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by Tracy Reed

* * *

  I thought I saw your smiling face, but it was the sun shining in my eyes, reminding me, I was alone.

  * * *

  I thought I smelled your parfum, but it was the remnants of the bottle I shattered when I broke your heart, reminding me, I was alone.

  * * *

  I thought when I went to sleep and woke up the next morning, you’d be there. Instead, when I awoke your side was empty, reminding me, I am alone.

  Chapter Sixty-Eight

  NO. 17

  Those without vision, have no direction.

  Those without direction, have no plan.

  Those without a plan, have no hope.

  Those without hope, have no future.

  Those without a future, have no love.

  Those without love, have no life.

  I hope the vision I planned for my future would direct me to loving you for the rest of my life.

  Chapter Sixty-Nine

  NO. 18

  * * *

  One Moment

  One Chance

  One Opportunity

  One Feeling

  One Sound

  One Look

  One Touch

  One You

  One Me

  One Us

  One Kiss

  One Love

  Chapter Seventy

  NO. 19

  A smile will last as long as the person sharing it

  A thought will last as long as the person experiencing it

  A glance will last as long as the person is visible

  A dream will last as long as the person is sleeping

  A glimpse will last as long as the next blink of an eye

  A feeling will last as long as the person embraces it

  A wish will last until it transforms into something more

  A vision will last until every piece is fulfilled

  You will last in my memory until I am no more

  Chapter Seventy-One

  NO. 20

  * * *

  You are my desire

  You are my fantasy

  You are my dream

  You are my peace

  You are my calm

  You are my joy

  You are my inspiration

  You are my air

  You are my sunshine

  You are my moonlight

  You are why I want to be more than I am

  Chapter Seventy-Two

  NO. 21

  Beauty fades

  Feelings grow

  Time moves on

  Change is inevitable

  but my love for you

  will only get stronger

  Chapter Seventy-Three

  NO. 22

  * * *

  I can count on

  Spring being filled with cool rain and beautiful flowers.

  * * *

  I can count on

  Summer being filled with warm sunshine and the sounds of children playing.

  * * *

  I can count on

  Fall being filled with colors and scents man will never be able to accurately duplicate.

  * * *

  I can count on

  Winter being filled with cold air, love and memories.

  * * *

  I can count on

  you filling my life with your love, every season.

  Chapter Seventy-Four

  NO. 23

  * * *

  I crave you

  I desire you

  I need you

  I want you

  I choose you

  I ache for you

  I yearn for you

  I thirst for you

  I lust for you

  I love you

  Chapter Seventy-Five

  NO. 24

  * * *

  If this is the end of us, please let me spend one last night wrapped in your arms basking in the memories of what we were and not how we ended. I want to remember the sweet taste of your skin as I held you tight and memorized the sound of your heart beating as you slowly drifted off to sleep after giving yourself to me. I only want to remember the sweet bliss we shared and not the harsh words of goodbye.

  Chapter Seventy-Six

  NO. 25

  * * *

  Should have…

  Would have...

  Could have...

  never loved you more.

  * * *

  No. 26

  Tell me what you want

  Tell me what you desire

  Tell me what you need

  Tell me what you like

  Tell me what you crave

  Tell me your secret

  Tell me I’m the only one

  Tell me you belong to me

  Tell me you love me

  Chapter Seventy-Seven

  N0. 26

  * * *

  Tell me what you want

  Tell me what you desire

  Tell me what you need

  Tell me what you like

  Tell me what you crave

  Tell me your secret

  Tell me I’m the only one

  Tell me you belong to me

  Tell me you love me

  Chapter Seventy-Eight

  NO. 27

  * * *

  Love can’t be forced

  Love can’t be coerced

  Love can’t be directed

  Love can’t be manipulated

  Love can’t be controlled

  Love can’t be forsaken

  Love can’t be instructed

  Love can’t be dominated

  Love can’t be what you want it to be,

  Love just is

  Chapter Seventy-Nine

  NO. 28

  * * *

  The real me,

  isn’t the face and body I see when I see me.

