“Will you two just stop it!” Chloe shrieked.

Stunned silence followed.

She forced the panic from her voice and face when she spoke again. “The sheriff won’t believe you, and if he does he’ll just rip this place a part and never find him. Bruce knows Ansbury. Doesn’t he Armand? Doesn’t he? You know I’m right. If he thinks I turned on him…if he thinks we’re against him he’ll just slip away from me.” Chloe put her open palm to her forehead; she closed her eyes and continued. “I mean us. I should go back for him.”

“Oh no you don’t!” Arlene cut around the sofa. Arms outstretched she blocked the exit. Chloe was forced to stop and turn away. But her sister wouldn’t relent. “The man is psychotic. I know it’s not his fault. I understand that Chloe, but he attacked me. He locked me in that room or dungeon or whatever. He’s dangerous. Think of your son!”

“Who do you think I do this for?” Chloe snapped.

Arlene crossed her arms and glared.

Chloe eyes dropped away. Ajaya rocked to and fro in his automatic swing. Again he spit out his pacifier to suck his fist. His large round eyes blinked at her innocently. She ached for her son, for all he would be denied if Bruce had truly slipped away into madness. Of course she thought of her child, she thought of him constantly. But bringing strangers there to hunt down his father would cost them both. Her lover would see it as a betrayal. They’d lose him forever.

A classic story of forbidden love and timeless passion, Zoe indulges in the taboo’s over class and color and uncovers the true nature of humanity and perseverance answering the question as to whether true love knows no bounds.

BACK

Sour Grapes is the second installment in a collection of Harlequinesque stories that I will offer free to my readers. The first story ‘Taming the Scotsman’ explored the favored alpha male versus the demure strong-willed heroine with the push and pull over claiming each others heart. Those stories made a Harlequin junkie out of me.

Our second installment into the series follows a similar formula. THE DREADED TRIANGLE (shudder). However, this time I plan to redefine the thin lines between love and hate, and the bittersweet journey into deciding on true love. I promise to have you hating, loving, rooting, sneering, and throwing your hands up in defeat over the stubborn egos of our heroes. But I also promise to have you smiling, laughing, cheering, and falling in love with them as each man proves himself worthy of our beloved heroine.

READ SOUR GRAPES HERE