After a short hiatus filled with guest spots and interviews, book covers, and wrapping up a sequel, I’m back to the blog and taking part in the Heartbreaker Blog Hop this week.
This looks like a fun one. :)
The theme, of course, is the heartbreaker.
300 authors have giveaways on their blogs and scrumptious posts dedicated to those the Urban Dictionary defines as — A person who can break hearts easily. Because they are so beautiful, everyone wants them. But not everyone can have them.
Follow this link to a huge list of participants. http://carrieannbloghops.blogspot.com/
1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet
2nd Grand Prize: A $100 Amazon or B&N Gift Card
3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more! Gotta love swag!
An ebook copy of my first novel Hermes Online
a CataRomance Sensual Reads Reviewer’s Choice Winner
So…in keeping with the theme, Hermes Online just happens to have a heartbreaker! Here’s Vivienne’s cherished memory:
Loving a Heartbreaker:
Once in my life, and granted it had been nearly a half dozen years ago, I had been kissed just like that. The kind of kiss that throws your back to the wall and sends buttons flying from clothing in a fevered race to shed them just so your skin could make contact with his, to send that kiss to every nerve in your body. Remembering my short-lived romance in Greece, I sighed. That was real. I trembled, I shook, I think I even cried out in the throes of passion. It had been glorious and he had been magnificent. My heart fluttered over images I had stored away, keepsakes of wild romantic love and hot sizzling sex. A man who knew how to really make love was a gift. That man was like Christmas morning.
Yes, I’d felt that once. My chest constricted with the memory of the architectural study tour one magical autumn in Greece and the amazing man assigned to my class. Wincing, I remembered the circumstance that ended the budding transcontinental relationship begun with such wonderful potential. My sensually handsome teacher had proposed to a woman he had been in a long relationship with just prior to leaving for Greece.
Neither of us planned to fall in love. It just happened when we found ourselves separated from the rest of the tour on the island of Delos. Waiting for the next ferry, we discovered a connection, one the entire pantheon of gods must have had a hand in, for it was incredibly beyond our control. But as blissful as that week had been, I knew from the onset there was no hope for anything else between us. His prior commitment was on the table. As surely as the seasons turn, my month-long class was over and with it came a return to cold reality. I felt his loss even now. As brief as our intense liaison had been, I had loved that man and he loved me and it was the kind of love you only got once in a lifetime. Broken-hearted, I left Greece without looking back and I didn’t leave my contact information for future study tours just in case I’d meet him again as a married man.
See you tomorrow!