Sarifina and Maxime Reunite

Sarifina couldn't believe that she was in Maxime's London flat. It seemed like ages since that awful day last summer when they said goodbye at Kennedy Airport. It had been the worse day of her entire life, watching the man she loved walk away, not knowing when she would see him again. Weeks went by …

In Washington

They were in Washington. They arrived Friday night and Shandra was relieved that she had her own room. After dumping her stuff off, she went to check out his suite which was massive. She had been worried that they would end up sharing it but there was a last minute cancellation and his agent, Mia …

Business, Marriage & Paris

"So, how is married life?" Janine asked Herrold as they waited in the lobby. They were there for a conference held in one of the meeting rooms of Hôtel Napoléon in Paris. "It's wonderful," he replied. "I've never been so happy in my life." "Good. How long have you been married?" "Twenty years. We celebrated …

One More Day

This evening Maxime and I are on a luxury dinner cruise in New York City. We're in first class and are enjoying amuse bouche, French for "mouth amusers" at our own private table before dinner. We are sipping non-alcoholic aperitif cocktails. It is such a magical evening. I feel like Cinderella with her handsome prince …

Dinner and a Carriage Ride

I'm on the subway on my way to meet Maxime. He's taking me to lunch at Tribeca Grill, a restaurant co-owned by Robert De Niro. I so excited that I'm going to be seeing Maxime again. Too excited to concentrate on mystic mall cops and maroon feather dusters, a book I'm currently reading. It's about …

In A New York Minute

It was his first time in New York. He was there on business but today, he was doing a bit of sightseeing. It was a nice break from his otherwise quiet and uneventful life in Cornwall. He sighed as he thought about his life before...yes, those soothing sounds of sunshine and long forgotten days. He …

Wishful Thinking

Photo by Na’ama Yehuda After reading the novel, Rebecca, I’ve always imagined meeting a handsome widower like Maxim de Winter who would sweep me off my feet.  Then, I’d chide myself for having such foolish thoughts.  I gaze across the river at the Statue of Liberty.  I was 9 when my family and I came to …

The Precinct

"How's Viola?" Franco Manetti asked his friend and partner of twelve years, Joe Martin, as he was getting ready to leave for the night. Joe stopped writing his report to look at him, his expression was one of exasperation.  "Why don't you ask her out already?" he demanded.  "You're always asking about her and she's …

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