An Excerpt from:
A Winter’s Kiss
***
Ethan took a deep breath and looked up into the frigid winter sky—searching for what? A star that was his Caroline? He let his eyes wander across the millions of dots of light in the pitch-black sky. He shook his head and was about to turn back to the boardwalk when a bluish star caught his eye. It twinkled and winked at him. He stopped and stared at the star that now held his gaze completely.
Did stars get their color from the person’s eyes? What was he thinking? It was just a coincidence that this star he now focused on, this blinking gem, was crystal blue. This one, this star that was pulling at him, was the exact shade of his wife Caroline’s crystal-blue eyes.
A light breeze washed in like an ocean wave. Ethan took a deep breath, expanding his lungs with the cold sea-washed air. He exhaled, releasing some tension, while keeping his eyes on the star, wondering what to do next. Like the ebb and flow of the sea, the breeze flowed back out over the water. He filled his lungs again, hoping the ocean-flavored air would revive him even more, but something changed. An ever-so-faint wisp of cologne, just the hint of spice, danced across Ethan’s nose. He wasn’t alone at the water’s edge. The fragrance both calmed and scared him.
Ethan stopped searching the sky, letting his head drop down. He yearned to turn around and face the person whom he knew was only steps away. He pulled his heavy coat closer, and studied his sand-covered sneakers in the moonlight. A rush of heat raced through him.
Unable to do what he’d come the ocean’s edge to do, Ethan turned and stared into the vastness that was Noah’s eyes. He looked hard, squinting as if to see further in. Who was this guy and why was he here with him here, now, at a time like this? Ethan had only just met the man, but he felt a powerful and dangerous connection with him. As if the man was a priest, Ethan had the urge to fall to his knees before him and confess his sins. Ethan wanted to—maybe needed to—tell him everything he hadn’t been able to tell his wife. But he had no idea how.
“What?” Noah asked. “What is it?”
“Nothing. Thank you, Noah.” Ethan looked around. “I should go.” . . . . . .
An Excerpt from:
A Winter’s Kiss
***
Ethan took a deep breath and looked up into the frigid winter sky—searching for what? A star that was his Caroline? He let his eyes wander across the millions of dots of light in the pitch-black sky. He shook his head and was about to turn back to the boardwalk when a bluish star caught his eye. It twinkled and winked at him. He stopped and stared at the star that now held his gaze completely.
Did stars get their color from the person’s eyes? What was he thinking? It was just a coincidence that this star he now focused on, this blinking gem, was crystal blue. This one, this star that was pulling at him, was the exact shade of his wife Caroline’s crystal-blue eyes.
A light breeze washed in like an ocean wave. Ethan took a deep breath, expanding his lungs with the cold sea-washed air. He exhaled, releasing some tension, while keeping his eyes on the star, wondering what to do next. Like the ebb and flow of the sea, the breeze flowed back out over the water. He filled his lungs again, hoping the ocean-flavored air would revive him even more, but something changed. An ever-so-faint wisp of cologne, just the hint of spice, danced across Ethan’s nose. He wasn’t alone at the water’s edge. The fragrance both calmed and scared him.
Ethan stopped searching the sky, letting his head drop down. He yearned to turn around and face the person whom he knew was only steps away. He pulled his heavy coat closer, and studied his sand-covered sneakers in the moonlight. A rush of heat raced through him.
Unable to do what he’d come the ocean’s edge to do, Ethan turned and stared into the vastness that was Noah’s eyes. He looked hard, squinting as if to see further in. Who was this guy and why was he here with him here, now, at a time like this? Ethan had only just met the man, but he felt a powerful and dangerous connection with him. As if the man was a priest, Ethan had the urge to fall to his knees before him and confess his sins. Ethan wanted to—maybe needed to—tell him everything he hadn’t been able to tell his wife. But he had no idea how.
“What?” Noah asked. “What is it?”
“Nothing. Thank you, Noah.” Ethan looked around. “I should go.” . . . . . .
An Excerpt from:
A Winter’s Kiss
***
Ethan took a deep breath and looked up into the frigid winter sky—searching for what? A star that was his Caroline? He let his eyes wander across the millions of dots of light in the pitch-black sky. He shook his head and was about to turn back to the boardwalk when a bluish star caught his eye. It twinkled and winked at him. He stopped and stared at the star that now held his gaze completely.
Did stars get their color from the person’s eyes? What was he thinking? It was just a coincidence that this star he now focused on, this blinking gem, was crystal blue. This one, this star that was pulling at him, was the exact shade of his wife Caroline’s crystal-blue eyes.
A light breeze washed in like an ocean wave. Ethan took a deep breath, expanding his lungs with the cold sea-washed air. He exhaled, releasing some tension, while keeping his eyes on the star, wondering what to do next. Like the ebb and flow of the sea, the breeze flowed back out over the water. He filled his lungs again, hoping the ocean-flavored air would revive him even more, but something changed. An ever-so-faint wisp of cologne, just the hint of spice, danced across Ethan’s nose. He wasn’t alone at the water’s edge. The fragrance both calmed and scared him.
Ethan stopped searching the sky, letting his head drop down. He yearned to turn around and face the person whom he knew was only steps away. He pulled his heavy coat closer, and studied his sand-covered sneakers in the moonlight. A rush of heat raced through him.
Unable to do what he’d come the ocean’s edge to do, Ethan turned and stared into the vastness that was Noah’s eyes. He looked hard, squinting as if to see further in. Who was this guy and why was he here with him here, now, at a time like this? Ethan had only just met the man, but he felt a powerful and dangerous connection with him. As if the man was a priest, Ethan had the urge to fall to his knees before him and confess his sins. Ethan wanted to—maybe needed to—tell him everything he hadn’t been able to tell his wife. But he had no idea how.
“What?” Noah asked. “What is it?”
“Nothing. Thank you, Noah.” Ethan looked around. “I should go.” . . . . . .
