Welcome and thanks for coming! Here's a snippet for my WIP, OUT OF MY DREAMS, INTO MY HEART. Yes, it's Penny and Mark again but some time later. Here is a possible cover I designed for the prequel.
Now the story:
“Be good, squirt.” Mark hung up the phone. Even as a grown man, he missed his twin sister, Meg, especially now that he was in love. He tried not to fall in love with Penny but it was too late. He was in deep and couldn’t stop thinking about her. Even in practice, he was charged up, performing better than ever on the field, giving Darvin Sweetwater, reigning quarterback, a run for his money. The coaches were looking at him differently too. All because of Penny. Penny’s my lucky charm.
Penny never had a stable home. She was raised by her aunt, her mother was dead and her father was a drunk. She needed a man she could count on. As much as he wanted to be, Mark wasn’t that man. He had responsibilities.
Ever since his father took a powder when Mark was fifteen, he had become the man of the family. He was in his first year with the Nevada Gamblers. Three hundred grand sounds like a lot of money but it didn’t seem to go far enough. Mark was supporting himself, his sister, paying off college loans for both of them and would soon be paying Megan’s Harvard MBA costs as well as saving a little in case he got injured. The icing on the cake was the money he sent home to his mother every month.
His brow furrowed as he peered in the mirror, trying to tie his tie. Damn! Where’s Megan? She does this for me. Penny was waiting for him in the parking lot after the game. She’s gorgeous. The warmth of her kiss and embrace made his spirits soar. I want to give her everything. Mark knew he had to tell her.
“Penny, you know I’d like to commit, but…”
“You said ‘no commitment’ and I got it.”
“My future is very uncertain. If things were different…”
“I’m going to New York.”“What?”
“My role on the show is over and I’ve saved enough to enroll for a year at F.I.T. I’ve always wanted to design children’s clothing."
“We can write, text, call…I never expected you to take care of me.”
“I want to, Penny, God, I want to. But I have…”
“I know. Responsibilities.” She leaned over and kissed him. “I’ll miss you. But it’s time.”
He stared at her as a lump grew in this throat. His eyes watered but he controlled his emotions. Big guys don’t cry. Penny turned away but not before he saw a tear on her cheek. Mark reached over and wiped it away with his thumb.