Em and Yves – the story concludes in EMBROILED emandyves.com
BLURB I had this insane urge to go “up there,” a yearning so strong that I couldn’t function. Dr. David even tried hypnosis.
Then he came, claiming to be my soulmate from another world. Why does my heart melt at the mere thought of him? Me in love with an alien? Yeah, sure, that makes sense.
Now I’m “up here” in his perfect heaven of a world—learning jiu-jitsu, making new friends, falling in love. Only there’s deception in the ranks, plots, and great danger in this other world. No one sees it but me. Do I love him enough to give up everything and stay with him? If I can I save him, that is.
Heaven and Earth, gods and monsters … is this Emily’s last chance for love? What will her decision be?
He was waiting for her outside David’s office—Pretty Boy. Emily froze, took a half step back, then another.
He held his hand out to her. “Hello, Em.”
Oh, God. She shivered as his voice seemed to roll over and through her. And again, he used the diminutive of her name that she hated so much. But when he said it … it sounded like love in its purest form. Why? How could this stranger possibly love her? How could he have such an effect on her? And why did she want so much for it to be true?
Her stomach churned. She swallowed bile. Was she that afraid of him? That afraid of what he might mean to her? Her only defense against the fear was anger. Her muscles quivered and her heart pounded. She undid three buttons of her coat, pulled off her scarf, and fanned her face. I’m much too young for hot flashes. She planted her feet and lifted her chin. “It’s Emily.”
With her lips pressed together, Emily shouldered past him and strode down the street, back stiff, fists clenched at her sides. Her bag slid off her shoulder. “Damn!” She paused, mid-stride and stooped to pick it up. He was faster.
She turned and saw him holding her purse in his hands as if it were a fragile heirloom. Without meeting his gaze she reached towards him to retrieve it, but just as her fingers touched it she let her hand drop to her side. She raised her eyes to his face. His stare seemed to penetrate through her. First his voice and now this. Jeez, what was it about this guy?
Emily took a deep breath. “Who are you?”
“My name is Yves.”
“You already told me that.”
Yves chewed his lower lip. “I’m the man waiting for you under the ice.”
Emily screamed—a primal sound that couldn’t possibly have come from her. She snatched her purse from his hand and bolted, glancing back only once to see that he was not following her, but she didn’t slow down. She had to get away. As far away as possible. Blinded by her tears, she ran until her chest hurt.