Southern Charm : A BWWM Cowboy Romance
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Coming back to the living room I took Joshua's hand.
“Are you ready for this?” I asked him.
“About as ready as I'll ever be.”
We both tiptoed as quietly as we could into Giselle's bedroom. I put on the soft light next to her bed so that Joshua could finally see his daughter in the flesh. I could feel nervous energy coming from him and thought it funny a grown man could be scared of a tiny girl. Then again, I’d known Giselle her whole life.
Giselle wore a pair of pale, yellow pajamas with tiny white bows printed on them. Next to her was her trusty white gorilla. She lay on her front and breathed softly without waking as we stared down at her for what seemed like the longest time.
“She's beautiful,” Joshua whispered. “I'm so nervous about meeting her.”
“It'll be fine. I'm sure she'll put you completely at ease.” I said and I knew that my little girl would.
“I hope so,” he said.
Joshua put his arm around me and kissed my forehead softly. I looked at him and smiled before looking back at Giselle sleeping without a care in the world. It was only then that I remembered I'd had my bag stolen. As crazy as it seemed, I wasn't even bothered by it. I'd report it later. At the time it happened I remembered thinking that my life had somehow ended because my purse was gone. My first thought had been that my whole life was in that purse. My credit cards, license, some pictures, and discount cards could all be replaced. But with Joshua's arm around me and Giselle sleeping soundly in her bed, I knew that my whole life was right there – right in that room.
THE END
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Tiana's a young writer who only recently began having her stories published. At only 30-years-old, Tiana plans to continue her writing for many years to come and seems to have a never ending stream of unique story ideas.
Tiana was raised in New York City and currently resides in a small apartment house in Philadelphia with her two adorable cats. She's yet to meet Mr. Right, but in the meantime enjoys depicting him in her various interracial stories!
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Excerpt from Escort by Mistake
This was what drew Cassidy to New York. It was a city that was so full of life; so vibrant, with its melting pot of strange and weird creatures. Tristan stopped by a red food truck, greeted the owner, and ordered a medium pepperoni pizza along with a pitcher of soda. Then he led her towards a wooden table and politely pulled out a chair while gesturing for her to sit.
Cassidy fidgeted with her fingers before resting her chin on her hands. She looked everywhere except at him. When she finally got the nerve to do so, she discovered that he was gazing at her intently, head nodding with furrowed brows like he was coming to some conclusion.
“What?” she asked, intrigued by the look on his face.
“You’re just as mesmerizing as when I saw you last.”
"And you’re still a mystery to me,” she replied back.
He raised an eyebrow, shrugging his shoulders at the same time.
“What do you wanna know?”
“For starters, why did you leave such a huge tip? And the flowers that came the next day?”
“Can’t you just be appreciative and say thank you?”
“Oh, thank you! ” Cassidy exclaimed, feeling somewhat chastised. Why did he make her feel so guilty?
“That’s my girl. And I was only kidding. In all seriousness, the tip was for your company. I made you stay longer at the café when you could have been on your way home and I felt lousy about that. The flowers… well, they were just to remind you how much I enjoyed talking to you,” Tristan explained with a gentleness and sincerity in his captivating eyes.
“First of all, I’m not your girl,” Cassidy began, only to quickly be interrupted.
“We could remedy that…” Tristan chuckled.
“Wha…”
This was getting confusing.
Cassidy carried on like she'd misheard. She must have. Or did she?
“Nobody leaves a $500.00 tip! Well, maybe in the movies they do, but not in the real world. And the flowers were a little too excessive for the pleasure of my company.”
“So you didn’t like it?” Tristan asked in concern.
“What? The tip?”
"No, the flowers,” he answered.
“Yes, I liked them. They were beautiful.”
“So… you liked them?”
“Yes, that‘s what I just said,” Cassidy replied in annoyance.
“Then why are we even having this conversation?” Tristan joked.
Cassidy looked at him in exasperation.
“Tristan… I… I…”
“I like it when you say my name.”
“You’re an incorrigible flirt,” Cassidy accused with a grin.
Tristan burst out laughing and she realized she liked the way it sounded.
“Are you always this way with women?” she asked.
“No, not always. Only to the ones I really like.”
“So you like me then?”
"What’s there not to like about you?” Tristan asked, giving her a sweeping look.
“Duh! I work at a local café while you do beautiful photography… and drive a BMW. We have nothing in common.”
“The car could just be a rental, and I could be a struggling photographer trying to make a name for myself,” Tristan answered with a serious face.
“Is it a rental?” Cassidy’s brow raised in curiosity. “Somehow, I don’t think it is. You and that car make a good pair. It’s like you two belong together.”
“It’s just a car, Cassidy,” Tristan laughed. “It doesn’t define who I am.”
He didn’t answer her questions directly, but Cassidy was capable of reaching her own logical conclusions. She didn’t know much about luxury vehicles, but she knew enough to know he drove a very expensive one. One that he couldn’t possibly afford if he was just a struggling photographer.
No, there was something more to him. Cassidy knew it. There was an air about him… and it drew her. She was intrigued by him. It wasn’t just the movie-star looks. Good-looking guys were a dime a dozen in New York. Even the gay men were ridiculously handsome. Tristan was different, however. He exuded authority somehow, like he always had the last word in everything, although he managed to camouflage it by his seemingly casual and friendly manner. Cassidy couldn’t put a finger on it yet, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was hiding something.
A thought flashed through her mind and almost made her choke on her slice of pizza. It was piping hot and she was carefully trying not to burn her tongue.
“Ahm you maw-ried?” she jumbled, reaching for the soda to push the food down her throat.
“Excuse me?” Tristan chuckled.
“Are you married?” she blurted, the words coming out clearly this time.
Tristan shook his head, while replying, “No, no, no. I’m definitely not married, I promise you.” After a short pause he added earnestly, “Hell, I don’t even have a girlfriend. If I did, I would have mentioned it before I asked you out.”
Okay, so he seemed straightforward and candid. That was like a breath of fresh air in New York City. She trusted he was being sincere, leaned back, and resumed eating. The pizza tasted even better now that she knew he was single.
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