Coming Friday 7 pm PST. Auden Dar Author of: Prelude: Book One in the Interlude Duet See Excerpt
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I thought I had it all until he came back.
Julian Caine, my childhood friend, was a short, scrawny thirteen-year-old boy with thick glasses and a mouthful of braces the last time I saw him.
Fourteen years later, he’s no longer an awkward teen.
He’s all man.
A. Beautiful. Staggering. Drop-dead. Gorgeous. Man.
This is more than a fleeting attraction. I’ve spent too many sleepless nights obsessing over him while my fiancé sleeps next to me.
Then Julian makes a proposal I can’t ignore.
That’s all he’s offering.
If I say yes, will I finally have it all? Or will it be a prelude to disaster?
Prelude is Book One in The Interlude Duet. There is no cheating and due to graphic sexual content, it is intended for mature audiences only.
Beauty is a bitch. It teases you, haunts you, and consumes every inch of your soul. It’s hearing a love song that reminds you of a first kiss. It’s viewing a painting that renders you speechless. It’s watching the subtle yellow, orange and red hues of a sunset fade as night slowly approaches. But nothing beats the beauty of the unattainable, the obsessive desire for a man your body begs for but can never.
Obsession is defined as a compulsive, often unreasonable idea or emotion. I am obsessed with him. It is he who continuously forces his way into my consciousness. I can’t stop thinking about him, longing for him, aching only for him. As I read an excerpt from a novel, he becomes the main character in the story. When I prepare myself for the day, it’s his image in the mirror I see. My light brown hair transforms into his black tousled hair, disheveled. The light green of my eyes turn gray-blue that I often need to do a double take at the reflection staring back at me.
Like a chimera capturing my every thought, he haunts me every second of every minute, every minute of every day. It’s those crystalline eyes of his that greet me when I wake up and the last one I silently wish goodnight before I sleep the night away… all in my fucking head. It’s his deep, raspy voice whispering dirty words that I hear while others converse. It’s his infectious laughter that I crave. It’s his touch that I desire. It is he whom I want desperately to make love to me… to fill the void, the emptiness that plagues me. After several years apart, he returns, upending my life, my relationship, all that I have worked for. Like a seductive melody on repeat, I can’t think of anything else… of anyone else. I pray that whatever this may be, this longing passes.
The clock next to my bed reads 2:36 a.m. Sleep escapes me. I imagine his full lips on every inch of my body. I can feel him in my bones.
The unbearable longing escalates.
Soft breathing startles me, a painful reminder of where I am… of who I am. It’s a familiar sound I’ve heard for more than a decade. Slowly and with care, I turn to face him. His eyes flutter, lost in a reverie. What is he dreaming of? He remains in the same pose since falling asleep a few hours ago. I love you. Yet, emptiness manages to surround me. My chest tightens, slowly taunting my heart. My forefinger traces his bottom lip out of habit. Guilt and sadness sweep over me because it’s not his lips I want on mine. It’s not his body I want inside of me. He’s not the man who has me… crazy with desire in the middle of the night, begging to be taken, craving just for a taste of him.
He’s not the man who consumes all of my thoughts.
Auden Dar is a romance junkie. A former A&R music executive, Auden aspires to create the perfect, imperfect book boyfriend. Besides her family and erotic romance, Auden's other passions include music, foreign films, stalking bulldogs, and learning how to cook like Nigella Lawson.
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