Title: December Rain (August Fog #2)
Author: A.L. Goulden
Release Date: Nov 25, 2014
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Author: A.L. Goulden
Release Date: Nov 25, 2014
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Monica and
Alex Waters have spent that last few months working to repair a broken marriage
and rekindle their passion. Just as they start finding their spark, Quinn
Matthews and his escalating career resurfaces, but this time Alex makes the
decision to let Monica go.
The
devastation of losing her high school sweetheart, her home, and even her dog
twists Monica down a destructive path that alienates her from her closest
friends and lands her on Quinn’s couch. Despite her efforts to resist jumping
into his arms again, the spark between them reignites and sweeps her away on a
whirlwind holiday adventure. She finds that falling in love with Quinn’s family
and lifestyle is as easy as falling for his ocean colored eyes. The problem is
that it’s all too easy, and when she sees that Quinn’s reinvented life has
completely shifted towards her dreams, she starts to question whether he’s too
good to be true.
Quinn has a
secret that was never meant to be kept this long, but will Monica be able to
trust another man who’s lied? And now that Quinn’s got his happily ever after
in sight, he’s not about to let her go or share her with another man.
The outdoor
style shopping mall is bustling with tourist and local art lovers. Rows of art
galleries surround the courtyard where a stage welcomes a local reggae band.
Monica settles into a groove and starts dancing with the crowd. Alex tries to
hang in for a couple of songs before he starts feeling claustrophobic and looks
to the galleries and shops around them.
“Go ahead,”
she says with a loving smile. “I’ll meet you down there… after one more song.”
He gives her
a little kiss on the cheek and glides his hand across her behind before making
his way out of the crowd. His attention is pulled by various pieces in windows
along the way. There’s a large glass sea turtle in shades of green and gold
followed by a painting of an autumn forest with heavy texture. He stands there
daydreaming for a minute until he’s distracted by a reflection passing in the
glass. It’s so brief he’s sure it’s his imagination. He barely catches a
glimpse down the mall as the backside of the man disappears into another
gallery.
Alex follows
the ghost, dodging through happy couples and pushy salespeople trying to get
his attention. Before he can see inside a painting that’s prominently displayed
on a front wall stops him. A cold washes over as he stands there staring at it.
He slowly moves inside, mesmerized by the familiar vibrant paint strokes until
he sees a few people gathered in the back. A man talking to two smiling women
stills himself as Alex’s eyes freeze on the back of his shaved head. No words
were needed as the tropical air takes a chill. Even the women sense a showdown
and step back to give Quinn room.
Quinn turns.
What do I say? Fuck! I thought that was
him. I hoped it wasn’t. Quinn moves very slowly towards Alex. Is he gonna hit me? I do deserve it. Might
as well get it over with. “Hey.” Quinn pauses near the center of the room
waiting.
Alex
swallows hard, his nostrils flaring and fist clenched. His jaw flexes as his
breathing grows heavier, but the emotions just start to turn to mush. His eyes
fill as thoughts of his new friend’s betrayal wash over and the painting draws
his eyes again.
“I’m sorry
Alex,” Quinn says quietly.
Monica
nearly passes the gallery on her way to see their friends when Alex’s shirt
first catches her eye. She halts and shifts backwards until she sees the
painting and stops. It’s a female figure bent forward reaching for her toes.
The abstract form of her body in swirls of orange and reds is cradled by a man
swathed in blues and purple. Oh my God!
That’s me. That’s us, stretching. It can’t be. He’s...
She
struggles for air as the tears swell, and she can already feel him. As she
stands there, not crossing the threshold, the two men watch her. When her eyes
finally land on Quinn, electricity fills the room. She can only see him and the
deep tan that backdrops the pale oceany eyes reaching for her. A warm drop
gently slides down her cheekbone as her breathing syncs with his. His lips move
slightly hinting at words that he can’t find while she struggles not to run
into his arms.
Alex’s
discomfort is audible as he clears his clogged throat to rattle her attention
to his worried eyes. She steps in and touches his hand briefly. “I’ll be
outside,” she says, turning without another glance at Quinn.
Her feet
move quick as her thoughts try to keep up. What
are they doing? Alex is gonna hit him. I can’t believe he’s here. What are the
odds? Did he know we’d be here? No. Maybe he moved here. That painting was him
and I together. Would Alex know that? It’s pretty abstract. Fuck! This can’t be
happening. Before she knows it, she’s at the other end of the mall near the
parking lot. She settles on a bench to wait for the world to stop crumbling
around her.
No One's Here To Sleep - Naughty Boy (feat. Bastille)
Intro - The xx
Mind Over Matter - Young The Giant
Take Me To Church - Hozier
Wait For Me - Kings of Leon
Stalemate - IO Echo
Ministry of Love - IO Echo
The Dreamer - The Tallest Man on Earth
I Love You Sleepyhead - Lanterns on the Lake
Blue Leaves - Soley
Hearts a Mess - Gotye
Gravediggress - CocoRosie
Wade In Your Water - Common Kings
Radiate - Jack Johnson
Set Fire to the Rain - Adele
Dangerous - Big Data
Carol of the Bells - This Ascension
Baby It's Cold Outside - Ella Fitzgerald & Louise Jordan
Someday At Christmas - Jack Johnson
White Christmas - Bing Crosby
Christmas Blues - G. Love
Beautiful War - Kings of Leon
Kids On The Run - The Tallest Man on Earth
I'm a
designer, author, wife, and dog-lover living in the South Pasadena area of
California. I got my BFA in Film Production from the Academy of Art University
in San Francisco, but my love of a good story came way before college. I
remember writing my first full story in fifth grade on a typewriter. I cut and
pasted it into a book, complete with cardboard cover and taped binding. Things
have changed a lot since then. With the magnificent digital age I can produce
books and give them to the world without a sticky mess.
In college
numerous instructors and peers praised my dialogue and pushed me to hone my
storytelling skills. Of course the need to cut and paste was still there, so I
went into the world of Production Design and Art Direction for films and
television. It gave me the ability to connect design to storytelling in a way
that no other career can. The past 18 years have spun a unique perspective on
visually emotional tales of relationships and the thread that ties all things
together. Now I'm shifting focus on the driving force that brought me here...
stories. I hope that I can share a unique perspective on life, love and the
pursuit in all of the above.
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