Valentine’s Day Bonus Scene~Cole & Bri

Valentine’s Day Bonus Scene: Love You Through It

 

Bri

I rush down the hall that leads to my apartment. My heels click against the outdoor tiles and I grab the wall, careful not to slip. I take a deep breath and release the tension. Chill, bri. Cole will be here any minute to pick me up and there’s no way I’ll be ready on time. Joke on me for trying to be early for once.

The keys rattle as I unlock the door. I’ll jump in the shower, curl my hair into waves, and wear the outfit I picked out last night. I can be ready in thirty minutes, I lie to myself when I check the time on my phone.

Dixie’s barking reminds me of my other responsibility. New plan, I let her out in the patio while I jump quickly in the shower.

I push through the door and straight for Dixie’s cage, stopping in my tracks. I tilt my head. Those flowers weren’t there this morning. I admire the red, velvety petals in the clear vase. I spy the small, white envelope leaning against it and grab it before opening the cage and letting Dixie out into the patio. Smiling, I tear open the envelope and pull out the card.

Babe, 

I used to think this was a silly holiday, but having you in my life I’ll take any excuse to be with you. These roses are just a preview at what I have planned for tonight. I love you, Bri. I’m a lucky bastard, and I’ll never take you and what we have for granted. I’m running outta space here, love, but know I could go on and on about how I feel. 

love, 

Cole

I sigh and smile, hugging the card to me. I never thought I’d be here. A lone tear slips down my cheek. These days my tears are happy tears, and Cole is to thank for that. Spotting Dixie by the door, I let her in and walk into my room, Dixie hot on my heels.

“What the…” I grip my chest, my heart racing at the speed of light.

A quiet chuckle greets me. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Fuckin-A.” I breathe out. The chuckles get louder as the man I love walks toward me. I stare at his suit, top buttons of his dress shirt undone, and a smile that lights up the dark room.

“Hey, babe.” Cole wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to him, his lips brushing mine. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“What are you doing here?” My arms find their way around his neck.

“I wanted to surprise you.”

I smirk. “Surprised I was. Thank you for the flowers.” I lean in and kiss him. Cole breaks away with a laugh.

“Looks like the other girl wants a little lovin’ too.” He bends down to pet Dixie, who is insistent on someone paying attention to her. After a few scratches behind her ear, she shuffles away, leaving Cole to myself again.

“You look handsome.” I run my hands over his shoulders and down the lapels of his suit.

“It’s all for you.” I stare into his blue eyes, immense love filling my heart. I’m so lucky. That thought weighs with meaning.

“I’ll be ready quickly.” I move to grab my things for the shower, but Cole pulls me close to him.

“No rush, babe. Dance with me first.”

“Don’t we have reservations at seven?”

“Don’t worry about that.” He holds a small remote before placing it back in his pocket. The opening of my song begins to play and my eyes crinkle with my smile.

“Let’s dance,” he repeats, wrapping an arm around my waist and holding my hand with his other one.

“Did you know this is my favorite song?” I look into his eyes.

“I’m glad it is. I mean every word as much today as the day I wrote it.” His lips touch mine.

“I love you, Cole Burkely.”

“Love you too, Bri.”

I move my arm tighter around the back of his neck, bringing him closer to me. Once upon not too long ago I never thought I’d find love again, but this stubborn and kind man didn’t give up on me. He granted me a second chance I never knew existed.

Swaying to the music, I listen as Cole’s soft voice sings into my ear.

We’ve got our lives to make this work 

And I’m counting on forever to give you the world

Gonna give you the world, girl

Your broken pieces make me whole

So let me be the one to show

How we fit together

With the final strum of a guitar, the song ends, but we continue to move together. Silence can’t break us apart in the darkened bedroom. My head on his should as the beating of his heart moves my body.

“I canceled our reservations,” Cole speaks.

“Why?” I look up at him.

“Change of plans. Trust me,” he winks.

“But you’re all dressed up.”

