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Happy Valentine's Day. Have you ever been on a date with your favorite Rock Star? Well, maybe in your dreams. Since we all dream of that special Candlelight Dinner with the man of our dreams giving us expensive jewelry and asking the big question, here's a little treat for my readers. A romantic interlude from my contemporary Romance to savor.
Excerpt from The Rock Star Next Door, By Lily Silver, Copyright 2012:
The waiter led them to a secluded spot near the windows. Chianti’s was on a bluff overlooking the ocean. The sun was setting, and soft Italian music played over the speakers above their heads. The wine was expensive, Jessie noted, as she sized up the drink menu. Lex ordered a bottle of light Pinot Grigio.
“I have
something for you.” He said in that sexy, low rumble as he reached into his
jacket.
Oh, crap. Jessie thought. Here it comes. She cringed inside,
expecting the typical little black box and then the descent into awkwardness
again when they started arguing about the same old thing--getting married. What’s wrong with me? I should be euphoric,
silly with bliss. Priscilla Presley had to have been squealing her lungs out
when Elvis proposed to her. Time warp; that was over forty years ago.
She gazed out
the window at the sea, hands clasped together, a little tightly, as she tried
to appear non-chalant about the whole deal even as her heart was racing and her
insides twisted about.
“There we are.”
Lex drew her reluctant attentions back to the glass table top between them as
he plunked down his offering. It wasn’t a little black box, as she expected. It
was a long, rectangular velvet box. He pushed it across the expanse between
them.
Yep, definitely jewelry. Jessie gulped, almost afraid to open it.
With shaking
fingers, she slowly opened the long, hinged box. “Oh, my God.”
It was a string
of pearls. Not just pearls, but rare and expensive black pearls.
“Well, yes, they
were given to a man by a god, so the legend goes.” Lex replied.
Jessie was
speechless. This was no ordinary gift, this was worth a fortune. “Lex, I--I
can’t accept this. I’d be afraid to wear them.”
“Do you know
what it means when a man gives a woman black pearls?”
“No.” She
mumbled, feeling hot, exhilarated and tense all at once.
“According to legend,
Oro, the Polynesian god of peace and fertility, came to earth on a rainbow to
give the black pearl oyster to man. Once here, he offered the black pearl from
this oyster to the beautiful princess of Bora Bora, as a sign of his love. Even
now, it’s said that if you give someone a gift of black pearls, it is
considered to be a symbol of eternal love.”
Jessie stared at Lex in the low candlelight, unable to
speak. He held her shocked gaze, offering her a steady, patient look in return
as he waited for his gesture to sink in.
“Oh, my God.” Jessie’s hands flew to her lips. She cringed
even as she said it, feeling stupid for repeating the same expletive over and
over like a broken record. Yet, truthfully, what else could she say? Hot Damn? Son-of-a-bitch?
What does one say when the man who asked you to marry him
gives you a very expensive gift that signifies eternal love? And if he asked
her again to marry him, what could she say in light of this?
Yes, I love you,
but I can’t marry you, sorry . . . it’s not you, it’s me?
She waited, without breath, without hope, without a prayer,
knowing that if Lex asked her the same question again she couldn’t say no.
“Let me help you.” He stood, and lifted the necklace from
the box. Coming to stand behind her, he waited as Jessie lifted her hair from
her neck. It was a moment out of time, a storybook moment, one Jessie knew she
would never forget for as long as she lived. Lex gently slid the rope of pearls
about her neck and fastened the clasp. His hands circled her shoulders as he
stood behind her, waiting for her to comment.
“Thank you.” She gasped, and reached up to touch the
smooth, lovely pearls about her neck. The rope was long enough to dangle just
above her neckline. She glanced quickly at her reflection in the glass window
and then turned about to gaze up at Lex. “I don’t know what to say.” She
confessed, blushing slightly. “They are perfect.”
“A fitting gift.” He murmured, so low she could barely hear
the rough timbre to his voice. “Eternity. You and I. Soul mates, from one
lifetime to the next.”
Excerpt, The Rock Star Next Door, copyright 2012 by Lily Silver
Excerpt, The Rock Star Next Door, copyright 2012 by Lily Silver
If you're looking for love this Valentine's Day, why not treat yourself to a romantic fantasy featuring you and your favorite Rock Star. The Rock Star Next Door is on Sale through Sunday on Amazon for just .99 cents, a great deal for a full length romance novel. It's my gift to those who wish they could take a Rock Star home with them.
Enjoy the fantasy. Amazon Link
Enjoy the fantasy. Amazon Link
