Solo
by Lauren E. Rico
When graduate student
Katherine Brenner walked into my class, I couldn’t stand her—all perfect skin
and big, blue eyes—just like the woman who broke my heart.
If it wasn’t for that
blizzard, if her car hadn’t broken down outside my house, if she hadn’t looked
amazing by the firelight, I never would have kissed her. No matter how hard I
try, every excuse I make not to see her comes up flat.
I can’t stop thinking
of her lips. Or the way her curves fit perfectly in my hands. There’s a million
reasons why this won’t work. I’m her professor. It’s against university policy.
And if this gets out, I
could lose everything.
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Now for an Excerpt:
I’m melting into him. For the first time, I’m not fighting
against Drew Markham. I’m moving toward him, with him. It happens slowly for
the first few seconds as we’re hesitant in our actions and unsure of one
another’s intentions. But somewhere within those inches we both draw the same
conclusion. I lurch toward him and he catches me in his arms, both of us
falling backward onto the couch. Our lips connect with a ferocity that is
jarring.
My hands are under his shirt, feeling the smooth plane of
his back, absorbing his warmth through my skin. We’re both gasping and panting,
pushing and pulling. And then he stops. I nearly fall off the couch when I no
longer have the resistance of his body to push against. I pull back and look up
at him, confused.
“W-what? What is it?”
His eyes are closed and he’s shaking his head. His face is a
mask of regret.
“Drew?”
“I can’t. I’m sorry, Katherine. You…me…”
He gestures toward the four empty bottles of wine on the coffee
table. “We’ve both had way too much. You’re still not a hundred percent well.
I’m your professor. You’re my student. There are a million different reasons
why we need to stop this. Why I need to stop this. Right now. Right. Now.”
I take a deep breath and extricate myself from what’s left
of his embrace.
“I don’t know where that came from,” he’s muttering, more to
himself, than to me. “What’s wrong with me? I know better.”
With a sigh, I wonder the same thing about myself. We hate
one another. Don’t we? Apparently not. But even I, with my limited knowledge of
psychology, recognize that there’s a very fine line between love and hate. Not
that I love him or anything. But I certainly wouldn’t mind another one of those
kisses.
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About the Author:
Lauren Rico was
going to be principal French horn of the New York Philharmonic. That was HER
plan, anyway. The New York Philharmonic had no idea of her intentions, and
that's probably a good thing, since she wasn't an especially good French horn
player!
Lauren was,
however, an exceptionally good classical music radio host. Calling herself a
"Classical Music Reanimator," she has made a career of demystify
classical music for her audiences by taking it off a dusty old pedestal and
putting it into a modern context.
It's only been
over the last couple of years that Lauren has discovered a passion for writing,
which she's managed to combine with her love and knowledge of the classical
music world.
You can hear
Lauren Rico on SiriusXM's Symphony Hall Channel; on WQXR and WSHU-FM in the New
York City metro; WSMR in Tampa/Sarasota, FL; WDAV in Charlotte, NC and KMFA in
Austin, TX
More at
www.LaurenRico.com
Links:
www.LaurenRico.com
www.Facebook.com/LaurenRicoAuthor
https://www.goodreads.com/LaurenRico
Twitter:
@RadioRico
Buy Links
Amazon:
https://www.amazon.com/Solo-Symphony-Hall-Lauren-Rico-ebook/dp/B06ZYQYTXW/ref=sr_1_1
Barnes &
Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/solo-lauren-e-rico/1126240187
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