“I already told you the outfit is for your enjoyment.”

“You do look sexy,” I waggle my eyebrows.

Laughing, Cole slaps my behind. “Take a shower and get ready. I’ll feed Dixie.”

With a final kiss, Cole leaves my room so I can get ready. I choose to still wear the same red dress I had picked out last night and my heels.

“You look stunning.” Cole stands from my couch and looks at me. “Beautiful,” he whispers as he runs his fingers down my arm and clasps my hand. He lifts my arm to spin me around. “You’re all mine.”

“That I am. So you like the dress?” I look down at the off-the-shoulder, form-fitting dress.

“I love it, although you look beautiful in anything.”

“You say that ‘cause you love me.”

“I say that ‘cause it’s the truth. Ready?”

I nod and follow him, deciding to leave his surprise just that, a surprise.

I squint my eyes when we pull into his driveway. His smirk tells me he has something up his sleeve, but I’m not sure why we’re coming to his place.

“Trust me,” Cole leans to me and kisses my bare shoulder. “Too bad you’re going to have to cover yourself up with a coat.”

“I’ll take it off when we’re inside,” I wink.

Out of the car, I hold his hand and walk toward the front door only to be tugged by the arm.

“This way.”

What did he do? I furrow my eyebrows and smile.

As we walk in to the patio I see a ton of twinkling lights hanging over his deck.

“This is beautiful,” I gasp.

“I know how much you miss having a yard.”

“Thank you, babe.”

The closer we walk to the deck, the more I see of the space. White roses mixed with peonies are placed on the table in a square vase. The flickering flames of candles are spread throughout the railing and table.

“I know it’s cold, but I’m hoping the space heaters keep you warm. If not, I have no problem holding you all night and warming you up.”

“This is perfect.” I turn to look at him. “You can keep me warm.” His thoughtfulness knows no limits. My yard was my favorite thing of my old home, and the apartment doesn’t allow for that luxury, but this is spectacular.

“I ordered dinner. Are you sure you’re okay eating out here?”

“More than okay,” I smile.

“Great. Take a seat.” He holds my chair for me. And serves two glasses of red wine. “I’ll be right back with dinner.”

While Cole is inside, I inhale the breathtaking view. The scent of roses fills my nose as the flames dance in the evening breeze.

“Here you go.” Cole places a plate in front of me.

“Mmm… That smells delicious.” I look at the dish.

“Chicken Masala with mashed potatoes.”

“Yum.”

“You haven’t drank wine?”

“I was waiting for you.” I hold my glass up, Cole mimicking me. “To my best guy for this very special night and for all the special days.”

“Nah, tonight is all for you. You deserve it.”

I smile and sip the wine before we begin eating.

“I have a surprise for you.” Cole says as he comes back outside after clearing the table.

“Oh, a blanket.” I stand and allow him to wrap me in it. By the end of dinner, my legs were trembling but I refused to go inside. Cole takes a seat and pulls me onto his lap.

“This isn’t your surprise.” He holds a gift bag out to me.

“I thought we weren’t gifting anything,”

“We weren’t.”

“Cheater,” I quip.

He shrugs. “Open it.”

I peek into the bag, the lavender tissue paper covering my gift. Removing it, I see white cotton and curiosity spikes as I pull out the soft material and open it. I chuckle as soon as I realize what it is.

“That’s for you to wear at our next concert,” Cole winks. I look at the tee shirt that reads, I’m with the drummer.

“I love it,” I lean in and kiss him.

“There’s more.” Cole juts his chin toward the bag. I look inside the gift bag again and find a small box. I hold the soft, black velvet and open the lid to find a delicate gold necklace with a small music note.

“I love it, Cole.”

“I’m glad.” He squeezes my waist. “I wanted you to have something that made you think about me.”

I cup his cheek. “I always think about you. I don’t need a necklace to remind me who you are in my life. There is no doubt in my mind or heart that you are the man I love. I know our beginning wasn’t how you would have wanted, but I’m living each day to prove to you that you are the man I want in my life.”

