BLOG STOP~ FOOL FOR YOU~ ALTERNATIVE POV/ CHARACTER INTERVIEW PT2
Genre: New Adult Contemporary
Release Date: May 27th
Author: Megan Noelle
Synopsis
Seven years ago Danielle Hamilton left her home in Serenity Cove leaving behind a drug addicted mother, work-obsessed Grandmother and the first boy she has ever loved. Danielle promised herself she would never return, but now—she has no choice. The family Inn her Grandparents put their lives into is going under and Danielle is the last hope they have to save it.
When she temporarily returns to her home town, she’s even less prepared than expected to run into her first love, Oliver Garrison. After their encounter leaves her on edge she decides what is really needed is a distraction. What she doesn’t expect is the way she feels when she meets Corey Preston with the bad boy edge, a gentle heart and smoking body.
Oliver is everything she thought she ever wanted while Corey is everything she never thought she needed. But Dani promised herself when she left Serenity Cove at 18 that never again, would this be her home. However, her heart didn’t get the memo and for the first time in her life, she feels at home.
But will her demons from the past let her have the love she deserves? Or will she return to her life in New York—once again leaving her heart behind in the one place she fears to be?
WHAP!
Dani’s arm jolted me awake.
I wasn’t quite sure what time it was or what day it was but with the
warmth of Dani next to me—I didn’t care.
My arm reached out and slid along the smooth soft skin of her stomach as
I pulled her against my chest. Even in
my half-asleep state there was nothing I liked more than holding this girl in
my arms. My original plan to just got
back to sleep but my body had other plans.
I gave in and let my lips taste her delicious skin; I could practically
hear Dani’s body giving in to my touch.
My mouth moved to cover her lips.
I almost sighed at the way she made my entire sense of awareness fade
away.
“My head hurts.” She moaned against my lips.
I stopped.
That’s right. This
wasn’t just another morning waking up to the only woman I ever wanted, but this
was the morning after. The night before
she was a disaster but that didn’t matter to me. It was the fact that she was out with him that pissed me off.
When I opened my eyes and looked down into the beautiful
sleepy face of my girl, I lost all sense of anger.
“What all did you have to drink last night?” Despite my
boiling frustration under the surface—I was curious about her night.
“A shit ton of white wine at the restaurant, and then even
more tequila when I got home.”
My body tightened, I hated that she went out with him. Even worse was now I had the image in my mind
of them at a fancy restaurant, drinking wine and sitting across from each other
at a romantic candlelit dinner.
“Well, that would do it then. Get up; I’ll start a shower for you.” I needed to put space between us before I
lost all reserve and gave into this all-too tempting woman.
“You’re not going to join me in there?” The desperate expression and frown across her
face killed me. I wanted to go to her
and console her. Make everything okay in
that sadly broken expression—but I couldn’t.
Because deep down I felt my heart tearing in two when I looked at her.
Those beautiful blue eyes that I so easily got lost in—he
did too. Those luscious lips I knew
better than my own—he kissed them. The
smile that could brighten my entire day—it brightened his too.
“Not today.” Was all I managed to get out.
Space. That’s what I
needed. Something to keep me away from
this beautiful temptress.
Just when I was about to make my escape—she stopped me. “Corey.”
I told myself not to turn around to see her, but I gave in.
“I’m sorry you had to deal with me as a blubbering mess last
night.” I sighed because this was the last thing she should apologize for. From the moment I got that call I dropped
everything. Sanders I’m sure thought
someone died by the way I flew out of the bar, but I had to get to her. The whole ride over my knuckles were white
against the wheel as I prayed that my sweet girl was okay.
“You never have to apologize for being drunk and sad to
me. It’s that kind of thing I want to be
here for.”
“But you don’t have to.” She really didn’t get it, did she?
“I don’t really have a choice anymore.” I saw the confusion
pass over her eyes; she opened her mouth to speak but I quickly cut her
off. This wasn’t a conversation I could
endure right now because something told me, it wouldn’t end well.
“You need to shower so you’re not late for work. I’ll make some breakfast.”
I just about bolted from the room. I couldn’t handle how that single broken look
she gave me could undo every barrier I had in place. Over the years and through a few bad
experiences—I learned to always have my guard up with women. But when I was near Dani—all of that went
away.
I started her shower and made it steaming hot, just the way
she liked. While I whipped up breakfast
my mind raced. One minute I was
destroyed by her date then the next I was furious. Overall though, I was hurt. Hurt that she could go out with another at
the drop of a hat but then tell me she wasn’t interested in more.
I slammed down my breakfast and cleaned up the mess left
behind from the kitchen. Well, I got to
everything but those ugly ass flowers. I
wanted to send them down the garbage disposal and shred the shit out of them,
but I didn’t. With my luck Dani would
have formed some ridiculous attachment to them and I would be cut off from her
all together.
The entire time the shower was on—I needed to stay
busy. I wanted more than anything to go
into the bathroom with her and take away whatever pain she might be
feeling. Whether that be from what
happened last night, to what happened long ago or even just a hangover. I just wanted to be there for her—but this
time I wouldn’t. I wanted more and I
needed her to want that too.
My back was to Dani when she entered the kitchen. The mixture of that delicious perfume and the
smell unique to her alerted my body that she was near.
“It smells delicious.” She practically whispered.
“Thank you.” I made sure my voice lacked emotion. “I put a
couple Advil out for you.” I pointed towards the meds I left out since I
couldn’t completely forgo taking care of her.
“Okay, thanks.”
I quickly finished my meal and finished loading the
dishwasher with my plate. Those stupid
flowers remained next to her. Teasing
me. Tormenting me. Telling me that someone else was able to get
close enough to my girl and give her flowers…and there wasn’t shit I could do
about it.
