28 June 2011

Vivianne's Lynn doesn't mince her words...

You all still there,

Okay, so here’s the deal. I love Rachel to bits but sometimes I could shake the fecking brains out of her. I don’t understand why she won’t let my brothers kick the sh***out of her moron ex-husband. Rick the Prick, I call him and, believe me, he is the world’s biggest.

Back to Rachel. What is wrong with that girl? I mean, she has the gorgeous, sexy, amazing – extremely rich Daniel Haynes practically grovelling and she blows him off? Now, if it was me, I’d be doing a bit of blowing off of my own….ok…ok, I’ll shut up about that. After all, children might be reading.

Daniel Haynes is probably the hottest guy on this side of the galaxy {my own gorgeous John excepted, of course} but Rachel just won’t accept he could be interested in her. I blame dickface, Richard. He has put her down so much, she no longer has any confidence in herself. And then there’s Alex. So, she’s scared of losing him. I get that, I really do, but it makes my blood boil to watch the Thompsons constantly manipulate her insecurities. Richard doesn’t want Alex and it breaks my heart to see how he treats his son, always disappointing him. How will this all pan out? I don’t know. For the moment, I am sitting in my vip seats, next to Rachel, waiting for the great man to come on stage. Rachel says Daniel’s P.A gave her the complimentary tickets but I am not buying it. My dear friend’s eyes are burning just a little too bright. I think the delectable Daniel has got to her. I hope so but, like you, I will have to wait and buy the book to find out. I hope Ms. Brentanos gives us all a happy ending. If she doesn’t, I’ll kick her fecking Brit arse too.


Daniel Haynes has the world at his feet- fame, fortune, so why does he feel so empty inside? What is his interest in Rachel Warner, a girl from a quiet Home Counties English town? Why does she hold the key to his happiness?

But Rachel Warner is scared. Daniel's interest in her threatens her ordered yet unsatisfying life because she has to live with the shadow of her ex-father-in-law breathing over her shoulder. Can she let go of her fears?

Rachel threw open the front door. "Oh…” Her stomach swapped places with her heart. There he stood again…like Jaws. Just when she thought it safe to go back in the wate... da da da da da... and so on. “It's late,” she blurted out, because at that moment she couldn't think of anything else to say—at least nothing coherent.

“May I come in?” he asked quietly.

“No!” she shot back before thinking it through. The sight of Daniel Haines standing on her excuse-for-a-porch had her shell-shocked.

“Okay.” He gave that wry little smile. “Now let's see how this could play out.” He rubbed at his chin. “Mmmm... you don't let me in, I stand here and bang on your door until you do, by which time the neighbors come out, see me and wonder what I'm doing here. They then probably call the Sun or worse, the Star, and—”

Grabbing him by his sleeve, she dragged him into her home, slamming the door behind him. “You certainly know how to play dirty, don't you?” She snapped “Sorry but I'm desperate.” He looked around her humble abode. “Hey, nice place.”

“Now you're being facetious.” She folded her arms across her chest, all too aware she wore nothing more than a skimpy pair of pajama shorts and a revealing camisole top that had “come and get me” stamped across the front.

“Don't be so damn touchy, honey.” He turned to her, gaze flickering over her body.

Unease stabbed in her chest. “Touchy?” She stepped back, indignation threatening to choke her. “You've got a bloody nerve... showing up here in the middle... and I'm not your honey.” The absurdity of the situation sank in. She wondered if she'd fallen asleep after all and was in the middle of a bad dream. Only it wasn't so bad because he did look rather hot in habitual black. He took a step closer to her and she smelled the fresh, clean scent of damp hair. He'd obviously come straight from the shower. Now she understood how Alice in Wonderland must have felt and for one scary moment she thought she might faint. He must have sensed it too and put his hand on her shoulder.

“Are you okay? You look pale.”

“Low...blood pressure,” she garbled.”Just what are you doing here and how did you find me?”

“Your receptionist, Lucy isn't it? She was very helpful, although I have to admit I didn't play fair. She gave me your address and I got my driver to bring me here.”

Rachel went into panic mode. “Please don't tell me you have a limo parked outside my driveway.”

“You don't give me a lot of credit, do you? I'm not that stupid. I sent him away.”

“A bit presumptuous of you, don't you think? Your audacity never ceases to amaze me. How did you know I'd let you in? Especially after you wasted my entire evening.”

“I didn't.” Daniel gave her that lazy smile. He held up his cell. “I can call him back anytime. It's not fair keeping him out so late, I admit, but as I said, I was desperate.” The smile disappeared, as, with trembling hand, he reached out to her again.

Rachel's mouth went dry but she held her ground. “And just why were you so desperate?” For one tension-filled moment he said nothing. He just stared into her eyes, pulling her in, drawing her to him until she thought she suffocated. She had to look away.

“I had to see you again. I couldn't leave town knowing you thought so badly of me, knowing I'd upset you.”

“You didn't upset me.” Rachel pushed him away. She turned her back to him. Once again he'd read her so easily. “Why should you have upset me? I meanyou're nothing to me... I—”

“I saw you, Rachel.” He slipped an arm around her waist and, gently, turned her around to look at him. “I saw your face.” His voice was a soft caress. “And I know what you were thinking, but that's not what was happening.”

“It doesn't matter—”

Daniel put a finger to her lips. “It matters to me.”

Rachel listened, feeling a complete fool as he explained about the competition winners.

“I did ask Mai to cancel, but in the end I couldn't. The girls would have been so disappointed. I'm so sorry, but you do understand, don't you? Mai was supposed to let you know, but...I guess she forgot.”

Her head was ready to explode. A mixer-tap of sensation ran through her body. Her madly beating heart felt too big for her chest. She shivered. The light in his eyes thrilled her and yet she was frightened. He held her in both arms now, fingertips searing through her flimsy attire. “Please..." She faltered. “...Please don't touch me.” She removed his hands from her waist. “I don't understand. Why does my opinion of you matter so much?”

“Because...” He caressed her cheek. “I'm in love with you.”

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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I believe I love Lynn's colorful dialogue (tee-hee)...she definitely makes me want to read your book Viviane.