Revive Love

I'm a sucker for love. And romance. I'm affectionate and like feeling special. Don't we all?

Isn't it easy to forget how much we love someone? Buried up to our eyeballs in work, house, bills and kids...sometimes we lose track of our partner. What if someone told you that you could start fresh with your partner? Would you do it?

Remember back when you first fell in love? A time when a toilet seat left up, socks left on the floor, burping and farting didn't seem so bad. Now that the years have passed, these little things are like hits to the relationship. Do you ever fill like a scoreboard keeper? Each time one of his flaws are spotlighted you make another tally mark on a score sheet.

Here's a question. When was the last time you did something for your partner free of expectation? Never? That's probably what most people would say. After all, did you give that massage to your partner last night without one hope that you'd get one too--or maybe something better? Eventually, when your partner doesn't meet your expectations, you begin to keep "score." Then, you start to do less and less work to keep the spark alive.

Have you ever heard someone say, "My partner just isn't the way he used to be." Well, is anyone ever like they "used to be?" Isn't growing a part of life? Is it possible that you've gotten so used to your partner doing sweet and kind things that you've stopped saying "thank you" and he feels less appreciated? Or, perhaps he doesn't tell you how beautiful you are like he used to?

Here's something for you to think about. If suddenly your partner disappeared. No goodbye. No explanation. No closure. How would you feel? Would you be wishing that you would have done things differently? We all must realize that tomorrow is never a guarantee. Never take for granted those we love.

Interested in reading what I write? Check this out...

Dreaming Ivy by Rhonda Lee Carver

Can a past love become their future?

The Thorntons’ mansion is full of timeless secrets waiting to be unraveled. When small-town journalist Ivy and ghost hunter Max are stuck in the forgotten, dilapidated house, they find more than just a haunting. Ivy finds herself dreaming of the former owners, Marcus Thornton and his lovely wife, Elizabeth. Their profound love was once the talk of the town, and the cause their mysterious, untimely deaths never found. When Ivy’s dreams begin to become reality, the mystery starts to unravel and sheds truth on more than just the past.

WARNING: Graphic language, naughty ghosts, a non-committal male, and a love that endures beyond time and death.

Copyright 2012, Rhonda Lee Carver

All rights reserved, Lyrical Press, Inc.

EIvy stepped into the corridor. She stopped and listened. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a shadow sweep across the wall. She turned as it disappeared. “Hello?” No answer. She stomped down the hall and burst into the room. “Hello–”

The room was empty.Ivy swallowed the taste of fright. A shiver raced across her skin. She had seen someone, or had she? She rubbed her eyes. Maybe the shadows were playing tricks on her.

A loud crack in the floor behind her sent Ivy twisting. The sun from the window blinded her. She acted on impulse. She drew her fist back and punched–landing on something solid. The force behind her connection with skin and bone sent her off balance, flailing backward. A hand on her wrist pulled her hard against a steely frame.

She met a dark stare, just as she felt wobbling. The impact of her body had sent him a step back. He lost his balance. Together they fell. The air whooshed from his chest as Ivy landed on top of the stranger.

She closed her eyes and remained still. She wanted nothing more than for the floor to swallow her. Several long seconds floated by. Neither of them said a word. She finally opened her eyes.

Embarrassed and confused, Ivy laid her palms against his shoulders, pushing herself up. She looked directly into his not-so-pleased expression and gulped. Enchanting green eyes, prominent cheekbones, midnight hair…and a pissed-off set to his jaw. She’d made a mistake–a huge one. “Max Shepard.” It wasn’t a question.

He narrowed his eyes. “Ivy Kennedy, journalist and amateur boxer?”

The deep, rich tone of his voice did funny things to the pit of her stomach. His voice wasn’t the only toned part of him. Pressed together gave her an up close and personal testimonial of his physical assets. Broad chest, tight abs to long legs, she could feel tight muscles and a curious bulge. She scooted her hip around the swelling in his jeans. Heat and realization spread through her body.

One corner of his mouth lifted. “It’s my cell.” Could he see straight through her?

“Cell?”

He reached into his pocket and held up his phone. Ivy was certain her skin changed into the perfect color of mortification. She wondered just how bad this could get. Pasting a smile on her face, she said, “Nice to meet you.” The temperature rose between them into the triple digits. Their bodies seemed to melt together. He didn’t look like the pictures she’d seen on the internet. He looked more distinguished in person. “You’re older than I thought,” she blurted.

“Older?”

“Older, in a good way.” She licked her bottom lip and nervously pushed her hair behind her ear. “My mother said I have a bad habit of saying the most awkward things and rambling–” She swallowed. “–like I am now.” She moved slightly.

His zipper started to swell again. Was that another cell phone in his pocket, or… Before her mind could complete the thought, he wrapped his large hands around her waist and lifted her off him. He set her on her feet as he came to stand in front of her. “That’s better,” he said as he backed up. “Damn.” He kicked rug that must have been the reason behind their fall.

He stood there, silent. This was a complete disaster. She’d managed to give him a black eye to match the dark scowl on his face. She needed to start searching for a new job. Marshall would have her head for this.

Dreaming Ivy by Rhonda Lee Carver

http://lyricalpress.com/dreaming-ivy/

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