Thank you for stopping by. Here is an excerpt from the opening chapter of Sunny Days, Moonlit Nights my first sweet romance.
“You’re running away, Miss?” Harry, the butler, asked her.
“Yes, I am. I’ve had enough. Thank you for all your kindness over the past five years. You helped to make unbearable times better,” she said, warmly, shaking his hand.
Harry, a non-descript, plump, fifty-year-old man blushed, putting color in his sallow cheeks.
“Don’t know what’s wrong with Mr. White. When he has you here, why would he…? Well, it’s not for me to understand, I guess. But I wouldn’t be doin’ that if I were him.”
She was grateful for his sweetness, but it was time to get started. She had a long trip ahead. Caroline Davis White dashed into the sunroom to grab her sketchpad and her fawn pug when the doorbell rang.
“It’s Stanton Cauley, Mrs. White,” Harry said, returning to the sunroom.
Caroline went to greet her visitor, a tall, slim, attractive man with gray hair, dressed in casual pants and a button down shirt.
“Stan, nice to see you, but I was just going out. Is there a problem with the collection?” she asked, smoothing down her long blonde hair.
“No, no, Caroline. My people have packed up your paintings now that the show is over, and I wanted to deliver them to you personally.”
“That’s nice of you, but unnecessary,” she said, looking at her watch.
“You’re looking ravishing as ever,” he said, his eyes roving over her body, focusing too long on her cleavage, unconsciously licking his lips before raising his eyes to hers.
“I’d love to invite you for coffee, Stan, but as I said, I’m on my way out…” Caroline said, uneasy under his stare. She backed away from him, crossing her arms over her chest defensively.
“Always working, Caroline, you’re such a gifted artist, but even a driven one takes time off to…ah…play once in a while,” he said.
“Yes, well, today is not the day for that, I’m afraid,” she said, moving toward the front door, hoping he would follow her.
“Come on, Caroline. Let’s stop beating around the bush. You know why I’m here.”
“Honestly, Stan, I don’t have a clue. But whatever it is will have to wait.”
“But love can’t wait.”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t pretend, Caroline. You know I want to have an affair with you. I’ve wanted it for a long time. Brad has his…other life…so why shouldn’t you have yours?”
Caroline’s face flushed with anger and embarrassment.
“What happens between Brad and me is none of your business. I’m married, Stan, and even if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be interested in sleeping with you. Never have been, never will be. I suggest you leave.”
“Come, come, don’t be like that. I can show you a good time, believe me. We can sail away for the weekend together on my yacht. I’ll treat you well, just say the word.”
“No way. If Brad knew you were coming here with this…this proposition, he’d—”
“But he does know. He thought if you had some diversion of your own, you wouldn’t mind so much if he had his,” Stan said, stepping closer and reaching for her hand.
Caroline moved back away from him.
Can Caroline run away from her present and into her past? Can she hide out in the safe, summer community where she grew up and dodge a controlling, cheating husband? Can a new life spring from the ashes of an old one? Will Caroline be able leave her fancy life behind and build a new one on her own or will she need help from a new man?