|Posted by Brenda Dyer on September 3, 2011 at 11:50 AM|
This sample is taken from my completed WIP, Love's Prophecy.
Pain twisted Mel's gut tighter. “Breeana, I'm not asking you to give up anything.”
Her gaze was fierce. “Do you want to know what scares the shit out of me?”
She hesitated. “I would leave everything. I'd leave it all behind because I…love you.”
His heart ground to a halt when her softly spoken words filtered through his brain. An instant later, it jumped, slamming so hard against his ribs it felt like it would burst free.
She loved him? Did he hear correct?
He searched her face and saw it was true.
Joy, love, sadness, and God help him, hope added to the chaos of emotions he already felt.
He tilted her face up with a hand and kissed her hard. A kiss brimming with love, despair, and frustration, over a situation that held no other solution than heartbreak. And he sensed she experienced the same whirlpool of feelings. He felt it in her kiss, in the desperate way she gripped his shirt, and he tasted it in her tears.
He pulled back and stared into her eyes. “I love you, Breeana. The short time we've known one another, you have become my everything. My heart. My breath…My life. I was dead inside before you.”