“What are you doing with these?” I picked up the putrid
yellow daisies since I couldn’t resist drawing attention to them. Dani hardly seemed fazed by my obvious
irritation.
“I meant to put them in a vase last night.” Oh good—just rub that shit right in,
baby. Great. I threw the stupid
things back onto the counter and was mildly disappointed when only a few petals
came up. If only the force I used made
them spontaneously combust. That’s about
the only thing that would have made me happy.
“Well, I’m going to head home and just get ready for work
there.” Being here was making me crazy—I needed to get out.
“Oh, alright.” Even though her voice seemed upset, the fact
that she agreed, really pissed me off.
I told myself I needed to cool off and maybe put a little
distance between us. That was the safe
plan. Instead I walked towards the door
and stopped dead. No—I wasn’t about to
walk away. Not without some
answers. I whipped my head back around
and asked the first question that reached the tip of my tongue.
“What the hell are we doing, Danielle?” Her mouth opened
slightly and her eyes widened at my furious expression. Normally I’d do what I could to calm it
down—but right now—I didn’t give a fuck.
“Eating breakfast?” Leave it to her to come up with some
ridiculous response to my very serious question.
“No,” I tossed my stuff onto the table because I was pissed
as hell. “Between you and me. What is this?”
“You mean what are we?” Christ—this
woman must have been sent her to drive me insane.
I nodded. “Yes, Dani—what are we? Because I sure as hell couldn’t be more
confused.”
“What…how…why are you confused?” Her voice caught in her
throat. A flame ignited deep within
me—all sense of self-control was out the window.
“One minute I think I have a handle on what we are. We’re extremely close, spending every free
minute together. We’re sleeping together
but I feel like here I sit—waiting patiently for you to open up to the idea of
more. Then next thing I know, you’re
going on dates with other guys; they’re buying you flowers, bringing you to a
nice dinner, and kissing you goodnight.
What am I supposed to do with all that?”
“I don’t know, Corey.
We talked about this in the beginning—we’re nothing serious and I don’t
know when any of that changed!”
Is this girl seriously
that clueless!?
“When did we talk about this?” My hands flew to my hips as I
tried to calm my breathing.
“A while ago—I thought we made that clear?” Clear!?
“So wait—you don’t want anything serious, or you don’t want
anything serious with me?” I snapped out.
“What do you mean?” I wasn’t sure how much longer I could
handle this. My heart was beating out of
my chest and this girl was calling the shots on what happened to it.
“You’ll let this punk take you on a date, but I get to clean
up the mess afterwards?”
“I never asked you
to come over and clean up my mess,
Corey!”
“Yeah, but you sure as shit didn’t push me away either.”
Okay—I know it was a low blow but right now—I was hurting and I didn’t know how
to handle it.
“You’re right, my bad.
But now I am—thank you for breakfast, but get out.” My heart twisted
with sheer pain at her words. Did my
girl really tell me to get out? Had I already lost her?
Even worse—did I ever
even have her?
I needed to leave. I
picked up my discarded shit and stalked towards the front door. I opened it and slammed it shut. No—I
couldn’t leave—not yet. Not with so much
left unsaid.
“God damnit, Danielle!” After I had those blazing blue eyes
focused on me, I continued. “I am so crazy about you, but I don’t know what to
do!”
Her arms flailed about with her retort. “What are you
talking about now?”
My fingers ran through my hair as I considered grabbing
handfuls and pulling it all out. “How do you not see it? You are a brilliant woman but you can be
really stupid sometimes.”
“Oh yeah—nice one, Corey. Pile on those compliments, baby.”
That was it—I’ve reached the last bit of patience I had with
this siren of a woman.
“Did I hurt your feelings, honey?” I felt the acidic tone rolling off my tongue. If I were to take a step back and examine
this moment—I’d regret yelling at her.
But right now, I was over the edge.
“Shit, at least I didn’t call you after going out with another woman!
When I dropped you off yesterday afternoon I spent the rest of the fucking day
thinking about you. Hell, I spend most
every day with you on my mind, but I have to fight like hell to even be a
footnote in your goddamn day! What the
hell do I have to do to get you to see how much you mean to me?”
Even though her posture was in full defense against my
verbal attack—the tears streaming down her cheeks told me the truth. This was hurting her like it was me—but I
didn’t know if it was the same pain.
“This wasn’t supposed to mean anything.” She muttered
out.
Fuck this.
I threw down my shit once more and crossed the distance
between us. My hands framed her face and
my lips captured hers. I felt her
hesitation fade away as we moved together as one. In that single moment I found clarity. For the first time in my life I understood
what real magic was. To have this woman
in my arms and even more—in my heart—this
was what perfection was.
There was no way
she didn’t feel it too.
When I pulled back my thumb slowly brushed against her cheek
as my eyes searched hers. “You’re telling me that doesn’t mean anything?”
It felt I waited an eternity for my answer and when it
came—I wished it hadn’t. With a slow
shake of her head—I knew it was over. I
released her.
“Thank you, Danielle.”
“For what?”
“For being the first woman to ever break my heart. You have fun on your next date with a dude
that sure as shit doesn’t deserve you!”
I picked up my stuff and stomped my way out of her house but
even worse—out of her life.
I threw my shit on the passenger seat and banged my palm
hard against the steering wheel. Aching
for a way to channel the pain from anywhere other than my heart.
But it was in that moment I knew… I had fallen in love with
her. And now it was over.
INTERVIEW pt2
As promised part two of my interview with Danielle and Corey
SBB~so glade you can join us....
Corey: Hello darling... Thank you for having me. (Flashes dimple
smile)
- Friday
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