Title: Fragments (Running on Empty, #1)
Author: M.R. Field
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 8, 2014
Synopsis
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Under the lights, amongst the jazz shoes, blistered feet and caked faces of the dance troupe, you pretend you’re someone else. The melody begins and your body responds. You allow it to weave into your skin until it’s made itself home in your soul. It is that dance that drives you. It is that dance that will continue to save you. It is that dance that will release you.
Under the lights, amongst the jazz shoes, blistered feet and caked faces of the dance troupe, you pretend you’re someone else. The melody begins and your body responds. You allow it to weave into your skin until it’s made itself home in your soul. It is that dance that drives you. It is that dance that will continue to save you. It is that dance that will release you.
Until him.
Until your heart can no longer shut him out, even after he’s
pushed you away.
You can’t let him in again, can you? There’s only so much of your heart left to give.
You can’t let him in again, can you? There’s only so much of your heart left to give.
Alex
She is the reason I can’t stay. The reason that the covered bruises, the lies and the hurt are too much. I am no good for her. But when I see her again, I can’t stay away. Like Dante said, “The path to paradise begins in hell.”
She is the reason I can’t stay. The reason that the covered bruises, the lies and the hurt are too much. I am no good for her. But when I see her again, I can’t stay away. Like Dante said, “The path to paradise begins in hell.”
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Excerpt
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“What’s got your chuckling over there,
Bea-Bea?”
I inwardly sigh at my nickname. “Ah …
nothing. It’s just me being silly.”
“Hmm …” he muses. “Sure … care to share?”
My face heats up. I don’t feel so brave
anymore.
“No, it’s okay, really.” I cover my cheeks
in embarrassment.
He notices instantly and starts pecking at
me. “C’mon, Bea-Bea! You can tell me … pweeease?”
I lower my hands and give him a look.
Should I? Shouldn’t I? His lips pucker in a duck face and I can’t help but
laugh. You’ve asked for it. “Well, seeing as it’s such a shock for you to see
me in my dance clothes, I contemplated wearing little outfits around the house
just to watch you stumble and perhaps crash into something.”
I can’t help but grin; it feels nice
having the upper hand in teasing for a change. Winding up the window, I notice
that for once he hasn’t replied. I’m in my element, so I keep on going. “You
know, just walk around and vacuum or answer the door, daily activities that I
don’t care for, but just so you can act like a fool … Geez, Alex, never thought
of you being shy. How times have changed.”
For a moment, I think I’ve embarrassed
him, then as I tilt my head over my shoulder to see him, he’s not looking
embarrassed. In fact, he’s looking … a whole lot tense. Narrowing my eyes at
him, I challenge him with, “Um … care to explain why you’re clutching the
steering wheel? Are you mad?”
He tilts his chin to the left and I follow
its track, seeing the dance studio is in front of us. Oh, that was a quick
trip, albeit a little weird just now.
“Oh. Well, thanks for the lift. I should
be finished by four or five. I’ll tram back, no need to chauffeur.”
He pulls over as I’m collecting my tote
from my feet, “Thanks again.” I smile, clearly trying to brighten up the
tension I’ve caused. I grab the door handle, but am stopped when his large arm
comes across my chest, essentially blocking me in. Our gazes lock.
“Bea,” he says softly, “I like that red
underwear you own.”
“I ... ah ... am wearing it... today,”
Releasing his arm from the door handle, he gently holds my face while
staring intently into my eyes. “I especially like it when you wear your
nightgown. That blue one you have on the clothesline? Try putting that one on
and seeing what I’ll do.”
My breath hitches as I stare back into his
eyes, my breathing suddenly coming in fast but
shallow breaths. He isn’t joking with me.
His eyes have darkened, and his chest is rising rapidly also.
“See you tonight,” he whispers, and his
hand cups my cheek. Please, please, please kiss me. Before my impatience takes
over and I can move forward to kiss him, he’s leaning back and fastening his
seat beat.
What just
happened?
About The Author
M R Field is an author from Rural Victoria and has completed a
Bachelor's degree with Honours from Latrobe University, Melbourne. After
growing up with the river at her front door, she returned back to her hometown
after many years of living in the city. She now lives a tranquil lifestyle with
her husband and two young children.
M R Field has always held a love for writing, filling journals as
a child which progressed to more eloquent pieces as an adult. After ten years
of creative instruction, she decided to turn these ideas into manuscripts. She
adores creating new story lines and is a big fan of a happily ever after, but
believes strongly in making her characters work for it.
She has recently decided to join the independent publishing world
with her debut novel, Fragments, due for release on December 8th, 2014.
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