“Sleep is my only weapon against the agony, but even then, he follows me into my dreams.” -Strapped
“Shy, I can’t be fixed. We won’t ride off into the sunset. There will be no happy ending.”
Shy, all those things you listed don’t make a person. They don’t. I mean it. You’re beautiful, both inside and outside, but please don’t look at me to validate that. You have to know it for yourself. -Taylor Holden, Strapped.
My first proof of the paperback has arrived in the mail. It looks better than I imagined. Thanks to Mijal Creative for the cover and formatting!
Now, I am going to do one last look over it and beat myself up as I do every time I read my writing.
“Wait a second,” he says and I hurriedly slam my foot down on the break. “Relax, everything is fine. Safety first.” He reaches over me and pulls down my seatbelt. I stiffen and look straight ahead as his arm ever so slightly grazes my chest. The click of the seat belt securing into the buckle is the only sound to break the awkward silence. I feel his warm breath on my neck as he reaches and I take a deep nervous inhale. His scent fills my nose, it is clean and warm, just like in the coffee shop. The smell of his skin is delicious. I try to stop these thoughts, but they are invading my brain in a way that has never happened to me before. Not even with…Rick. I try push him back out of my mind at this moment because I feel a sense of guilt. Rick and I are frozen. That’s the only way I can describe us. He is faithful, he is steady, he is nice, but he is not like this man in front of me: new, mysterious, and unpredictable. Rick and I are in a state of comfort, but like much of my life, I am becoming more and more discontent with comfort.
The paperback cover for Strapped is complete! August 1st baby!
Here she is:
He does everything to give to those around him and I am beginning to believe the glare of their smiles serve to blind him from his sadness, even if for a short while.” – Shyla Ball, Strapped