My Heart in Seoul by
Sydney Arrison
Blurb:
Jasmine Sinclair is a
successful New York reporter. She’s used to reporting the news, not making the
news. After she finds herself in the middle of a major scandal; and
relentlessly pursued by the press, she flees the country with her father,
United States Senator John Avery Sinclair.
Intoxicated by the night life in Seoul, Jasmine dares to approach a mysterious
and handsome stranger. The encounter leads to an unforgettable, passion filled
weekend, but upon returning to New York Jasmine soon realizes; that nothing
will quell her yearning to be with the man she loves. Will distance, ambitions
and family-ties keep them apart or will they find each other again?
Excerpt:
As
Brice made his way over to her, it seemed as though he was moving in slow
motion. His stride was long and confident. He was tall, about six feet and a
couple inches, dark brown hair that had a sexy tousled-just got out of bed
look. His skin was fair and he had piercing green eyes. A guy, who obviously
had too much to drink, stepped in front of Brice. While he talked to the
drunken guy with the tight fitting suit and hideous comb over, Brice smiled.
The guy became very animated. After a few minutes, Brice patted him on his back
and continued to make his way towards Jasmine and Candace.
Brice
extended his arm and said, “Hello, Candy."
Candace
grabbed him, gave him a hug and said, “Brice, the film is just going to be
awesome! It was so much fun working with your crew."
"Yeah,
we had a blast making it."
Candace
noticed Brice and Jasmine staring at each other. She cleared her throat and
said, “Oh, umm, where are my manners?
This is my friend Jasmine. Jasmine, this is Brice and I'm…I’m out of
here," she said with a laugh. “I see some peeps I know."
Brice
smiled, and deep-set dimples appeared on each cheek.
“You
know, I was going to use a line on you, but as I got closer, I realized that
you deserved something original, something real, and something true. I may
never see you again, so here goes... I really would like you to go for a walk
with me, so that we can talk, without all…all of this," he said, looking
around. "Without yelling over each other, without an audience watching and
wondering."
Jasmine
shook his hand. She smiled, and said with a chuckle, "How do I know that's
not a line?"
He
hesitated for a moment, then moved in closer, leaned down and whispered in her
ear, “I’m an actor, if I were going to give you a line, trust me; it would be a
hell of a lot better than that! Yes, I'm that good."
Jasmine
felt his soft lips brush against her earlobe, and could smell his cologne. It
was a sweet, warm woodsy scent. His five o-clock shadow was just waiting for a
chance to make an appearance. She swallowed hard as she stepped back, looked in
his eyes and knew she had to take this chance. She knew she wanted to hear what
he had to say. She shocked herself when she turned and set her glass down on
the table.
Brice
held her hand, as they made their way through the crowd. The two of them walked
along the beach and talked for two hours. She learned that he was in and out of
foster homes, after the court took him from his drug-addicted mom. He never met
his dad and didn’t know who he was.
Brice
sat down on the sand, and she sat down next to him. He told her that acting was
“his way out”. After he graduated high school, he took the nine hundred dollar
he saved from working summer jobs, purchased a plane ticket to L.A. and never
looked back.
Copyright ©2013 Sydney Arrison All Rights Reserved.
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