Visions of Josh come to mind. I’ve learned to live without him while honoring his place in my heart. I’ve also learned to live in the present, with Cole. My daybreak.

“Everything about us was perfect. I never find the right words to tell you how lucky I feel, and how blessed I am to have you in my life. To be on the receiving end of your love. You’ve given me this,” he places his hand over my heart. “That’s the best gift I could’ve ever received.”

I cuddle into him and kiss his chest. “Who knows where I’d be right now without you.” I keep my chin on his chest and look into his eyes. “Thank you. Thank you for tonight and for being the man you are.”

Cole tightens his arms around me and hums with the twinkling lights and the warm blanket now covering the both of us. I inhale the man who loves me wholeheartedly and thank the stars above for bringing him into my life.

*Copyright 2018, Fabiola Francisco 

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What  rollercoaster ride! Let me start by saying a huge thanks to all the bloggers who are participating in the release blitz, all the people who accepted an early copy of this book to review, and the readers who’ve sent me such loving and encouraging messages and share their excitement for this book with me, and patiently waiting for it to release.

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Love You Through It was written in the summer and I waited to release it so I could give it the attention it deserves. Some days I wanted to hit publish on a random Wednesday because the wait was harder on me than you.

This story was born out of one of my biggest fears—losing the man you love. Call it a self-healing journey along with writing this emotional and powerful story. I almost didn’t finish it. I was 25,000 words in last spring and I left it alone, convinced this would be one of the many story ideas I’d shelf for years to come without an ending.

Until I saw a cover for it. I was writing another book at the time, and I bought a cover for Love You Through It, knowing that then I would have to finish it. I would have to push through  my own issues, put myself through an emotional ringer.

And I am so happy I did.

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Bri is strong, having experienced something tragic and dealt with it the best way she could. Cole is persistent and patient, offering the woman he’s cared about for years the support she needed. My biggest lesson writing this is that it is possible to open your heart again after you’ve lost the man you love.

What a lesson.

That took some time to sink in. However, I couldn’t think of a better man for Bri than Cole. Together they both find love and a second chance.

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I am excited to be teaming up with 20 amazing PLN authors to give you our First Annual PLN Author Blog Hop!

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For the next 21 days, there will be giveaways each day on the different author’s pages. Stop by and visit all of us, look around, check out our books—you might find a new author that you want to follow 🙂

After you visit, make sure you enter the giveaway. We have signed paperbacks, ebooks, advanced copies, and gift cards too! The blog hop runs from December 4th – December 24th and winners will be picked and notified after the holidays, so be on the lookout.

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Prologue: LOVE YOU THROUGH IT by Fabiola Francisco

While I was writing LOVIN’ ON YOU last year, the idea for this story popped into my mind and I quickly shoved it away harder than I’d push the biggest villain in any story. I was adamant to leave it alone and not venture into the emotions it would bring. Then, a friend brought it up to me after she finished Lovin’ on You, and I felt as if she had read my thoughts. I told her, NO. I’m pretty sure I used shouty caps. But, her words stuck with me because something inside me wanted to write this story. So, I did.

I began this manuscript, stopped and wrote another book, and picked it up later when I saw the perfect cover for it. It’s as if the universe was telling me, write the damn book. And I listened. I wrote the book and I cried more than I ever have writing any story. {Blubbering mess, y’all}

This is a topic that I fear in my personal life. Falling in love, having the fairy tale, and losing it all because of death. Grab tissues and read the prologue below.


