Type: New Adult
Publisher: House Of The Moon
In Japan, they say there’s a red thread of fate that binds people who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. It may tangle, it may knot, it may stretch or fray, but it will never break. It is a future as indelible as the past.
I hope that isn’t true. I pity anyone destined to meet me.
For Bianca Ray, the past is always catching up, one way or another. Now in her third semester at college, it’s doing it again. Too much drinking has led to plummeting grades and rising absences, putting her scholarships in peril. When she makes it clear that she needs help–all over the floor of her history class–she’s given one last chance to shape up: seek therapy and bring her grades up by the end of the semester, or she’s out.
Enter Catholic seminarian Daniel McGuire. The last thing Bianca wants is an aspiring priest to counsel her on how to live her life, but the handsome graduate student is different from the holy rollers she fled from at home. Gentle and unobtrusive, he helps her pick up the pieces and find a new way to live: not running from the past, but facing it head on.
But opening up her heart to release the pain means that something else can come in. As Bianca and Daniel grow closer, their relationship moves onto dangerous ground. When they finally cross the line, the fragile courage Bianca has built up threatens to fail her. Can she exorcise the ghosts of her past, or will they catch hold and drag her down where not even Daniel can reach her?
Andra Brynn writes books. Obsessively. She lives in Texas and when she is not writing books, thinking about writing books, wishing she were writing books, anxious about not writing books, or passed out from writing books, she spends time with her husband, son, dog, and garden.
The Lure of the Forbidden
I have a confession (appropriate) to make: I love forbidden romance. LOVE IT. The older man, the professor, the sister’s ex-boyfriend, the ruler of an enemy country, I love all of them. Why? Hard to say, since I, personally, ended up marrying my grade-school sweetheart and that’s about as unforbidden as you can get. Nevertheless, I love stories about a strictly platonic relationship between two people, and yet their attraction is so fierce, or the relationship between them is so intense, that they cannot help but give in to the temptation of it all.
In my book Where I End and You Begin, the hero, Daniel, is a Catholic seminarian on sabbatical. This is, no doubt, a somewhat controversial choice for a hero, though I did my best to treat Daniel’s faith—and crises thereof—with utmost respect. In a way, the very fact that he is supposed to be untouchable is what allows the heroine, a troubled young woman named Bianca, to open up to him. Bianca has spent two and a half semesters of her college career hopping from bed to bed, attempting to substitute a physical connection for the emotional connection she craves. When she discovers that Daniel is a priest-in-training, her feelings are of
relief, because nothing can happen between them and she can concentrate on forming the emotional connection she wants so badly.
Of course it doesn’t work out that way. 😉 Once Daniel is ‘off the table’ as it were and Bianca allows herself to open up to him, the intensity of their friendship simmers over into repressed attraction. Perhaps that is why the forbidden is so alluring to me: not because it’s “wrong” but because the relationship is so special, so precious, that it must defy convention and propriety. In tales of forbidden love, love is a force of nature that cannot be stopped.
And after all, isn’t that what romance is all about?
My teeth clench. It all happened years ago, but talking about it has brought back the white-hot rage, the smoldering fury. “People who make their problems into other people’s problems are worse than shit.” I laugh again, but it’s an angry thing, as though I’m spitting venom. “And here I am, being your problem. I just can’t stop being a problem.”
Footsteps. He’s walking toward me. They echo in the small kitchen with its concrete floor and tiled walls. I feel the air shift as he draws near, and then the warmth of his body.
I put my hand out to let him know that I’m right there, that he needn’t come any closer. My palm lands on his stomach, and I feel the hard flex of muscle beneath his sweater. “Stop,” I say, pulling my hand back.
“Bianca,” he says.
I hold my breath, not knowing what to do or say.
I hear him move, and when his hands alight on my upper arms, I jump, but don’t pull away.
Slowly, gently, he draws me in, until I have to take a step forward, and then another, until his arms wrap around me and I am fully pressed against him.
My heart is racing, my body alive at the contact, but nothing more happens. He just holds me, and I hide my face in his chest, feeling the beat of his heart thrumming against my brow.
“You’re not a problem,” Daniel says. The vibrations of his voice pass through his body, echoing into mine.
I smile, bitter, even though I know he can’t see it. “Then why are you so desperate to solve me?”
He doesn’t answer, just tightens his hold on me. My hands are on his chest. His muscles bulge under my hands and my mouth is dry. This is the first time a boy has hugged me in years and not wanted something out of it. So why can’t I quiet my body? Why can’t I stop responding to him? I’m going to ruin
it. Just letting him hold me is going to ruin it all. And yet, maybe I should ruin it. Maybe I should stretch up and kiss him and change everything. Then maybe he’d go away and leave me alone, to fail in peace…
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