Like many readers, I’m a big fan of reunited lovers stories. The idea that true love will find a way no matter what really gets to me; I like to believe that’s true.
There are all sorts of reasons why a romance may not have worked out the first time around, but there’s no doubt that the pain of losing something makes us appreciate it all the more. It takes a strong person to be able to recognize the mistakes that were made, to own those mistakes, and to make amends for them. It’s hard to do that when emotions are running high and there’s so much to lose. There’s a quiet heroism involved in making personal changes to be good enough for the one we love. Those kinds of emotional stakes are what drive reunited lovers stories and they’re what reel me in every time. 🙂
My Guns and Roses story, “Blood and Roses,” is a reunited lovers tale. Jake and Ana were high school sweethearts.
When Jake was asked what his first impression of Ana was, he had this to say:
The first time I saw Anastasia Miller was when her family moved into town. Ana’s got the most amazing hair. To call it red wouldn’t do it justice. I was standing there on Main, watching the Miller’s drive through on the way to their new house and I couldn’t take my eyes off the beautiful redhead sitting in the backseat. I had plans with friends that day, but I blew ’em off and followed Ana out to her place instead. I introduced myself to the Millers and offered to help them move their stuff in. There was no way in hell I was gonna give any of the other guys a chance at her. Ana was mine. I knew it the moment I saw her.
We were kids. She was sixteen and I was just two years older. But by the end of that first day I was damn sure she was it for me–the only woman I’d ever want. Her smile can shred me. Her legs drive me crazy. She’s so damn smart. And there’s something in her eyes, like she has a secret she’ll never tell you.
So, back to your question. What happened the first time I met Ana? I fell in love. Hard. Twelve years later, I still haven’t recovered.
So what kept these two apart? You’ll have to read the story to find out, but here’s an excerpt:
Ana scrubbed, shaved, and perfumed herself like a woman bent on seduction, a mindset she hadn’t adopted for a very long time. She hadn’t packed anything sexy, so her simple cotton baby doll nightgown would have to do.
“Ten years,” she murmured to her reflection in the mirror, fluffing out her damp curls with her fingers. “You’re bound to be a little rusty.”
When she opened the bathroom door, she knew immediately that Jake was home. There was a palpable energy in the air and it flowed over her, awakening her senses. She could hear the shower running in his bedroom and appreciated the time to finish prepping dinner. She smiled when she saw the white roses in a vase on the dining table and when she went to pull out the salad, she found one of Victoria’s famous cheesecakes in the fridge.
She was tossing the salad when she heard Jake pad into the kitchen behind her. A moment later, his arms were circling her from behind and his lips were pressed to the side of her neck.
“Hi,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.
“Hi back.” Her head fell against his shoulder and she allowed herself the temporary luxury of leaning into him. His chest was bare, hard, and warm. “I like the flowers.”
“Good.” The tip of his tongue touched the lobe of her ear, then he caught it between his teeth. “I walked in the door and the smell of dinner made me hungry. Now I’ve smelled you and I’m starving.”
He wasn’t talking about food, she knew. That was proven when his hands slid down the flat plane of her stomach and gripped her thighs just beneath the hem of her baby doll.
“Did you get some work done?” he breathed, bending his knees to press his erection against the swell of her buttocks.
Ana became so aroused the denim of his jeans and the cotton of her baby doll might as well have not been there. She dropped the salad servers into the bowl and gripped the edge of the counter, shaken by the lust that burned through her. It felt as if she’d been numb for ages and was suddenly reawakened to sensation, overwhelmed by the vibrancy of it after living through miserable loneliness. “Yes, I did. How was your day?”
“I spent the last half of it thinking about you and cursing the paperwork I needed to clear so I could stay home tomorrow.”
She sucked in a deep breath. “Oh?”
“Before you leave my bed, Anastasia, you’re going to explain to me why we’re not together.”
In celebration of my birthday and the wonderful reviews we’ve been getting for Guns and Roses, I’m going to give away 5 copies of G & R (from your choice of e-tailer–or my upcoming release, Bared to You, if you already have G & R). You can post a comment about anything, but I’d really love to hear what the last reunited lovers story was that you read and what your favorites are!