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I knew the moment I heard the words slip from the man in uniform that my world would be turned upside down. Shattered. Everything ended that dreadful day, including my will to live.
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I throw myself over the casket after the preacher spoke words of peace and light. I grip the hard wood, bawling, refusing to let them sink this box to the bottom of that hole. No one attempts to stop me. They all watch in sorrow as I yell, asking God why.
I finally feel my father and Josh’s father pull me away. They hand me the folded flag—the tainted reminder of all that is left of him.
I stand in shock as they lower his body and cover him in dirt. I stare numbly at the mound of earth that now separates us. I will never see him again. I will never hear him again. Everything is destroyed.
“We’ll take you home,” my mother says, but I shake my head. “Bri, it would be best if you left. Let’s eat something.”
Turning to her, eyes void of emotion, I say, “Take me home and leave me there. I want to be alone.”
In the silence of the car, they respect my wishes. I hold on to that flag as if it were Josh I was holding.
“I want to be alone,” I tell them as they pull into the driveway before they choose to come inside with me.
“But—”
“No, mom. Not today.” I get out of the car; the black of my dress feels heavy as I drag with me the darkness this day has brought. It’s real. As if I would somehow wake up and have dreamt the visit the officer and chaplain made not too long ago.
As the door closes behind me, I lean against it—white contrasting to my black— and stare at this home. I calmly put the flag down on the console table. I walk a few steps in, grab the lamp and strike it onto the floor. I sweep my arms across the small table in the living room, causing everything on it to fall and break. The metal dish clings against the tile.
“Ahhh!” My throat hurts from the exertion. I yell again and again until I’m sore. I shatter the vase with flowers my friends sent me. Water pours from the broken glass as the roses attempt to soak up the last bit. I walk to them and stomp them with my heel. They can’t live if he’s dead.
I can’t live if he’s dead. I can’t live. I can’t.
I fall onto my knees, the tears a common emotion for me, and look up at the heavens. “I only have one question, God; why’d you bring him to me to steal him away?”
With that, I curl into my side and lose myself.

Copyright 2017, Fabiola Francisco


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Authors, Use Your Superpowers

We all have days where we doubt ourselves, put ourselves through a self-inflicted ringer, crushing our dreams before we have a chance to wake up and attempt to fulfill them. It’s part of being a human, experiencing this life. We can choose to learn from it or drown in it. Some days it seems almost impossible to rise above it—our mind reminding us we’re not good enough. We are.

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I feel as writers we sometimes subject ourselves to this. Comparison kills joy. So what do we do when we’re constantly being compared to others as a part of our career?

Believe in yourself. Believe in your craft. Often times, when I doubt my words, when I doubt my story-telling ability, I remind myself why I started writing in the first place. Not publishing, writing. I began to save myself from myself, so there is no way something that saved my life will be able to bring me down. I’m a writer before anything else. Before I’m a published author. Even, before I’m a reader. Because writing was a tool I used when I didn’t give a shit about the rest. I won’t bore you with the details. You get the gist.

So how can something that helped me battle negativity be a negative in my life? It can’t. I just need to remind myself why I started. What’s my why. Flow with that why. Remind yourself about the passion you feel toward your craft and forget what others are doing. I come back to my core. To who I am as a person, as a soul, not as the public figure. I return “home” in a sense and write something that has nothing to do with my work in progress that brings me back. That reminds me about my writing purpose.

Who cares if someone is writing about such topic. Does that topic resonate with you? Yes? Great, write about it. No? Great, write the story you have in you.

It’s so easy to question plots, to judge our creativity, to shut down an idea because it’s not “popular.” There are readers for everything, thank goodness, and there are writers to write all kinds of stories, again, thank goodness. That’s the beauty of fiction—creativity is limitless. The unimaginable becomes imaginable through the magic of words.

Write what you know. Write what you don’t know. Hell, you want to use the word moist? Use it. Yes, some readers will cringe. Guess what, if your story resonates with them, they’ll overcome the use of that word.

Break the rules. Seriously, if you have an idea for a book and it doesn’t fit a mold, write it anyway. It’s easy to get stuck on trends, but if you force yourself to write what’s popular while it’s not your passion, this career will squeeze the life out of you. Though publishing is a business, writing is an art. Finding balance for both is key, but never compromise what’s in your heart.

