Indigo Eyes
by J S Goubert
Genre–
Romantic suspense
Publication
Date – 7th May
Length
(Pages/# Words) - 206
Publisher
– Fever Press
Cover
Artist – Fever Press
Synopsis
“You're a fool if you get involved with her,”
said Foley's friend Mark. “Look at the damage she's caused already.”
Foley knew this was true. Indiana Sedon was a
total liability and he had done the one thing he had always previously avoided
– fallen in love with an all-time loser, someone surrounded by tragedy and
misfortune.
What had happened to him? What did he think he
was doing putting his career and even his life on the line for someone who
could make him feel lower than a garden gnome and, at the same time, fill him
with such tenderness and desire he kept on forgetting how maddening she could
be?
But then Indiana wasn't any too pleased by her
own passion for Foley. He was a neanderthal, ill educated, limited, and haunted
by a past he would never speak about to anyone, not even her. How could such a thing have happened and what
was she going to do when every day she felt herself needing him more
desperately than she had ever needed anyone before?
The sooner she put a stop to Foley the better,
especially when he found out what she really wanted from him and how she
intended to go about getting it. Why was it so difficult to tell him goodbye?
And all of this meant nothing beside the danger she was in, the trap she had
walked into and the fact that only Foley could protect her.
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Excerpt
Disobeying
her own rules, she remained in his arms, lost and bewildered, barely
understanding what she was doing and why his orgasm had affected her in a way
quite differently from her own. His climax made her tender, made her want to
become part of him and get him to love her.
Unlikely,
she told herself. Lose that schoolgirl’s dream.
He
fell deeply asleep, his face pale, and she watched him. From now on she wanted
to invigilate every passing moment of his life so that he could never leave
her. But that was impossible. This was the wrong man, and she must put an end
to the affair. Otherwise, the hurt would become more acute and she would be
unable to play her music, mourn for poor Jack or even survive. This was a wrong
choice and she should not have made it.
All
that rubbish about only enjoying sex and not falling in love. That was
nonsense. Who could live and love in such a way? Nobody could, the rules were
flawed and stupid and she blushed as she remembered what she had said to Foley
in her pompous little voice, in this same bedroom an hour earlier.
Very
gently she disengaged herself from his arms and crept away like a thief. In the
spare room she lay down, every nerve tingling from the emotions she had just
experienced and, to her dismay, every part of her yearning to return to his
embrace.
This
wouldn’t do at all. She had only got to know him the day before yesterday and
she tried to order her thoughts as she lay there under the cold sheets of the
spare bed, shivering from the chill and desire. On the shelf stood a row of Britton’s
antique lead soldiers— personal
possessions, she supposed. Had they come from Foley’s childhood or did he
collect them?
Her
chances of winning this man were hopeless and she had decided in advance she
must be cool and controlling if she were to achieve any mastery over her own
feelings and his. But the greater her need for him became, the less she would
be able to control herself in his presence and she would be bound to flare out
or become awkward or worse, let him see how much she was beginning to love him.
With
Jack it had been different. She had been secure in his response to her
extravagance of feeling, her passionate love for him and her rages at his
occasional infidelities. But this man was guarded, wary. He had suffered, had
been hurt. Those scars on his body meant there would be inner scars as well
which he was too proud to show anyone. Whatever horror lurked in his past life
to make him hide so deeply within himself put him beyond her reach and she
would have to win him without appearing even to want him.
He
was considerate, passionate and loving but he would never love her or any
woman, unless that woman was clever. She would have to be cunning and
deceitful, make him imagine she didn’t care, run the risk of hurting him,
simply in order to stay with him. And did she want that? Was he worth the
effort?
All
her previous plans for dealing with Foley stood in disarray. What had happened
tonight robbed her of her plan never to fall in love with him.
I
should be with him now, she thought, trying to control the
tears. I should nurse him, cherish him, smile when he smiles, get what I
want from him. But he can’t love me like that, and after tonight maybe I shall
never lie in his arms again.
Excerpt
Disobeying
her own rules, she remained in his arms, lost and bewildered, barely
understanding what she was doing and why his orgasm had affected her in a way
quite differently from her own. His climax made her tender, made her want to
become part of him and get him to love her.
Unlikely,
she told herself. Lose that schoolgirl’s dream.
He
fell deeply asleep, his face pale, and she watched him. From now on she wanted
to invigilate every passing moment of his life so that he could never leave
her. But that was impossible. This was the wrong man, and she must put an end
to the affair. Otherwise, the hurt would become more acute and she would be
unable to play her music, mourn for poor Jack or even survive. This was a wrong
choice and she should not have made it.
All
that rubbish about only enjoying sex and not falling in love. That was
nonsense. Who could live and love in such a way? Nobody could, the rules were
flawed and stupid and she blushed as she remembered what she had said to Foley
in her pompous little voice, in this same bedroom an hour earlier.
Very
gently she disengaged herself from his arms and crept away like a thief. In the
spare room she lay down, every nerve tingling from the emotions she had just
experienced and, to her dismay, every part of her yearning to return to his
embrace.
This
wouldn’t do at all. She had only got to know him the day before yesterday and
she tried to order her thoughts as she lay there under the cold sheets of the
spare bed, shivering from the chill and desire. On the shelf stood a row of Britton’s
antique lead soldiers— personal
possessions, she supposed. Had they come from Foley’s childhood or did he
collect them?
Her
chances of winning this man were hopeless and she had decided in advance she
must be cool and controlling if she were to achieve any mastery over her own
feelings and his. But the greater her need for him became, the less she would
be able to control herself in his presence and she would be bound to flare out
or become awkward or worse, let him see how much she was beginning to love him.
With
Jack it had been different. She had been secure in his response to her
extravagance of feeling, her passionate love for him and her rages at his
occasional infidelities. But this man was guarded, wary. He had suffered, had
been hurt. Those scars on his body meant there would be inner scars as well
which he was too proud to show anyone. Whatever horror lurked in his past life
to make him hide so deeply within himself put him beyond her reach and she
would have to win him without appearing even to want him.
He
was considerate, passionate and loving but he would never love her or any
woman, unless that woman was clever. She would have to be cunning and
deceitful, make him imagine she didn’t care, run the risk of hurting him,
simply in order to stay with him. And did she want that? Was he worth the
effort?
All
her previous plans for dealing with Foley stood in disarray. What had happened
tonight robbed her of her plan never to fall in love with him.
I
should be with him now, she thought, trying to control the
tears. I should nurse him, cherish him, smile when he smiles, get what I
want from him. But he can’t love me like that, and after tonight maybe I shall
never lie in his arms again.
J S Goubert lives in East Anglia and has published several previous books under different pseudonyms and a number of short stories. Indigo Eyes is her first romantic novel.Author Bio
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