Once upon a time there were three little girls without a love of their own...
Once Upon a Time, There Were Three Little Girls Without a Love of Their Own
Disclaimers
1. No baby mama drama, no drugs, and no bang bang shoot'em up. Just boy meets girl, good old sexual tension, and sweet romance like the great American love story should be told.
2. No, this is no ordinary tale. Written in acts and scenes, each scene is written with a particular girl in mind and they may cross over and join one another. The main characters have their special avatars and each couple has a theme/favorite song. Watch for the signs and the road will be easy to travel. I hope you enjoy it.
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Featured in the USAToday HEA Column and reviewed in the Recommended Read section.
"Tripping Prince Charming- A Romance of S{h}orts" by Ey Wade on Ganxy
Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, misunderstandings can cause heartache. It is the hope in the ones we love, the belief in the relationship we thrive for, that will illuminate and correct the problem in the end. Musical Selection:"Stay" by Rihanna feat. Mikky Ekko
Scene 3
Carmella: Devastated and heart broken follows her dream as he prepares to leave her for good.
Franklin climbed into the driver's seat of his car and pulled the door shut before rolling down the window. He'd walked out of Carmella's house and hadn't turned back as she called out behind him. He was tired. For weeks they'd dated or rather met each other around town because Carmella wasn't sure she could trust him yet.
He watched her as she approached slowly, her fingers twisting and untwisting around and into each other, bottom lip pouting and trembling, a solitary tear resting on the tip of her lower lashes. This was the hardest thing he'd ever done in life, but it had to be done. As much as he wanted to grab her up and hold her in his arms, he had to back away and let her figure out what she wanted with her future. He could no longer pretend he didn't care as much as he really did. Stifling his urges, his passion, his love, was breaking his heart. He had to call the relationship off. ~
Carmella heard the words Franklin was saying, but couldn't comprehend. She could see his lips moving, but her mind was blocking out her ability to put the sentences in any logical context. What was he saying? She shook her head to clear the fog, but it didn't help. She no more wanted to hear him than she wanted to hear what he was saying. Was he really saying they should break-up?
"What are you saying?" Her voice came out in barely a whisper. "I'm saying this is not working for me. I can't keep coming here day in and out and not know how I will find you. What frame of mind will you be in? Will you love me or will you push me away? I can't take it anymore. I can't be the toad you kick around because you aren't ready to have a prince in your life. I've been telling you this for days now. Call me when you're ready to stop thwarting my every effort to make this relationship work. Carmella watched as he drove off slowly. So slow, she could have run after him and stopped him. She could have reached out and grabbed the door handle before he left the drive. When the brake lights brightened she released her breath, so sure he was returning, only to catch her breath again at the sight of a squirrel darting safely between the tires as he drove out of sight. She pressed her palm to her chest in the hope of steadying her aching heart.
Tears rolled down her face as she whispered softly to the empty sky, "I want you to stay."
Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, misunderstandings can cause heartache. It is the hope in the ones we love, the belief in the relationship we thrive for, that will illuminate and correct the problem in the end.
Musical Selection:"Stay" by Rihanna feat. Mikky Ekko
Scene 2:
Ivy,stunned and speechless, watches the man she knows in her heart to be the prince of her dreams, walk out of her flower shop and more than likely, out of her life. Sighing heavily, Bernard closed his eyes for a second before looking in Ivy's direction. He was angry and hurt. The hurt over ruled so much all he wanted to do was cry, but not in front of her.
"Ivy, I can't even tell you how I feel about this. I've mentioned it many times before. So, many times in fact that I am beginning to think I sound needy. I'm finding it very hard to believe there is nothing going on between you and Nathaniel. You say you're trying to match him with Lillie-Rose and yet I never see him with her. I always seem to find you huddled next to him, you smiling up at him or you deep in conversation. I can't handle myself being so jealous and if you're trying to play some kind of game to keep me in this emotional hell, I have to tell you, it hurts. Do you even realize what you are doing to me? Can you imagine how you make me feel?"
Holding back the tears shoving to escape, he paused to clear his throat and grab reign of his emotions. The small action bolstering his determination to show her he had become tired of the ridiculous peek-a-boo she'd been playing with their relationship. Four months of love me, love me not had taken its toll.
