#NEBT – “Circles Interlocked” by Daryl Devore

Circles Interlocked – Second Chance Romance by Daryl Devore

Not everyone gets a second chance. Can Julie and Robert get past their past and have a future?

Blurb

How do people get into the situations they find themselves in?

Having been betrayed by the man she assumed she was destined to be with forever; Julie Anderson is heartbroken that her love affair didn’t end with the fairy tale Happily Ever After. She leaves town to pursue her dream of being a dancer only to find herself trapped in a job she no longer loves, confined in a relationship with a loveless man, and living day by day regretting what she has become.

Bouncing from failed relationship to failed relationship, Robert Holiday consoles himself with the lie that he sacrificed his happiness so Julie could live her dream.

As fate has a curious sense of humour, eight years later, they wake up in bed together. Now it is up to love to fix what time cannot mend.

Excerpt

A smile broke across Robert’s face as he turned. Julie’s silhouette was illuminated by the light in the bathroom. They crossed the room from opposite sides and climbed on the bed. He slid his hand up her bare back and kissed the end of her nose. “The dance studio,” he said.

“Yes, what about it?”

“No, that’s its name, The Dance Studio. That’s what you’ve been calling it.”

“The Dance Studio.” Julie smiled. “I like it. Now shut up and make love to me.”

“Yes ma’am.”

In the faint moonlight, Julie could see Robert’s dark eyes had turned from exhaustion to lust.

He wanted to finish what’d been interrupted in the barn. He lowered his face to her lips, savouring the sensations that electrified his body. His kiss was soft as it grazed her skin, just enough pressure to tease – to make her desire more.

She trickled the tips of her fingers up his back. Her hand paused. Memories flooded her mind; laughing in class, kissing, eating supper together and being wrapped in each other’s arms. How could she have driven him away? She had loved him. He’d loved her. She should’ve guessed what he’d done and not spent so many years hating him. She should’ve trusted him. Trusted those eyes, hands, and lips. “I’m so sorry.”

He slid his body up hers. She could feel his hardness pressing against her belly. “You wanna talk?”

“I… I… feel…”

“You feel soft and feminine and decidedly sensuous. You feel and smell like the woman I love. She loves and forgives me for all of my faults and misdeeds, and I had forgiven her long ago.” He rolled over to his back and settled Julie on his stomach. “You sound like a woman whose head’s lost in a whirlwind. Unable to focus on what’s important.”

His hands roamed across her, leaving a trail of tingling sparkles on her flesh. “Forget about the past. Don’t think about the future. I’m here and I want your attention.”