  The real me,

  is the me that loves you unconditionally,

  The real me,

  longs to be in your presence constantly

  The real me,

  knows you are that piece I’ve been longing for

  The real me,

  isn’t the me I see, but it’s the me I hope you see

  Chapter Eighty

  NO. 29

  * * *

  I can’t shake this feeling that we’re not finished.

  * * *

  If we were finished,

  I wouldn’t see your face in my dreams

  * * *

  If we were finished,

  Every person wouldn’t sound like you

  * * *

  If we were finished,

  I wouldn’t smell you every where I go

  * * *

  If we were finished,

  Your taste wouldn’t be on my tongue

  * * *

  If we were finished,

  I wouldn’t remember how your lips feel pressed against mine

  * * *

  If we were finished,

  You wouldn’t care how much I love you

  * * *

  If we were finished,

  The pain of you not being here wouldn’t hurt this much

  * * *

  If we were finished,

  I could walk away and never look back

  * * *

  But we’re not finished

  Chapter Eighty-One

  NO. 30

  * * *

  I will never,

  love anyone else the way I love you

  I will never,

  desire anyone else, the way I desire you

  I will never,

  crave anyone else, the way I crave you

  I will never,

  give myself to anyone else, the way I gave myself to you

  I will never,

  allow anyone to know me as intimately as I allowed you

  I will never

  Chapter Eighty-Two

  NO. 31

  * * *

  I wish I could explain,

  how I fell in love

  * * *

&nbs
p; I wish I knew,

  how I fell in love

  * * *

  I wonder,

  how I fell in love

  * * *

  I don’t know,

  how I fell in love

  * * *

  I think I figured out,

  how I fell in love

  * * *

  I don’t want to know,

  how I could live without your love

  * * *

  Love isn’t a one note emotion...

  it’s a symphony with a sweet melody

  About the Author

  A California native, novelist Tracy Reed pushes the boundaries of her Christian foundation with her sometimes racy and often fiery tales.

  After years of living in the Big Apple, this self proclaimed New Yorker draws from the city's imagination, intrigue, and inspiration to cultivate characters and plot lines who breathe life to the words on every page.

  Tracy's passion for beautiful fashion and beautiful men direct her vivid creative power towards not only novels, but short stories, poetry, and podcasts. With something for every attention span.

  Tracy Reed’s ability to capture an audience is unmatched. Her body of work has been described as a host of stimulating adventures and invigoration expression.

  For more information

  www.readtracyreed.com

  [email protected]

  Also by Tracy Reed

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  The Alex Chronicles: What My Friends Need To Know

  The Good Girl Part One

  The Good Girl Part Deux

  Love Notes…Words For Lovers

  The Fix Up

  The Fling

  Tease

  Miss Match

  The Night I Fell In Love

  A Southern Gentleman

  First Encounters of Love

  God’s Bombshell

  Unexpected Love

  For a complete listing of Tracy Reed books, visit

  www.readtracyreed.com

  Thank You

  Thank you for reading LOVING HER! I hope you enjoyed spending a time with Alex and her friends. This is a series filled with twists and turns.

  If you’re still jonesing for more sweet and sexy romance, check out A SOUTHERN GENTLEMAN.

  Alabama native Jeremiah went to New York on business and found love. However, a vow he made prior to arriving is affecting his chance at love.

  "A woman walks into a crowded bar and meets a nice southern gentleman." That sounds like the beginning of a bad joke. Or is it the beginning of a fun love story?

  On the surface, Avery Marshall and Jeremiah Logan, have nothing in common. He's from Alabama and she's a native New Yorker. He loves steak and potatoes and she's trying to loose ten pounds. But there's one thing they discover, they both like truffle fries and have meddling mothers.

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  Avery walked into the River Grill and knew as she approached the hostess station it was pointless to ask if any of her party were here. Since she and her girlfriends started having these catch up dinners, they’d played with a variety of times to accommodate her friends’ schedule, they were always late. Secretly she hoped just once one of them would surprise her and be on time, or even beat her, getting to the restaurant.