 

*Spoiler alert: Not everyone will love all your books, so stop trying to please the outside world instead of yourself.

 

 

An Author’s Horror Story

I woke up this morning with high hopes of coffee (it is International Coffee Day, after all) and a strong will to focus so I can reach my daily word count goal (a new donut shop opened nearby and that donut will be my reward for writing. #TGIF y’all). I started my day early, motivated and determined to swim with success in this author life I’m living.

After drinking my first cup of coffee, I check the usual business—chat with peers, schedule Facebook posts, check my Amazon page.

Gasp!

The nightmare I’ve had on repeat since I started publishing became true. The Phantom of Amazon assaulted with a vengeance. Five out of eight books lost a review.

Just one review? Don’t be a crybaby.

I’m sure many of you think that way. Those of you who publish and have never lost a review, those who aren’t in the business and don’t understand the value of reviews to authors and the work reviewers put into expressing how they feel about a book.

And yes, it could be worse. I could have lost more, but one is enough to stir uncertainty. It starts with one, but it never stops there. This week I’ve been talking with a couple of friends, one of them has lost multiple reviews for her new release.

We know, don’t include the words ARC, book gifted in exchange for a review, etc, etc. The thing is, the publishing business works this way. Authors send out ARCs (Advanced Reader Copies) as part of their marketing. It creates buzz before the book releases. Traditional publishers do this as well.

Not too long ago, I was watching an interview with three interns for a publishing house. They were asked what they learned the most in their summer internship. One woman said how many books are given out for free to readers before a book releases. We’re talking hundreds of books. Us indies, aren’t doing anything different. We’re playing by the same rules, Amazon. It’s part of the business. And trust me, those free books cost us money.

We host giveaways, we purchase books from Createspace (an Amazon-run company) to sell signed copies on our website and book signings. We invest, work tirelessly, and lose quality time with loved ones to pursue a dream. I’ll be honest, days like this make me question what the hell I’m still doing publishing books. I’ll always write. It’s embedded deep in my soul and I can’t quit it—not cold turkey, not with therapy. Writing is my therapy. But publishing is a business. A business that continues to provide struggles and obstacles for indie authors because we get chastised for working hard and following the path that’s been paved. Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe we need to break away from that path and carve our own. Hell, I never get all the reviews for books I give away.

For the record, they can be five stars or one, I want honest. In me giving a book to bloggers for reviews doesn’t mean I expect them to give me four or five stars. Are you listening, Amazon? Because it’s funny how the one and two star reviews never get deleted.

I try not to get hung up on reviews. They’re for the reader, not the author, blablabla. I get that, but they are also for the author because they help with our exposure on Amazon. They either work for or against Amazon’s algorithm, so to that comment, I dare call bullshit. We use blurbs from reviews to use in our marketing material. There’s a purpose. If there was no purpose to reviews, and no benefit, they wouldn’t exist.

If I were getting hundreds of reviews per book, I may not even notice. Even then, it’s still unfair. Unfortunately, I’m not. I have loyal readers, whom I adore. They know this. I’m forever grateful to them for their unconditional support. However, readers who have no idea who I am don’t invest time in writing a review for me, or bother to buy my book if I have measly twenty reviews, because surely this author sucks if no one buys her book (reviews are not a reflection of sales, FYI). Every. Review. Counts when you’re an indie like me.

Do you want to know what I find humorous? (A dry humor) Every single book that lost a review today is enlisted in Kindle Unlimited. Do you also want to know a fact? Readers who read a book via Kindle Unlimited and review said book does not show as verified purchase despite them investing in the Netflix of books.

We’ve all seen posts like this, talking about the loss of reviews and frustrated authors venting. The thing is, nothing changes. We continue to pay for building an audience and selling books (or not selling depending who you ask because it’s a hard knock life out there, yo). We continue to bring up that same nagging topic because it affects us. We try to take a stand and get rebutted. How would you feel if you were given food from a stranger only to have someone come to you and take it away because it was “free”? Or if someone donated clothes for your child and a person comes into your house to collect it all because you didn’t pay for it?

