Speaking of love…
Whether it’s yourself or a person you know – there is always someone on the lookout for love. We all yearn that euphoric driving force which makes our heart beat a little faster, and can make the sun rise or fall in our lives. But in this massive world crammed with people, how do you go about finding your ‘one‘ – that single person you’re meant to spend the rest of your days with? Sadly, there is no secret recipe, no tested method, and absolutely no money-back guarantee to make it happen. Simply put, it’s the luck of the draw.
In this game of Happily-ever-after, we should bear in mind that Lust is an avid challenger, quite capable of effortlessly luring future champions from the arena. And even if you stay to fight, and win, it also does not necessarily make you triumphant. How so, you might ask? Well, because Love might very well be grand and glorious, and can soar you to unknown heights, but Love is, perhaps, also the most notorious drug of all. One taste can see you lost in addiction, especially if it catches you unawares. So, in speaking of love -, today’s blog is dedicated to my book, Finding a keeper.
Brenna Palmer almost has everything she’s ever wanted – a dream job and amazing friends. All that’s still missing is Mr. Right, who she’s actively on the lookout for. So much so that her friends have deemed her to become boring and they playfully threaten her with an escort so she can let loose. ‘Dare to break free’, her bestie, Beth, challenges. On her birthday, she mistakes gorgeous Gabriel Burke, thinking him the arranged escort her crazy friends had followed through with. Lost in his mesmerizing hazel eyes and not about to prove her friends right – that she’s no fun -, she gives in. It’s just going to be one night of wild abandon, right?
When the mistaken identity comes to light the next day, she finds that he’s actually a millionaire, a ladies’ man, and worst of all – a determinedly dedicated bachelor. Despite the sexual magnetism they share, Brenna has no intention of wasting her time in trying to have him change his ways and does her utmost to resist his relentless advances. Until Gabe makes a proposal: She continues searching for Mr. Right, but as long as her heart remains unclaimed, she’s his to ravish. It’s an offer she simply can’t refuse.
It’s a seemingly perfect arrangement, until Mr. Right does come along – much sooner than either of them anticipated. There is no moral dilemma. She knows what the right thing is to do. It’s just … why does it feel so very wrong?
When all is said and done, Brenna will be sure of one thing: When you make a deal with the devil, always know that the price is much more than just your soul. After all, she dearly pays when she’s dragged through hell and back… more than once.
I am unaware of any couples who simply met, fell in love and has never experienced ups and downs. It’s a part of life. And so the story of Gabe and Brenna flows to the same river, with two people who face and have to overcome tremendous challenges to find their way to each other. Because, just sometimes, our heart calls to the person who isn’t good for us. Our soul yearns for the one who isn’t quite on the same wavelength in terms of a relationship. Do you cut your losses and move on? Do you wait it out in the hopes that they might come around? At the end of the day, Love is nothing more than a crapshoot. A risky game played by no rules, other than sentiments of the heart.
¸.•´ ¸.•*´¨♡ Excerpt of
(¸.•´♡ Finding a keeper:
As Gabe moves off me, he draws me into his arms and I lean in with my head on his chest, drawing a pattern across his washboard abdomen as I listen to his racing heart steadily slow down.
“That was a stellar performance, Ms. Palmer,” he says. “Definitely one of the best I’ve had.”
“Thank you, I think?” I chortle.
“If you keep this up, I’m going to have a hard time letting you leave my bed.”
My slowing heart jolts to an upbeat tempo again.
“But you will… let me go?” I ask, not sure whether deep down, I want to hear him confirm or deny my question. I feel him run a palm over my hair.
“Yes, baby. When the time comes, I’ll let you go. I’ve never had a problem with sticking to my promises.”
Wrong answer, Burke! Some part of me cries out. That’s not necessarily what I wanted to hear.
Gabe gently slides out from beneath me and busies himself in the bathroom. I turn over in the bed, onto my stomach, contemplating our peculiar agreement. In itself, the idea seemed nonsensical. By day I intend to prowl, looking for the man I want to spend the rest of my life and have children with, and by night I slink off to the bed of a Greek god to have him ravish me.
Every time Gabe is around me, I seem to end up giving more and more rope on my morals. Our arrangement being the most recent case in point. I feel the bed indent and Gabe’s warm and hard naked body slides up against mine. He turns me and draws me back into his arms and I rest my head on his shoulder, draping my arm around his waist. Lying here next to him feels like the most natural thing on earth and my gut unexpectedly, but viciously, twists with trepidation.
Why, all of a sudden, do I just have this feeling that the ability to greatly hurt me lies within this man? A heartbreak of such profound measure; that it would exceed anything that I could possibly ever fathom?
Sleep closes in on me, driving the irrational fear from my mind. For that to come to pass, means that I’m first going to have to fall in love with him, and that’s not going to happen! I refuse to mix my heart with pleasure.
I can thank my lucky stars that I’ve drawn such a clear line between love and lust…
And those, my dear friends, are the rose-tinted glasses some stare themselves blind with. Confusing lust with love. Because if we listen to just our minds and our bodies, chances are pretty good that we’re going to end up with the wrong person, time and again. If you want to find ‘The One’, you’re going to have to dig much deeper than the obvious. *Perhaps a good time to remind yourself that forever is a really long time to be bound to one person, and looks fade, you know. I once heard someone say that in a loud room, the most impactful words will come from the softest voice. Hmm, deep. If at all you’d bother to take heed of that advice, you’d have to be silent to hear what your heart is telling you. If it’s urging you to hold on, then by God, you cling until your fingers snap with the effort of it. And if it’s saying let go, that’s what you need to do, no matter how much it hurts.
To those who have found their ‘keepers’, consider yourself lucky. Finding your soulmate happened at odds stacked much higher than the largest lottery in the world. To those who haven’t yet … keep the faith. Many lives have unexpectedly changed in the blink of an eye – be it through an accidental bump-in around a corner, a stayed elevator door or a pair of dropped keys. The cosmos is hard at play, and you just have to place your bet on the right spot and wait for the ball to drop. Absolutely, he who said that love is a gamble surely wasn’t kidding. Thing is… are you going all in?
Book hugs, Michelle