Blinding Lights
Lights of Scotland #2
By Jessica Florence
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: April 26, 2016
Synopsis
She dances with a passion I'll never know
Seeing her again tears me at the seams
She was never mine
My soul is stained with the darkness of death
I have killed
I have tortured
I have lost
Her soul is too bright for the shadows within.
and her determination to be the flame in my heart could kill us
both
Still, I want her, I crave her
But not even her blinding lights can fight away the darkness threatening
us both.
Eventually, everything gets snuffed out.
Excerpt
Prologue
The speakers started playing a piano melody. At the first word of the song,
Lily walked onto the stage, one foot in front of the other as her hands
gracefully moved beside her. I watched her long starlight colored hair flow as
she started to sway. Her head cast down. She rolled her body and stuck her long
leg in the air behind her then spun in a circle. The material of her dancer’s skirt flowed around her like a pinwheel.
Her head went back down conveying sorrow. I wanted to lift her chin up. She
should not be looking down, her beautiful amethyst eyes deserved to be seen. I
hadn’t seen her dance since we were teens. I felt enraptured by her.
My eyes were glued as the singer started bellowing out the chorus. Her head
whipped back again as she leapt into the air and spun. She landed on one foot,
and her hands moved around her like a swan. I felt every bit of the emotions in
my soul from the song through her dance. It was as if she herself was giving
life to the words with every move of her body. She leapt, spun, and bounced
around. She swayed back and forth as if she was being pulled between two
forces.
My heart ached for her. The emotions in this dance were ones of devastation and
regret. She fell to the ground lying on her back then her chest came up then
fell back slowly, as if trying to bring herself back to life. Her hair swirled
around her in soft waves. She got back up quickly and twirled to the back on
the stage. With the last bit of the song, she ran and jumped into the air,
spread her legs into a split into the air and landed. She gave it her all, she
threw everything she had into the emotions of this dance. At the end she fell
to the ground and crumpled.
I wanted to run to her, scoop her up, and tell her everything. But she could
never be mine. I’d given up that dream years ago. I wasn’t even sure why I had stopped by to see her perform. I almost wish
I hadn’t. To see her move with that much passion, so much that I could
only dream to possess an ounce of it. I spared one last look at her as I stood.
The crowd had erupted into cheers and screams in applause for her performance.
She was smiling while flowers were placed in her hands as she took a bow to her
audience.
Tears glistened on her rosy cheeks. She had such a powerful spirit in
everything she did.
Not able to take anymore I turned and left the cheers and the woman I loved
behind me. My soul was stained black with death. Someone as bright and pure as
my Lily, deserved more. I think I had convinced myself if I saw her again that
maybe I would change my mind to pursue her. To finally find peace in my life,
but only to see her and feel just as I did when I left a few years ago.
Devastated.
I walked out of the auditorium building promising myself that I wouldn’t try to see her anymore. It was just torture on my soul. I had to
give her up completely. The hope of having Lily was left back on that stage
with her.
I had jobs to do, that would be my only salvation in this hell of a life.
I got on my bike and sped off as far away from my starlight as
could.
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Meet the Author
Jessica Florence, Kaleidoscope of Romance
Writer of Surviving Valentine. The of The Heart trilogy, Evergreen,Lights of
Scotland Series, and The Final KO.
When she's not writing her next invigorating story. You can find her running
her own business, and spending time with her husband and daughter in southwest
Florida.
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