Each couple I worked with had a unique love story. Whether they met online or at the corner coffee shop, or if it was a first marriage or a third, their tales were romantic and inspiring. Some had crossed oceans and continents to be with their special someone, overcome deep family feuds, and blended cultural differences into a beautiful and bold exchange of vows. Each had been brave enough to take a chance at happily ever after.
My favorite love story though is my parents who have been married for over thirty-five years and still every morning my dad tells my mom she’s beautiful in some variation (my favorite is ‘you look wild’). My mother, a teacher, would walk through town on her way home and my father, a firefighter, would run outside to water the flowers so he could say hello to her. This continued on for months until they finally went on their first date.
Early on in their courtship, my dad agreed to go skiing with my mother. He’d never put on a pair of skis in his life, let alone go down a mountain in them. The date ended with my father whizzing right through the fence at the bottom of the trial (needless to say, my mom caught on that his skiing skills were slightly horrifying). Isn’t it crazy the things we’ll do in those early stages of a relationship?
When my husband and I first started dating, I immediately professed my obsession with dogs. I just love them from the tip of their wet noses to their happy, butt wiggling tails. To get into my good graces, he said he also enjoyed dogs, even though he’s afraid of them after being bitten as a child. My poor husband is now destined for a life filled with canines.
Everyone makes sacrifices for love and sometimes the biggest leaps of faith bring us to the most magical destinations. In my debut release, The Bookworm and The Beast both characters overcome significant obstacles to build a strong future together. I hope you enjoy reading this story, as much as I enjoyed writing it and my wish is that you’ll take away one key thing: Happily Every Afters do exist!
Forgetting his worries for the first time in years, he fell into the game, quickly piling up balls of snow and firing them at will. They threw and dodged and ducked until they were both soaked and gasping for air. Her laugh of pure joy rang in his ears, and something stirred inside his chest. She ran for cover at the edge of the forest, and he followed, still sending a hail of snowballs flying in her direction. One connected with the side of her face and caught her off guard, sending her into the snow. He jogged over to see if she was all right and extended his hand to her. Instead of getting up, she kicked out his legs and pulled him down with her. His shock gave her the opportunity to push to her knees and gain the upper hand. Izzy’s hair fell in a curtain around her face, as she smiled down at him. “I think we have a victor.” She spoke happily, her cheeks and lips rosy from the cold. “I wouldn’t be so sure.” His voice was hoarse and edged with danger. In one quick maneuver, he pinned her to the ground. Wet slush seeped through his pant legs, and his hands were buried in the snow above her head. Suddenly, the world around them melted away, and all he could focus on was the rise and fall of her chest beneath him. She stared into his eyes, unblinking. Izzy looked so innocent, so vulnerable. His nerve endings stirred and tingled. His hands slipped slightly in the snow, and the flutter of her heart drummed against his chest. The scent of her hair, lavender and vanilla, made his mouth go dry. Their lips were just inches from one another. He only had to angle his head to taste them.