TODAY'S GUEST POST BY AMANDA LANCE
Ten Things You Didn't Know about Amanda Lance
1. My other half and I have been together for five years and were introduced to each other through our meddling mothers. His mom was my mom’s hairdresser and they arranged for us to “accidently” bump into each other.
2. Requiem for a Dream (both the movie and the book) made me cry like a baby. I have been forbidden from observing either of them while home alone.
3. I have never been to a funeral.
4. I prefer big dogs over smaller dogs—they make better blankets.
5. When I first saw Romeo and Juliet I thought it was a true story. In all fairness I was 7 years old. And yes, I cried at the end.
6. I have seen every episode of The Simpsons ever made.
7. Despite my slight allergy to apples apple crisp is my favorite dessert of all time.
8. I think “reality” TV is a cultural tragedy. I’m pretty sure it causes brain damage.
9. I have been prescribed 19 different psychotropic drugs throughout my life.
10. I am the first female from both sides of my family to graduate from college and the only one to attend graduate school.
AN EXCERPT FROM ENDANGERED HEARTS:
There reactions were simultaneous, and when the other realized that they were present a wide range of embarrassment came over the both of them.
“You” he breathed. Perhaps he would have yelled, shouted even, yet he was out of breath and the flush that had taken over her lovely face had also put him considerably out of ease.
The condition flamed within him again, and, out of instinct; he reached for the book that held his medication but knew it would be unwise to consume the narcotics in front of her, and so, stopped himself.
Kasper shut his eyes and heaved into the air. Without his medication it would be difficult to calm down, especially since she had not discontinued her staring at him. He could feel her gaze even through his eyelids with his back turned. Did the little peach feel so much when he watched her from far away? Did she feel so anxious? His stomach recoiled at the thought of causing her discomfort, a feeling he realized, more painful than the current state that plagued him.
“What are you doing up here?”
He tossed the instrument at the floor, though it must have been much harder than he intended, as it made Emilia flinch where she stood. Seconds later, her blue eyes were still wide with that horror he despised the most, that horror, that, somehow he had let himself hope, he would never see directed at him.
“You should not be up here! You were told—”
“B-but you’re bleeding” She informed him softly.
Without thinking, Kasper’s hand reached to the sting on his face. While there were few functioning nerve endings beneath the malformed tissue, he could feel that much pain. Sure enough, when he pulled away, there was some blood, and even more had dropped to his shoe, trickled to the ground below.
Emilia stepped towards him slowly, not unlike Kasper would a startled horse. And although he was only distracted briefly by his injury, it was not enough for Emilia’s move to go unnoticed.
“W-what are you doing?”
Kasper could not hide the panic in his voice, and he was much too stunned to back away—his fight or flight response failing completely. Regardless, Emilia had him boxed in, and with the grand piano taking up the quarter half of the wall and antique instruments lining the other half for decoration, there were few places for him to retreat. Though frankly, he was not sure if he wanted to.
“You’re bleeding” she said again, this time reaching out for him. Once again, he inhaled sharply, fearing and hoping she would try to touch him, horrified she would try to remove the mask he had lived behind and thrived in for so long. He recoiled just as her fingertips shadowed his cheek, but he felt no relief, seeing the hurt on her face as she backed away.
“Are you all right?” He heard her ask.
“A mere scrape.” Kasper swallowed hard, feeling a new sweat rise on his brow, though he was more cold than hot. His idiotic body could not even perform the most basic of functions properly, betraying him at this most desperate time!
“Let me see.” This time she waited until he offered the side of his neck to her, both of them knowing full well that his injury was more than ‘a mere scrape’. Though his injury was Emilia’s only concern, Kasper’s had reached the realization that he was completely incapable of denying her any request she saw fit to make.
Slowly, Emilia removed the handkerchief tied beneath her ponytail. Little did she know the action her enticed him considerably, enchanting him with the vanilla scent of her shampoo.
As he began to demand, ask, plead… “Don’t—” she did not listen and he could not pull away, allowing her to dab gently at the spots of red emerging from the deep set cut at his neck. Emilia was not distressed by the slight of blood, but rather by how powerful the strings of the violin had been to cut through the fine material of his shirt and damage his russet shaded skin. Though she did not fail to notice how thin his mask was and how easily it had been damaged.
“You’re lucky” she smiled. “You could have lost your eye.”
“Lucky” Kasper scoffed, though more to distract himself than her. “That is not a word I usually associate myself with.”
“Really?” Emilia smiled even wider, her expression completely eradicating the hurt that along his face and neck. He wondered again then, if she was not some sort of sorceress, fixing to steal his soul away—whatever remained of it anyway.
“How would you describe yourself?”
The ranging color of her blue eyes was too much for him. Kasper violently pulled the handkerchief from her; enjoying far too much the feel of her fingers against his.
“Myself? Well, let’s see? ‘Stricken’, ‘Unfortunate’, ‘jinxed’ to have the most disobedient employees that anyone has ever had!”
Emilia laughed. Seeing him struggle to insult her was unquestionably entertaining, no matter how awkward Kasper Zafar was one minute, he could be wonderfully articulate the very next.