Now granted I got lucky and I have that in my hubs. But it's still nice to have a fictional love. And right now that love for me is Sam Harker. I know, I know, he's my own character but he really does have a special place in my heart. More than any of the other male characters I have ever written.
As the writer I have certain insights. I know why he is doing the things he does. I know who he is really. And he tugs at my heart strings. He wants to do the right thing, he's trapped because of his circumstances and his own loyalty. But of course he didn't count on falling love with Natasha. And she is lovely. But it's created this great big problem in Sam's life. Loving Natasha has the potential to cost him everything he ever held dear. His family means everything to him and Natasha endangers all of that... But what can he do?
For me, Sam has become the type of character that haunts my dreams.
And here's just a short snippet of Sacrifice and of course Sam.
He propped himself up against the wall and watched as she left the coffee shop. Her honey coloured hair drifted around her face and part of him wondered if it was naturally that colour or had she found it in a bottle? Most of the girls he knew were fake. Fake hair, fake boobs, fake smile… But with her, from what he’d seen of her there didn’t seem to be anything fake about her.
The look on her face as she’d watched him… He’d seen that look before, but on her it was different. Some deep sadness seemed to lurk just beneath the surface of her eyes. She was an uncertainty. It wasn’t something he had ever dealt with before. Normally he was sure of what was happening. But with her, he had this sinking feeling in his gut that with her he would be thrown off balance.
It’s a challenge… That’s all, nothing more than a challenge. And maybe you won’t need to do it… Maybe it’ll all work out.
He raked his hand back through his dark hair and shut his eyes for a moment. An image flashed before him and he felt sick. It was an effort not to turn where he stood and lose the cup of coffee he had just drank all over the sidewalk.
Get a grip! The little voice in his head spoke sternly and he knew it was right. He had to get a grip. There was nothing he could do. He was here for a reason, and one reason only. Maybe things would work out and he would leave here with no issues… Maybe…
He pushed away from the wall and continued to watch her progress across the campus. He couldn’t shake the look in her eyes. The way she had stared at him. Something stirred inside him, something he had sworn was dead, buried. He couldn’t afford to allow feelings to get in his way. If it had been any of the other guys they would have already made contact. They would be sure it was her…
But he didn’t need to ask her to know, and it wasn’t just because of the crappy description he had sketched into his notepad either. He knew the second he saw her who she was. Natasha Masterton. But it was better to follow protocol. Better to be sure.
He shook his head as she disappeared out of sight. What the hell was wrong with him? Here he was beginning to sound like one of them. It wasn’t what he wanted. It wasn’t what he had planned. But what else was he supposed to do? They had promised they’d help her, give her everything she needed if he just did this one thing…
He wasn’t a religious man, but in this instance he couldn’t help but think that he had sold his soul to the devil. Before he had seen Natasha it had seemed easy. It was just something he needed to do in order to get what he wanted… But now…
Shit. He punched the brick wall, the skin splitting with the force of the impact. The blood welled up across his knuckles mixing with the dust from the wall. It was a good kind of pain, a comforting one. One he needed. Maybe if he rang them, told them he couldn’t do this, told them it wasn’t right… Maybe they’d relent?
He laughed as he started across the campus, pushing his hand into his pocket, hiding the injury from prying eyes. The last thing he wanted to do was draw attention to himself. He’d done enough of that already.
His mind skipped back to the moment in the coffee shop. The moment they had shared. And her laugh. He grinned as he thought of it. The way the others had looked at her as though she had completely lost her mind. But he understood that. It was one thing in this giant mess that he could understand. Laughing at the most inappropriate of times was something he was known to do. His older brother had made the vast majority of his teenage years miserable because of that one little habit that he couldn’t seem to shake.
The moment he thought of his brother he shut his mind down. It wasn’t a place he wanted to go. It wasn’t something he was willing to think about, not now, not ever if he had his own way.
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Sacrifice Coming June 28th.
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