"I don't know what you were trying to prove with the little scenario you were delivering with such perfection, Ivy or whether or not Nathaniel is a part of it, all I can tell you is this, you're killing me. I can't prove myself any better than I already have. If you're trying to make me jealous or you're," he paused to clear his throat again. "Or you're really in a relationship with him; I need you to understand I will not stand around and watch as you try to pull together some fanciful fairytale life. If I haven't shown myself to be yours by now, then I never will. When you get your story straight, call me." He stepped back and reached for the handle of the door. "You know where you can find me. I'll be the one standing next to the white horse." Bernard stepped through the door so quickly Ivy had no time to react before he closed it and was gone.
Ivy slid slowly into the chair behind the desk. Stunned was way beyond her scope of understanding. What the hell had just happened? One minute she was casually flirting with Nathaniel and slyly peeking out of the store's window trying to gauge Bernard's reaction. And the next she's practically scrapping her heart off the floor. Through the tears streaming down her cheeks, she watched the blur of his car turn the corner and quickly disappears from sight. What in God' name had she done? She let the belief she had some kind of magical power over Bernard ruin her relationship. It seemed a little humorous to see beads of sweat pop up on his forehead every time he saw her in proximity of Nathaniel, forgetting he couldn't read her thoughts and that the mind could take a picture and make it different to everyone seeing it. He'd pushed it too far. And knew the joke was on her. How in God's name was she going to make it right?
Pulling her cell from the desk's drawer she punched at the app that would pull her friends into a three way conversation. She needed help with this problem.
Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, misunderstandings can cause heartache. It is the hope in the ones we love, the belief in the relationship we thrive for, that will illuminate and correct the problem in the end.
Musical Selection:"Stay" by Rihanna
Stay
Scene 1:
Lillie-Rose: Standing in the living room of her home, silently accepting the accusations and verbal lashing being thrown at her by the love of her life.
"Nathaniel, just so you understand, I don't think I was ever dishonest with you about anything dealing with my past life."
Lillie-Rose fingered the curtain as she looked out of the window to the garden. The three hummingbirds flittering around the feeder making her think of herself, her friends and their love interests. Things were so tempting and sweet, but there was an element of danger.
"No, you just never speak of it."
The bite of anger in his tones struck a cord and she turned quickly, her attention strictly on his face.
"There's nothing to talk about. I've never pretended I was as pure as the driven snow like Ivy or once bitten like Carmella. What can I say about the marriage other than I am a woman who has been thrown aside and dragged through the mill. I love the relationship we've been having and I don't have a problem with it.
"Oh, really? That's not what I've been hearing. Every time I'm anywhere near Branson he feel its his duty to regale me with scenes from your past together or worse, enlighten me to your present rendezvous."
"What?"
Stunned at the ensuing accusations and afraid to break in the soliloquy to try to clear her name, Lillie-Rose stood mute. Mute in both mind and voice.
Nathaniel glared from his stance at the door to where Lillie-Rose stood in statuesque silence. Her back, stiff and ramrod straight, pressed against the frame of the bay window and her face turned slightly at an angle was deceiving in its simulated peaceful repose. Because her lashes were lowered, he couldn't tell if she were looking at him or into the garden. He wasn't even sure she was listening to him. After his first question she'd completely shut down.
Whenever she threw a glance in his direction throughout his solitary tirade, all he was able to see was a tinge of fear.
What was she really afraid of? Had Branson been telling the truth? If she would just answer he would tell her it wasn't a problem. He could understand if they'd engaged in a youthful rendezvous, after all Branson was Ivy's brother. Many girls fell in love with their best friend's brother. He could forgive that, but he knew he wouldn't be able to forgive her if the snide remarks Branson was continually spouting had anything to do with the present.
"Lillie-Rose, Honey will you please just answer me? Tell me everything Branson is saying is a lie. I honestly don't believe him. As a matter of fact I think he's a bold faced liar, but I want to hear the words from your mouth. Have you been sleeping with Branson, recently?" Nathaniel watched Lillie-Rose's body shudder as if disgusted and he happily took it as a sign of denial and hurriedly added another question. "He told me about the baby. Is that why you want to keep your past with him a secret?"
Lillie-Rose jerked her head in his direction at the remark and looked him straight in the eyes.
"Yes, he told me all about it." Nathaniel stepped closer, ready to offer her comfort, but without her taking a step, he felt the very essence of her being, shift away from him.
Lillie-Rose watched him lifting his hand towards her and immediately recoiled. She'd been here before and she didn't trust the innocuous touch. The lying deceitful stroke of steel encased in a soft hand. She wanted to part her lips and answer him, but they refused to separate; too afraid of the retaliation.
