A synopsis of the book:
Elizabeth Hennessey played the good daughter for her first three years at Ralston University, avoiding anything to do with music. Now, she’s playing cello in the Ralston Symphony, taking lessons, and playing in a quartet with Maggie, Chris and Jack. Elizabeth and Chris become fast friends from their first meeting, and begin dating. But her heart draws her to his best friend, Jack. Will their friendship with Chris be destroyed? Will her deep love for Jack survive the interference of an obsessed fellow musician?
And an excerpt for your viewing pleasure:
On Valentine’s Day, Jack made Elizabeth promise to take the entire day off with no studying or practicing for either of them so they could have the day together. The Competition was out of the way, and Elizabeth was under considerably less pressure now. They went shopping and he bought them both some lingerie. They went out for dinner and considered seeing a movie, but they were too excited to go home and try on their new purchases for each other. After modeling, taking pictures of each other, dancing for each other, making love and cuddling, it was still too early to go to sleep. They sat cross legged on the bed in their lingerie, caressing each other, talking about school; both entirely at home and comfortable with each other.
She told him, “When I close my eyes, I see your face. When I’m not with you I wonder what you’re doing; what you’re thinking; when will I see you again? How many hours until I can make love to you again?”
“I wonder the same things,” he smiled, wryly.
“And it’s not just since we got together. I’ve felt this way since we first met. Even when I’m occupied doing something, I’ve thought of you.”
“I froze when I touched you for the first time. It was like electricity. We just shook hands, but I just stood there like a prat for a couple of minutes before I could even take my chair. Although, when we talked on the phone to set up your audition, there was something in your voice that really struck me.”
“Me too, and I thought it was just your accent.”
He grimaced. “Oh, I wish I could lose the accent! Help me sound more American, will you?”
She shook her head vehemently, “Absolutely not!”
His face fell. “Why not?”
“I don’t want you to sound American. I love your accent!”
He was crestfallen. “Well maybe I could just sound more American around other people. Will you help me?” he asked her again.
“No way; you’re on your own!” she chuckled.
“But, it’s not fair that you have a spot-on British accent and I can’t sound American. In fact, I bet you could fool my family.”
“That would be incredibly intimidating, trying to pass myself off as British to real Brits, Jack.”
“And likewise to pass myself off as American, which is why I want you to help me,” he said, smiling.
She shook her head lightly, incredulous. “Okay, try it. Let’s see how you sound.”
He suddenly felt embarrassed to even try and burst out laughing. “Okay, it’s stupid, isn’t it?”
She laughed. “You can’t do it, can you?”
“No. I’ve even taped myself doing it; it just sounds ridiculous.”
“Don’t change your voice, please? When I first heard it, I hoped it was you, but I thought you were going to turn out to be Chris.”
“Why did you think I was Chris?”
“I thought he looked more British than you. You couldn’t be that good looking and have that voice too.”
He smiled sheepishly. “If you had ever fallen for Chris, I’d have been in real trouble. I kept having nightmares about you two announcing your engagement.”
“There was never any danger of that.”
My latest creative endeavor, to become a published writer, and the trials and tribulations.
Friday, February 12, 2010
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