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by T. L. Sieving


  “Babe, you can’t be serious?!” I don’t know if I’m more shocked because this is my man or if I’m shocked because my job is to know all the dealings in baseball and I didn’t know this one!

  He laughs as he sees my mind working a mile a minute. “It’s in the early stages, but yeah they’re interested,” he says to me, “Real interested, actually.”

  He raises an eyebrow at me and I know he’s checking to see how I feel about it.

  “I know it was always your dream to play for Detroit, love, so don’t change that if you aren’t positive. I know they are very interested too.”

  “I had my whole life planned out, but that life didn’t involve someone else and that was a problem and that’s why you left. I’m glad you left, Luciana, because our life can’t revolve around my life. I love you… I love you so much. I see you in this city and it’s clear this is where you should be. I love this city the same way you do. I can’t live without you. You are my normal. I’ll never be without you, and if this is where you want to be then this is where I want to be.”

  I’m tearing up at what he’s saying and how much of his heart and soul he put into it. He reaches over and opens the drawer next to the bed and looks back at me.

  “I was going to wait, but almost losing you is not something I want to ever experience again. I trust you with all that I am. I trust in us with every inch of my soul. I don’t doubt that you’ll make 99% of the decisions for us. This one I want to help you make, I want you to marry me. Will you marry me, Luciana Jane Stevens?

  “Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you Chase!”

  T.L. Sieving

  I have always been an avid reader. I used to hide under the blankets with a flashlight just to stay up late reading. That same passion for books never left, I still hide just to get a few quiet minutes in to read a book. Once I start reading I get stuck in the books world and don’t want to come out. If you see me looking at my phone I’m probably reading a book, not texting or on social media sites like people probably assume. When I start a book I like to finish it that same day, so good luck talking to me.

  I have had these characters from the never forgotten series in my head for a long time. They demanded I let them out recently and writing their story came naturally. It was re-writes and edits that took more time than getting the story on paper.

  I really wish I took more editing classes in college, the Political Science classes aren’t paying off as well as English classes could have. I have a Bachelors degree in Political Science and a Masters in Business Administration.

  I have just started writing but I have three books planned for this series and the next series is in my head ready to come out. I plan to keep writing until my husband or kids hide the computer (or tablets).

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  At this very moment I’m sitting on the back of a Harley, which could very well be stolen, setting off into the sunset with an amazing guy. His strong muscular form is driving and the vibrations of the motor send shivers through our bodies.

  I recall the past few years I’d spent with my ex-boyfriend, Marc. I close my eyes and rest my chin on this man’s back. It’s easy to remember the heartache and the pain of loneliness. I can still sense the tears I shed for Marc. My ex never cared for me the way I loved him. I was in love with Marc for years; he played my family and me for fools. Marc stole my heart and stomped on it the day I found him in bed with my best friend Natalie. That day I lost Marc and I lost a huge part of me as well. I told myself I wouldn’t give my heart to another man again.

  The wind ripping through us feels cool against my body and it’s tangling through my thick, wavy, brown hair. I scan my eyes looking down along his powerfully built chest and see my arms wrapped around his waist for fear that I may fall. The mere thought of falling in love scared me for too long.

  My eyes move over his broad left shoulder and I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the side mirror. The twinkle in my big-brown eyes and the smile across my face bring out an emotion as if I’m a little girl just waking up Christmas morning.

  I have a sense of freedom that I haven't experienced in a long time. I never imagined emotions this strong would consume me again.

  The past few weeks are nothing I ever imagined. This man in front of me is the one who allows me to be me. He loves me for the person I am, not the woman he wants me to be.

  "Shit, ouch, double shit!" I bounce across the living room on my left foot, stubbing my toe for the hundredth time. Ugh, when the hell is Chloe going to send for the rest of her shit?

  My sister promised the movers would be here yesterday to move out the last of her non-essential things from my small one-bedroom apartment.

  Surprise, the movers never showed or worse she never scheduled them to come.

  As a single 24 year old female, I don’t need much living space; I do however prefer things have their place in my little world and these boxes do not deserve a spot here.

  My apartment is indeed small. It’s really all I need for me. I have everything decorated the way I want it and my place is cozy. It has a modern flare to it with my wall décor, curtains, and the few pieces I have scattered around. The furnishings are a slightly used leather couch and chair in the living room which makes it extra comfy and a giant sleigh bed in the bedroom. The place comes together quite well, except for the cardboard boxes I want out.

  I don’t know why I even bother getting angry. I love my sister, I do, but her lack of consideration for others amazes me sometimes.

  Chloe is my older sister, the one I always cover when she can't figure a way out of a jam. Chloe is older than me by two years, but I always thought I was the more responsible sibling.

