Life Lesson #6 from savvy Emily Lockwood

 

IT’S HERE!! 

BEFORE AND EVER SINCE is out today!  I get lots of questions asking me what it’s about.

Basically, the main character, Emily Lockwood has alot on her plate.  She is successful in her own right, with a solid real estate career, but has a headstrong daughter, a mother who marches to her own drummer, and an ex-husband who needs sex therapy.  Enter into this picture a house with an agenda, and the return of her first love, rocking a tool belt and a paintbrush and dark eyes full of secrets, and Emily just flat out has things to get through and get over.  I call them the “Emily Lockwood Life Lessons”.

We can all learn things from Emily.  🙂

Life Lesson #6 from Emily in BEFORE AND EVER SINCE…

PAINT IS HOT.

…an excerpt from the book…

I went out through the garage, where Ben was leaned over a five gallon bucket of paint, stirring it with a flat piece of wood.  Next to him on a makeshift table, were two other small cans of paint with little wooden stir sticks poking out.

“Why do you do that?” I asked.

“What?” he responded, not looking up.

“Bait him like that,” I said, picking my way carefully around the random tools and pieces of discarded wood on the floor.  “Is it on purpose, or does he just bring out the twelve year old in you?”

I felt, rather than saw the smile.  “Little of both, probably.”

“Why?” I repeated as I got closer, my three-inch heels playing hell with all the power cords.

“Because he’s the same condescending asshole now that he was then.”

“And–”

I was about to tell him that I agreed with him and he didn’t need to bait Kevin anymore.  But then I remembered that there wouldn’t be a reason anyway since he’d left me and made all those petty arguments between them go away.  The thoughts jumped over each other, distracting me long enough to step on a block of wood that turned under my foot.

“Oh–shi–” I exclaimed as I lurched sideways and the spike of my heel snapped off.

My left hand flailed out for support, met with one of the little stir sticks instead, and flipped it out of the can and across Ben’s face.  The paint splattered across his left cheek and nose, and slung streaks into my hair as I continued my sideways direction right into his arms.

“Whoa!” he said, as I landed hard against him.  “Are you okay?”

I gasped and then looked up just inches from his face, suddenly recalling the last time I was held so tightly against his body.  I even was acutely aware of where his hands were and one of them was fairly south.  Not that that had been by his choice.  But then the sight of the paint across his face and in his eyebrows broke the moment and I clamped my lips shut as the laughter shook me.

“I’m–” I laughed again, trying to stop.  “I’m so sorry.”

He let go with one hand to wipe a blob off his nose, and while I tried to stem the funny that just kept bubbling up in me, he smeared it along my cheek.

“Oh!” I said laughing.  “Not cool!”

I looked down at my clothes as he set me back on my feet, but he didn’t back up for more space.  Instead he picked a dripping clump of paint from my hair and smiled slowly, while we were still so close I could feel him breathe.  His expression was playful and achingly reminiscent of the old days.

Now you look really good,” he said, slowly backing up.  He pushed a piece of hair from my face, the unexpected brush of his fingers against my temple causing me to catch my breath.  His eyes met mine as I did that, and showed a flicker of something old.

“You were about to get paint in your eyes,” he said softly.

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About Sharla Lovelace

Writer of romantic women's fiction. Wife, mom, and wonderwoman...without the boobs. National Bestselling Author of THE REASON IS YOU, BEFORE AND EVER SINCE, and the e-novella JUST ONE DAY. Lover of anything red.

Posted on November 6, 2012, in Sharla Lovelace and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. girl, you made being messy a sexy thing.

  2. Hi, Sharla! I saw your interview on “Women’s Fiction Writers” and thought I’d stop by and check out your blog. Especially since I’m a fellow Texan from the Corpus Christi area, now currently residing in Indiana. I haven’t read your books (since I’ve never heard of you), but after reading this exerpt, I have to say that I’m convinced. I dig your writing style, as well as your humor! I don’t usually comment on others blogs (since it cuts into my own writing time – LOL), but I felt compelled to tell you that this exerpt has captured you another reader. I was pulled in from the beginning and disappointed when it ended, which is great for you but not so great for me! :o) Now I HAVE TO find and read your book! Can’t wait!

    • thank you so much Alison!! Great to find a new reader, and double great to find a fellow (used to be) Texan! LOL. I’m so glad it hooked you, and I hope you’ll stop by again and let me know what you think of the book! 🙂

      • Once a Texan, always a Texan! 🙂 I’ll be glad to stop by again. Thanks!

      • Sharla, OMG! I cannot say enough about this book! Wow! It’s a beautiful story with loads of humor and terrific writing. I laughed. I cried. I got mad when I had to put the book down on a really good part (though I think they were ALL good parts)…but I picked it back up immediately. (There’s so much I can say about this story, but I’m trying to be careful what I write since I wouldn’t want to spoil the story for your other readers.) It was absolutely fantastic and I will be looking for more titles from you (as well as buying your first book!). Oh, and I informed my husband that I’m leaving him for Ben. 🙂

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