It works the same. Or similar. You get the gist. I’m still working through coffee número dos. The bottom line is, for the most part, we do this honestly. I don’t tell reviewers, you better give me five stars or you’ll never review for me again. No. That is wrong. Paying readers to review your books is wrong. Marketing your book to gain exposure by having reviewers read is not. We see vloggers do it for everything—makeup, skin care, hair products.

Now, I have a few questions that need some clarification, and I’m not a well-known author so I may not even get responses, but contacting Amazon in the past has been pointless.

  1. What happens with Kindle Unlimited reviews that show as non-verified? If you can keep track of the pages read to pay authors, then surely you can track if that reader reviewed from a “purchase.”
  2. Authors purchase books from Createspace (paying a price) in order to have paperbacks to sell as signed copies on their websites or at book signings. Readers who read those books and review will not show a verified purchase. YET, (and yes, I’m using shouty caps because I totally shouted that word in my head) Amazon is receiving payment for those books from the author. How would Amazon know where the book came from? They have no idea that it was indeed, a purchase. Maybe add that as an option in your review, Amazon. You can see the author’s purchase history from Createspace.
  3. Why are we getting punished for running a business? Many other businesses provide services and products in exchange for reviews. I don’t know most of the reviewers who receive my books. I hire a company that runs that service for me. The reviewer and I have no relationship.
  4. What does Amazon gain in removing reviews? I understand it’s a way on controlling and keeping things fair and honest, but I’m not cheating the system. The people I know, who are also losing reviews, aren’t scamming. I don’t have time to even think that. YET, there have been “authors” who have cheated the system to make sales and become bestsellers. Amazon cracked down on those when readers united (in an very impressive force) to express the unfairness in it.

So, Amazon, instead of picking on authors that are working hard on paving a way to build a name for themselves, why don’t you look into what’s true fraud.

Authors providing books to be reviewed is not a scam. It’s part of the publishing business. Like I mentioned, I never even get reviews for all of the books sent out.

What do they gain in removing reviews? Those reviews help us reach a level within their algorithm. They help our books not get lost in the sea of millions. Publishing isn’t full of flowers, sunshine, and good coffee. It’s full of tears, heartache, frustration, and disappointment.

So, why do it? Because it takes one reader to send a message expressing how much your book helped their personal life to chuck the bad stuff and focus on that. It takes one kind word about your story to help you realize there’s no way you can stop sharing your words once you start doing so, but it’s expensive to get a book published. You’ve heard the stories.

This is a business based on art, so it’s trickier than say, selling clothes. We pour passion and soul into our words. We create books based on our experiences, our hurt, our truths. That alone is scary. Then, we have to tie in business, a price tag, to it. Imagine coming up with a price for a child. Because to us, our books are our babies. I, for one, bleed onto my laptop, writing things I’d never express if they were in the form of non-fiction. It’s not all fairy tales, guys.

But we want to share it with the world, and we choose to make it a business. It’s a delicate line. It’s doubly disappointing to receive news like this. To see all the hard work you’ve poured, slowly be deleted as if you’re just a number. To Amazon, I am just a number. But for my peers and me, those reviews mean more than just that.

I’ve had my own issues with Amazon in the past due to other reasons. To the point I’ve had to consider removing some of my books from their platform. Most of my readers, if not all, read on Kindle, so in a way Amazon will always have the upper hand unless I say, fuck it, and take a risk.

Today, I’m over it. Today, I want to say a big F U and call it quits. Instead, I have words to write because I’m eating that damn donut.

Tomorrow is a new day, and for the love of God, I pray that Amazon leaves us alone. If not, it’s time we unite and pave a new way. There can be a lot of division in this community, but we’re strong when we come together.

 

*Edit: In the time I wrote this post and published it, I reached my word count and got my donut. How ‘bout dat?