‘Did he tell you how he nearly got me killed with his insane jealous ridden lie? Did he tell you how his best friend beat me so mercilessly I ended up losing the child and spending a week on life support?'
Lillie-Rose wanted to scream those words at him, but she didn't let a sound pass through her lips. All she could do was remember and relive the last time she was questioned like this, then her every denial earned her another punch or kick. She'd learned her lesson. Besides, any contribution to the argument was unnecessary, Nathaniel's next words were answer enough.
"Okay Lillie-Rose, don't answer me. I'm just going to have to believe what he has told me. You regretted breaking up after losing his child and then I come into the picture and make him see where he messed up. I'm going to have to believe you two never really ended the relationship you had as kids and I'm going to step out of the picture." Without another word Nathaniel turned to walk out of the door.
Rushing forward, she made to grab for his shirt tail and missed as he slipped through the opening, closing it softly behind him.
Lillie-Rose pressed her forehead to the closed door. The snap of the lock's click in the chamber triggering the tears she'd held in check during their argument. What had she done? How could she have sat quietly while the man she loved beyond life walked away from her? There was no way she could justify even to herself the silence she had enveloped her emotions in had been the death of such a promising relationship. All she'd had to do was answer his simple questions. All she had to do was deny the accusations. Only thing she had to do was agree with him when he called Branson a bold faced liar, because that's exactly what he was. But she had held her tongue and let her fear keep her mouth shut. A mouth which could have cleared the air and not let the man she loved, leave with a lie encased in his heart. She'd let the brutal words and violent accusations determine her present and destroy her future. She'd let, what would have been a beautiful night remind her of the near death beating she'd taken from an abusive ex-husband.
With silent tears streaming down her cheeks, she turned, pressed the back of her head to the door and let the weight of her body drag her down and into a sitting position. Before her butt touched the floor she pulled her cell from the back pocket of her jeans. She needed to talk to her friends.
"There is a palette of flavors both sweet and at times bitter."-Ed Drury
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"Something very different There is adifference between being fated and being star crossed, being blessed and cursed. Yet sometimes its very difficult to tell and extremely difficult to convince a skeptic that fairy tales can come true even if you have to walk through the fires of hell to convince them. This is amost unusual book and I don't know how to classify it. It is a romance, yes. In fact is it three of them. On one level. On another, its a bit like a musical (think fiddle on the roof. Oh yes, quite literally think that...) It reads like ascreen play complete witha musical sound track and wonderful sets and locations. The back story to the entire thing could be a novel in itself, and toward the end it comes to center stage and rescues the entire effort. Another book by Ey Wade that is different from any other I have read, including her own. Its daring, often humorous, at times just a bit heart breaking, and highly original.
There is a palette of flavors both sweet and at times bitter."-Ed Drury
The first book I read by my next author spotlight blow me away. The way she intertwined her characters and the powerful message it conveyed caught me by a pleasant surprise. I experienced so many emotions reading the book, I didn’t understand why. Not until I realized one of the characters hit too close to home. Life happens. It will be okay. These are the things Ey’s book zapped me with. Since then, I have become a fan. Her writing style is different, different meaning, off the charts! Once you read one, you won’t be able to stop until you read them all.
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"Tripping Prince Charming by Ey Wade In Tripping Prince Charming, Ey Wade uses a creative way to tell the story of friends Ivy Gardiner, Carmella Candy and Lillie-Rose McIntyre. Written in acts, the interconnected stories introduce the three princes who hope to win the hand of their one and only true love. With music specifically selected for each phase of the courtship, Wade takes us on this creative romantic journey of thrills, disappointments, and ultimate happiness. Read and cheer for your favorite couple. This is truly a modern-day fairy tale for the romantics at heart."
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"There is a difference between being fated and being star crossed, being blessed and cursed. Yet sometimes its very difficult to tell and extremely difficult to convince a skeptic that fairy tales can come true even if you have to walk through the fires of hell to convince them. This is a most unusual book and I don't know how to classify it. It is a romance, yes. In fact is it three of them. On one level. On another, its a bit like a musical (think fiddle on the roof. Oh yes, quite literally think that...) It reads like a screen play complete with a musical sound track and wonderful sets and locations. The back story to the entire thing could be a novel in itself, and toward the end it comes to center stage and rescues the entire effort. Another book by Ey Wade that is different from any other I have read, including her own. Its daring, often humorous, at times just a bit heart breaking, and highly original. There is a palette of flavors both sweet and at times bitter." ~Ed
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