Wow! It’s been how long since I last had a post?
I’m going to be making an update post to let you know about my upcoming releases and what you can expect from me over the holiday season. I’ll also be making some updates to the “Books” page on my site to reflect the upcoming works. But for now I’d like to share with you a new(ish) release from eXtasy author Kellie Kamryn.
Now if I’d posted this when Kellie first approached me it would have been a NEW release, but unfortunately weddings, book signings, baptisms and general baby stuff have gotten in the way. So here’s a little bit about Rebound. And check back later for some updates from me!
An award-winning choreographer faces her biggest loss when she’s teamed up to coach with her former lover at a gymnastics camp for Olympic hopefuls.
Claire LeMay is at the top of her game—she’s head coach for a top gymnastics facility in Winnipeg, Manitoba with her gymnasts winning awards for her outstanding choreography. Now her biggest challenge is to coach alongside the man she’s avoided for three years after rejecting his offer of coaching under his command at his club in Ottawa, Ontario.
After sinking every penny of his inheritance into his state-of-the-art gymnastics facility, Justin Black has achieved his dream. But even with hundreds of members and well-trained coaches, when Claire’s presence invades his space, he realizes she’s the one thing that’s missing. Clueless about why she didn’t accept his earlier job offer, he is determined to discover why she turned him down.
Will they be a rebound romance, destined to repeat the same old routine, or can they choreograph a new one?
Chin propped in her hand, Claire gazed out the window and watched the rain fall, taking slow, conscious breaths. She held up her wine glass in a toast. “Thank you for this. It was very nice of you to invite me to dinner.”
“You’re picking up the cheque.” He winked at her in jest.
She batted her eyelashes at him. “Well then, perhaps I will make sure I order the most expensive thing for dessert.”
Eying each other over the rim of their wine glasses for a moment, they both opened their mouths to speak at the same time. She gestured for him to go first.
“Why did you walk out on me?” he asked.
Caught off guard by his bluntness, she cleared her throat. “You don’t start with anything easy, do you?” She asked a frank question of her own. “In that case—why didn’t you come after me?”
He expelled a breath and dragged a hand through his hair. “Is that what you wanted?”
“To be honest—I don’t know what I wanted. It all seems like so long ago and so childish now. I thought you loved me, and I thought you understood, but I suppose you can’t understand what I never put into words.”
Justin set his glass on the table. “I thought we had plans together, dreams together.”
She released a slow breath. “Those were your dreams, your plans—not mine.”
He appeared confused for a moment, then he nodded in understanding. “Ah, I see. Thus the things you didn’t put into words.” He sighed. “I suppose it’s fair to say we were not on the same page, and may have been in fact, in different chapter’s altogether.”
She nodded. “You always talked about your plans, what you wanted to do, how you were going to do it—and I was happy for you. But I was twenty-two, Justin, and still felt like a teenager. I didn’t know how to tell you that I wanted to be head coach of my own gym, not just live in your shadow.”
His brow crinkled in concern. “I wouldn’t have asked you to do that.”
“But I didn’t know that. And I was far too afraid of disappointing you to say anything. A habit I’m only beginning to break.” She took another sip from her wine glass, then set it on the table.” Tears filled her eyes. Anxiety squeezed her heart. What if he didn’t understand now? Did it matter? She’d managed to build a life without him up to this point.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his tone gentle.
“Yes.” She sniffed. “I consciously work through being anxious all the time.”
He frowned and stared at his cutlery. Then he fixed his gaze on her and reached across the table for her hand. “Tell me now. Tell me everything. I’m listening.”
Tears dripped down her cheeks, and she pressed her fingertips to her lips a moment. “I don’t know where to start.”
He gave her hand a squeeze. “Start with why you left. Tell me what you wanted out of life. Tell me why I lost you and if I will ever have a chance of getting you back.”
Claire nodded at him. “I ask for one thing—please don’t be angry.”
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