⚓️ A love story for the ages! An intimate confession! An epic quest! And happily ever after on the horizon…
📚 From Sunday:
A year ago he’d had no sense of the stone about to land in his life. Ripples and ripples and he was sinking.
“Cadence Bell,” he said, to the wind and the sea, “Queen’s playwright and artistic advisor. On the Inner council.” The sea sighed at him with voiceless well-meant soothing rhythm; but it had no advice to give.
📚 From Monday: I really loved him calling me that, and I didn’t know why. I wasn’t going to think too much on it. If I did, my stupid brain would start pointing out all the reasons I shouldn’t. So I just nodded and dropped my gaze. Trey wasn’t having any of that, though. He grabbed my chin and made me look at him.
📚 From Monday:
The French guy agitates my heart with his singing, and Ronan calms it with his kindheartedness. The contrasts are intense, making my skin feel too snug for my body, my chest tight, and my stomach worried. My pulse flutters in my neck, and I worry that Ronan will see it. I don’t know what to do with myself.
So I allow myself to look at Ronan, seeking comfort in his calming presence. I drink in the warmth radiating from him as though he’s the sun and I’m a sagging flower in desperate need of his rays of life.
📚 From Sunday:
As I approach, he brushes off the hood with his hand, revealing his face, and I stutter a breath. Dang, he’s grown up nice. When he’s not hunched over, he’s tall—and inch or two over my own six-feet-one—and muscular and broad all over. His hair is buzzed completely off, his ears sticking out a little too much, and a neatly trimmed beard frames and draws attention to pink, thin lips. His eyes are dark, almost black, and suck me into his gaze.
📚 From Sunday – “He does have persuasive eyelashes,” John said into his shoulder. “All soft and long and pretty. Maybe it’s another superpower.”
📚 From Tuesday: He could allow himself to fade, to wither and die. It would be easy, a couple more days, and he’d be gone, but there were moments worth living for. Moments when the woods were peaceful, when the animals shared their serenity, when the stream was warm and the moss soft under his body.
📚Reading 7 short stories this week on the treadmill:
– His Steady Heart by Nell Iris
– A Leather and Tea Morning by K.L. Noone
– Forever Yours by Kassandra Lea
– Slither by T.A. Creech
– Aim Higher by JL Merrow
– Finder’s Keepers by Rob Rosen
– The Gate by A.L. Lester
Daily snippets from my treadmill reading…
From first love to true love, from submission to sensual, from heat to sweet and everything in between, the couples in these stories are sure to keep you turning the pages as you fall in love with them.
Treadmill Goals/Tracking Get on the treadmill (or equivalent exercise) daily Pace is fine at 30 min/mile, although I may up it on occasion Time range between 30 minutes and 1 hour per day Distance 1-2 miles per day Read the chosen book, which I won’t allow myself to read outside of my treadmill time, hopefully motivating me to reach or exceed the above goals (exception…at the end of the week …