If you hear a voice within you say “you cannot paint,” then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced.
~ Vincent Van Gogh ~
Spotlight
The Book of Desire is opened…
Anne is a complex young lady living in a small and simple town. With her parents gone and high school over, Anne is the only one who can answer the question everyone keeps asking: what next? With a heart that longs for love, and a growing hunger for its adventures, she sets out on a soul-searching journey to find her answer in exotic Mexico. What Anne discovers south of the border is beyond her wildest dreams; and that’s saying a lot. For years, she has recorded her daily private fantasies in her journal. It’s the first time that she has set the journal aside, as the unusual supernatural love affair becomes her life. Will Anne find herself after she reads the ancient book she has stumbled upon, or will she lose herself in the empty pages at the end of The Book of Desire? Either way, she will never be the same. |
Excerpt
Anne had never been on an airplane before. She had expected some kind of glamor that was not represented in the crowded smoke-filled cabin. She had assumed that choosing a non-smoking seat would mean she could breathe easy on the flight. She had assumed wrong. Anne had found her seat as quickly as possible and then shrunk into it. She was immediately uncomfortable with how comfortable the other passengers were in the alien environment.
Even before takeoff, Anne had almost shut down completely. The metal tube that had looked so big from the outside seemed so small on the inside, and people were still trickling in. Thankful that she was wedged between a window and a stranger instead of two strangers, Anne watched the luggage being loaded. She would likely just stare out the window the entire flight, and through the layover, tuning out in the unfamiliar setting. Among friends it was a harmless defense mechanism, a thin shell they could crack with a word or a smile. With strangers it was a thick metal armor with long spikes attached, and there was no reaching her in its cold protection without getting skewered.
She had the whole flight planned that way, a pleasant disengaged interlude between home and Cabo San Lucas. Anne knew she couldn’t read a book; she would just stare at the jumble of letters on one page for all the long hours of the trip. Writing in her journal was even less possible; stringing together her own thoughts would be harder than reading someone else’s. Besides, all the guy sitting next to her would have to do is glance over. He would suddenly know just what kind of thoughts the young quiet girl next to him entertained in the privacy of its pages.
Now, that would be an awkward six hours.
So Anne looked out the window, despite feeling eyes on her more than once. She wasn’t take-your-breath-away beautiful like Raina, but Anne was still used to feeling eyes on her. She kept hers on the tarmac until a voice over the loudspeaker demanded that she do otherwise. It wasn’t until then that she realized why she kept feeling someone watching.
A young man sat in the same row as her, just across the aisle. He leaned halfway into the open space between banks of seats, looking right at her. Everyone else faced forward; he faced sideways, staring directly at Anne. A half-smile curled the corner of his mouth in the most alluring fashion, and Anne had to fight that pull with everything she had. Keeping her face frozen and forward, Anne trained her eyes on the woman with the oxygen mask at the front of the aisle. Peripherally, all of her attention went to sizing up the handsome young man across the way.
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