regret leaving the hectic, faster pace of
living in New York.”
“It’s beautiful. I can definitely see the
draw.” Especially after the last few months of juggling her hectic work
schedule while trying to deal with the emotional and physical results of her
ordeal. “Is Kira responsible for all of these gardens?” Surrounding the dock,
the decking around the restaurant and the connecting pathways were beautiful
annual displays in beds and containers that were an added attraction for
visitors. Unusual combinations of foliage and flowers provided stunning beauty
and color throughout the resort.
“Yes, she’s done an awesome job not only
around here, but on their side of the island in their private gardens. She says a unique feature of living and
gardening in the South is the ability to garden and have something flowering year
round. Most of what you see will bloom throughout the year, even in winter,” he
said as he pointed out flowering plants complemented by various evergreen
shrubs and ground covers as well as flowering bulbs. “Kira could tell you every
name of every flower, bush and tree.”
The pride and warmth that infused his
voice told Brooke that Will was as fond of Kira as Alec was. She was a lucky
woman to have the affection of all three men. A few minutes later, Patti and
Doug waved to them as they pulled their cart into a small covered parking spot.
“Your parking slot is up ahead then you’ll
have to walk down to your bungalow,” Will said as he beeped at the couple.
“Wow, this is secluded,” Brooke replied
when Will pulled into the next parking spot, grabbed her bags and led her down
a winding wood planked path. She could hear the sound of the ocean, but still
couldn’t see it through the copse of trees around the trail.
“It’s what you said you wanted, isn’t it?”
“Definitely, it’s just so different,
coming from New York.” The silence was broken up by the sound of birds chirping
and the crashing of waves coming from up ahead, both sounds so pleasing yet so
foreign to her.
“Yeah, but in a good way.”
“It’s about time,” Gabe greeted them
irritably as they emerged from the cover of trees onto the beach. “What the
hell do you mean tone down the violence in these chapters?” Gabe thrust a copy
of her last email to him at her. “Those scenes are the reasons for my
characters actions.”
“Gabe, be nice,” Kira chided him, rolling
her eyes behind his back as she smiled at Brooke. “Hi, Brooke. How was your
trip?”
Brooke smiled back, ignoring Gabe’s
glower. “It was fine, thank you, but I’m ready for a little R and R before I
jump into work.” Glancing at Gabe, she stated calmly, “I’ve told you before,
Gabe, that your readers don’t like reading such graphic violence. Tone it down, or better yet, simply refer to
it as a reason for the character’s behavior, but eliminate the gory details. If
you’d read your fans letters, you’d know they like the mystery and suspense and
want just enough details on past abuse to give a reason for the character’s
motive’s.”
“That’s Will’s job,” Gabe said, referring
to the hundreds of emails he received from readers.
“I
turned it over to Kira,” Will threw back over his shoulder as he walked to the
small porch on the bungalow. “Hang on a minute and I’ll hitch a ride back with
you.”
“Which I told you, Gabe, as well as
telling you I agreed with Brooke and your readers. Now come on.” Grabbing his
hand, she pulled her much taller, much bigger husband over to a bright yellow
dune buggy. “Call Ralph out of the water and let’s go home. You can harass
Brooke later.”
Brooke laughed as Ralph bounded out of the
ocean at Gabe’s call and waited until he was next to them before spraying them
with a vigorous shake. Turning, she followed Will inside,
living in New York.”
“It’s beautiful. I can definitely see the
draw.” Especially after the last few months of juggling her hectic work
schedule while trying to deal with the emotional and physical results of her
ordeal. “Is Kira responsible for all of these gardens?” Surrounding the dock,
the decking around the restaurant and the connecting pathways were beautiful
annual displays in beds and containers that were an added attraction for
visitors. Unusual combinations of foliage and flowers provided stunning beauty
and color throughout the resort.
“Yes, she’s done an awesome job not only
around here, but on their side of the island in their private gardens. She says a unique feature of living and
gardening in the South is the ability to garden and have something flowering year
round. Most of what you see will bloom throughout the year, even in winter,” he
said as he pointed out flowering plants complemented by various evergreen
shrubs and ground covers as well as flowering bulbs. “Kira could tell you every
name of every flower, bush and tree.”
The pride and warmth that infused his
voice told Brooke that Will was as fond of Kira as Alec was. She was a lucky
woman to have the affection of all three men. A few minutes later, Patti and
Doug waved to them as they pulled their cart into a small covered parking spot.
“Your parking slot is up ahead then you’ll
have to walk down to your bungalow,” Will said as he beeped at the couple.
“Wow, this is secluded,” Brooke replied
when Will pulled into the next parking spot, grabbed her bags and led her down
a winding wood planked path. She could hear the sound of the ocean, but still
couldn’t see it through the copse of trees around the trail.
“It’s what you said you wanted, isn’t it?”
“Definitely, it’s just so different,
coming from New York.” The silence was broken up by the sound of birds chirping
and the crashing of waves coming from up ahead, both sounds so pleasing yet so
foreign to her.
“Yeah, but in a good way.”
“It’s about time,” Gabe greeted them
irritably as they emerged from the cover of trees onto the beach. “What the
hell do you mean tone down the violence in these chapters?” Gabe thrust a copy
of her last email to him at her. “Those scenes are the reasons for my
characters actions.”
“Gabe, be nice,” Kira chided him, rolling
her eyes behind his back as she smiled at Brooke. “Hi, Brooke. How was your
trip?”
Brooke smiled back, ignoring Gabe’s
glower. “It was fine, thank you, but I’m ready for a little R and R before I
jump into work.” Glancing at Gabe, she stated calmly, “I’ve told you before,
Gabe, that your readers don’t like reading such graphic violence. Tone it down, or better yet, simply refer to
it as a reason for the character’s behavior, but eliminate the gory details. If
you’d read your fans letters, you’d know they like the mystery and suspense and
want just enough details on past abuse to give a reason for the character’s
motive’s.”
“That’s Will’s job,” Gabe said, referring
to the hundreds of emails he received from readers.
“I
turned it over to Kira,” Will threw back over his shoulder as he walked to the
small porch on the bungalow. “Hang on a minute and I’ll hitch a ride back with
you.”
“Which I told you, Gabe, as well as
telling you I agreed with Brooke and your readers. Now come on.” Grabbing his
hand, she pulled her much taller, much bigger husband over to a bright yellow
dune buggy. “Call Ralph out of the water and let’s go home. You can harass
Brooke later.”
Brooke laughed as Ralph bounded out of the
ocean at Gabe’s call and waited until he was next to them before spraying them
with a vigorous shake. Turning, she followed Will inside,
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