  "I'm here for the Marshall party,” she said to the hostess.

  The hostess scanned her iPad, and then cast her eyes back at Avery with a sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry, but you seem to be the first one here."

  "Of course I am," Avery said under her breath.

  "Excuse me?"

  “Nothing."

  "Unfortunately, our policy is not to seat you until at least half of your party are present."

  "I understand."

  "You are more than welcome to have a seat in..."

  "The bar." Avery said sarcastically under her breath.

  "Excuse me?"

  "I'll just wait in the bar. Thank you.” Avery smiled.

  "I'll let the rest of your party know where to find you.” The hostess smiled.

  "Thank you."

  Avery turned around on her very expensive heels and headed to the bar. She stopped at the bar entrance, looked around and exhaled. She hated sitting in a bar alone. She told herself that any woman sitting in the bar of a luxury hotel full of men at this time of day was probably a hooker, looking to score a wealthy John for the evening, or possibly as a steady gig. She suspected most of the men at the bar thought she was either a new call girl or an old one hoping to catch her last big John.

  Avery looked around the bar and categorized all the men she saw. There were the young guns, looking like they should be ordering milk instead of martinis or scotch. Then there were the ones that thought they were good looking and too good for her. That was fine by her. Her last boyfriend was in the latter class…a pretentious player who believed his overly hyped, professionally written biography. And then there were the silver foxes. Loaded with money and little blue pills, searching for a sweet young, thin thing looking for a sugar daddy…or a very discrete call girl. And she was neither.

  Avery stood up straight, careened her neck around the line of suits, and spotted an empty seat at the other end of the bar. She took a deep breath and walked towards the empty seat. As she headed towards the bar stool, she began to regret her fashion selection for the evening. She had treated herself to a new dress. A beautiful royal blue Zac Posen fitted cocktail dress, with a deep scoop neckline. She was confident in her decision to buy it. However, if she’d known the only available bar seat meant she had to walk the gauntlet of men to get to it, she would have worn basic black, so she could blend into the crowd.

  She exhaled and cursed her girlfriends for putting her through this. She held her head high and started towards the only seat with a partial view of the hostess station. As she walked, her feet began to voice their dislike for the distance she was forcing them to go in five inch Christian Louboutin So Kate heels. The leopard print satin stiletto pumps were beautiful, but definitely not designed to go distance. Not that the distance from the hostess station to the last available seat was that far. But right now to her feet, it felt like she was asking them to run a half marathon in stilettos.

  Horrified she might fall, she focused all her attention on walking a straight line. Unfortunately for Avery, that meant not concentrating on her hips. Her mother constantly told her it wasn’t appropriate for a woman of her size to sway her hips. It’s not like she should be working as the fat lady for the circus. She was only a size eight on her slim days, and a ten on most others. But she was very curvy. And when she wore heels, she seemed to bring more attention to her voluptuous figure. Avery wasn’t ashamed of her body, but she wasn’t quite comfortable with it either. Thanks in part to her mother constantly comparing her to her cousins who were all thin…and married.

  Avery figured if she concentrated on the bar stool it would prevent her from toppling over in her heels. Wiggling hips be damned, she was determined to get that seat.

  She looked up and noticed a well-dressed gentleman enter the bar from the hotel entrance. He was headed towards her seat. “Crap. If it wouldn't slow me down, I’d take these heels off and run over and plop my butt on that empty stool.”

  She tried walking a little faster, keeping her eyes focused on the gentleman she was sure was headed towards the last empty stool. Suddenly he stopped mid stride, reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out his phone, and started talking. She sighed and continued on her destination.

  She didn’t dare slow down in case there was another unseen
contender for her seat. She turned the corner of the bar and focused on the stool. When she made it to the stool, she felt victorious. Not only had she managed not to fall down, she’d won the seat. She turned the back of the stool around and “What the Crap!” There was a coat on the seat of the stool. She looked around and there wasn’t another empty seat at the bar. Her shoes were definitely not meant for distance walking, and her feet were killing her.

 

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