took a decade, a very fertile imagination, patience and perseverance before I was able to finally realize my dream to become a published romance writer and experience my own literary happily ever after. Your story is wonderfully evocative of the Carolina Lowcountry—shrimp and grits, genteel society, Gullah superstitions and all. Have you ever lived in South Carolina?
Alers has been lauded as one of the greatest African-American romance novel writers of recent times. She was born in , and went on to write her premier book in the year In most of her books, she uses her own names, in other books, she uses pen names. The two pseudonyms that she has used in some of her books are Susan James and the other is Rena McLeary. Alers writing Journey After reading a host of romantic novels within a span of ten years, Rochelle Alers was inspired to write her own romantic novels.
Sean, standing between his grandfather and uncle, lifted his glass of apple juice. Kelly felt her eyes fill. Blinking, she smiled through her tears. She took a sip, holding the liquor in her mouth for several seconds before letting it slide down the back of her throat. It detonated on impact. Sheldon nodded his approval. He placed his glass on a sideboard.