  Ugh, to hell with her. I’m not going to dwell on the drama, at least not for the next five seconds. Then the pain of my toe smacks me in the brain, "Ouch!"

  Chloe got an amazing job, the chance of a lifetime for her. Since the offer, she has relocated herself across the country from Boston to Los Angeles. She can pursue her dream career as a sports analyst for ESPN and to be honest, I’m proud of her.

  In addition to these damn boxes, Chloe also left a wee bit of man drama here to keep in line. His name is Derrick Peters, and he is madly in love with my sister. Chloe and Derrick have been dating since they were in eleventh grade. I know that one day they will find themselves back together and get married, but for this moment he is once again waiting for her.

  This isn’t the first time these two have attempted a long distance relationship.

  I remember the day our mom and dad took my sister to New York University (NYU). I thought he was going to lose his mind. Derrick sat on the front porch as the car pulled out of the driveway and didn’t move for the remainder of the night. He was a hot mess that I couldn’t stand. Derrick was Chloe's problem to take care of, not mine.

  Here we are, six years later facing the same Chloe and Derrick drama. The wonderful kid sister I am to Chloe and best friend to Derrick, I keep him occupied and make sure he doesn't get into trouble.

  "Dude, where’s the hammer?" Derrick asks as I walk in the front door.

  "Well, hello to you too Derrick." I answer in a cocky tone.

  Even though Derrick and I met a few weeks ago, we’ve built a bond of friendship as though we’ve known each another longer.

  "I sure as hell don't know what you’re talking about. Aren't you using the hammer dude, its right there? Besides take a break from being Mr. Fix-It and grab some of this shit so it goes in the right spots this time.”

  “I’m just trying to finish off a couple of things Chloe and I had planned when we bought
this house. Now since she has picked up and moved straight cross country, I have to finish what we started.” Derrick says in a pissed off tone.

  Damn Derrick, what the hell was this guy doing to his house? He’s been a real mess since I met him a few weeks ago. I moved here to avoid drama, not live with it again. After my parent’s death and my sister’s refusal to talk to me, I don't see a need to surround myself with people who are crazy.

  I busted my ass for six years after college helping dad build up the contracting business. We were damn good too. It’s amazing how one week and a bastard for a brother-in-law can ruin your life; taking hard work and dreams away.

  The abrupt decision to move from North Carolina to Massachusetts may have been a dumb idea. With no family left and losing my job I figured hell why not. After all, I’m a huge Red Sox fan.

  Thank god I was lucky when I came up to visit the city of Boston a few weeks ago. I met with Derrick after seeing an ad on Craig's List for a roommate. He had a place to live that cost little in rent, allows me to keep my dog and is in a small town not too far from the city limits. It was a perfect fit to start my new life.

  So I moved in a few days ago.

  Without a real plan or career direction, I packed up my loft apartment, loaded up the Durango, and hit the road with Manny my bulldog.

  After Derrick and I bring the bags into the house, I start to put shit away. Now that everything is in its place, I decide to help Derrick find the tools he needs for the latest house project.

  Derrick appears to be a smart man. He’s a junior partner at a prestigious law firm, but to be honest I don't know how handy he is in the home renovation department. From what I gather, he is trying to upgrade his new house little by little. Good thing he has a craftsman and building contractor living under the same roof.

  After we found the tools Derrick was looking for, I decide to take a seat on the couch. I watch as he attempts to hang a set of shelves next to the TV. The man doesn't seem to be struggling, so I figure why bother offering my help.

  I ignore him and the offbeat hammering, kick up my feet, scratch Manny behind the ears, and turn on the tube. The Red Sox are playing the Phillies, not a chance in hell the team will lose this game. Come to think of it, I need to get my ass to Fenway to watch the team play in person. Hell yea, adding that to my Boston to-do bucket list.

  The decision to move was good; a change of scenery was what I need. Derrick and I mesh well; we’re two peas in a pod. The house gives enough room to have privacy when needed and Manny is happy to have a huge backyard to run and be a dog.

  Things were starting to work out. Life is good...for now.

  Author t. h. snyder

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  Needing You

  by T.R. Fike

  Out November 30, 2013

  Prologue

  Who would have thought life would turn out the way it has. Certainly not me. Growing up is anything but normal, well that’s not entirely true, it started normal and then became a real life nightmare.

  How can a family go from loving and supportive to painful and abusive? How can you think you know someone and love them only to find out they’re nothing more than a lie; a façade that they put on for you and everyone else in the community.

  I know how horrible life can be. It’s definitely not rainbows and sunshine and certainly not happily ever after. You trust no one but yourself because trusting others allows you to put yourself in harm’s way and I definitely will never do that again.

  Author T. R. Fike

  https://www.facebook.com/TRFike83

 

 

 


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