Affected by her parents’ highly publicized divorce, Isabel grows up isolated and alone, with a resolve to never fall in love and repeat their mistakes.
When Jesse Cain enters her life, she falls hopelessly in love with him, and every sadness she’s ever felt is washed away by his intensity and passion. But people change as they grow up. Things can never stay the same forever.
Jesse and Isabel fight to stay together, determined to hold on to what they once had. Isabel wonders if a second love can ever be enough to make her forget her first.
I love to read, write about reading, shop, write about shopping, three day weekends, high heels and purses. I’m a wife, a mother, a corporate executive, a loyal friend and a passionate believer in true love. This is all you need to know about me. If you get my stories, you get my heart.
1. NO one at work knows I wrote a Romance book.
2. I’m terrified of birds or anything with feathers. I won’t walk around them. I turn the other way.
3. I can’t sleep alone. At all. Ever.
4. My handbags are wrapped in their dust bags and they all have their own names.
5. My friends have many nicknames for me. Two of the most recent ones are “Little Assassin” and “Princess”
6. I took Hip Hop lessons a year ago.
7. Only one son of mine laughs at my jokes.
8. Jesse’s letters in the Light in the Wound are real.
9. I plan my outfits based upon the shoes I want to wear.
10. I kill plants just by looking at them and I burn things on the stove at least once every week.
The trip to the airport took about 45 minutes—enough time to transform my outfit and freshen up for him. Once we got to the airport, we didn't have to wait at all. He was standing outside in a gray suit with a white button down shirt, already unbuttoned due to the heat. Bernard waved at him and he stepped up to the right side of the door to get in.
"Hi," I said shyly.
"Hi, baby. Wow. You look amazing, as always."
The blazer had come off and the four-inch leopard print shoes were on. The skirt looked much shorter on me without the blazer. I slid toward him as he grabbed me and placed me on top of his lap.
"Happy Anniversary," he whispered sensually into my ear. His nose traced a line from my jaw to my neck and his fingers softly rubbed the inside of my thigh.
I giggled nervously. His touch felt so good, so safe.
"One month down, 959 more to go," he groaned, his hands now on my back, pulling me close.
"That's 80 years, A."
"I'm in love with a math genius."