It's the end of the first week of Marvelous March, and Celeste is closing us out on a romantically sweet note. When one woman has designed her life in such a manner that she is independent of others, the thought of someone taking care of her heart might seem a bit unsettling. Or is it? Read on and don't forget to comment to be entered into the giveaway.
About I Am Moore...
One family. Eight sisters, tangled in romance. Emery Moore moved away from home after finishing her juris doctorate. She was a successful corporate attorney and had been living in Washington D. C. for the past five years. It wasn’t often that she returned home to Atlanta, but the love of her family drew her back. Emery had success in so many facets of her life, but she hadn’t been as lucky in love. The word love was unsettling for Emery; it was loaded with notions of submissiveness and sacrifice, the loss of self and being dependent on another person. Notions Emery wasn’t sure she wanted. Yet, there was someone Emery couldn’t shake her soul loose of and she tussled with her heart and the sensible tug in her mind daily.
Evan Stanton Esq. had been an integral part of Emery Moore’s life for the past six months. He like she, was an attorney. During the day, the attorneys at law litigated from different sides of the aisle; fighting with everything they had for their clients. But for the past few months, business was left at the door, and the fighting ended as Evan and Emery delved into uncharted territory. Evan loved how Emery felt in his arms. The curve of her hips, the arch in her back made it difficult to keep his hands off her. It wasn’t always like this. Emery had to be pursued, and although Evan was attracted to her unapologetic disposition in the courtroom, along with her sophisticated air, Emery was a challenge; one that Evan planned to take on full steam ahead.
"Emery felt the coolness of the marble floors under her feet. Evan lifted his arm, inviting her to wrap hers around his as she had done so many times before. They stepped down together and Emery felt the coolness replaced by the warmth of the sand under her feet. As they moved along the beach, Emery’s heart pulsed at a steady beat. Adrenaline coursed through her as the familiar feeling of being safe in Evan’s arms assaulted her senses. When Evan paused, Emery paused with him. Stepping from behind him, the reason he stopped came into view. It took Emery a moment to take it all in.
“I hope you like it,” Evan said as he moved a step closer. Emery’s eyes danced as she looked at what Evan had done. The secluded area of the beach was lit with flaming torch lamps. There were blankets on the sand with baskets of food and a vat of wine. She didn’t notice it at first until she heard the soft strumming of an acoustic guitar being played by a musician not far away.
“It’s a picnic,” she mused, as a smile spread across her face. Seeing that smile warmed Evans' heart. Placing his hand on the small of her back, Evan escorted Emery onto the blankets and held her hand as she sat down.
“Are you surprised,” Evan asked, sitting down across from her.
“I am,” Emery replied. Evan had always been generous. He had exquisite taste and didn’t mind lavishing Emery with the finer things. She thought he would do something to try and impress her, something over the top. But this? Emery had not anticipated. She was pleasantly surprised.
“I just wanted it to be you and me,” Evan began.
“Well, him too,” Evan smirked, looking back at the guitarist. Emery smiled with him. “Seriously Emery, I wanted us to have a chance to leave everything and everyone else behind and it just be us. I miss us.”
“I miss us, too,” Emery sighed.
“That’s good to hear,” Evan replied. There was a genuine soul-stirring smile that eased across his lips. Seeing him, Emery smiled with Evan."
Love. It is a many splendid thing, isn’t it? Yet, it’s not a straight path from one heart to another. Most often, love is a tangled mess that challenges our thoughts, beliefs, and challenges us to prove over and over that we are more than enamored with an individual. Love is a tangled conglomeration of what the mind thinks, what the soul feels, and what the heart knows. And I write about it... Feel free to follow me on Amazon at The Celeste Granger and join my Facebook group @ Facebook. You can also become a part of my newsletter @newsletter.
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