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Contact Information: Felicia G. Cook 866-529-6931 felicia.cook@onebox.com
Debut Author’s Delicate Balance of Truth and Fantasy Creates an Inspirational Love Story in Today’s World
This inspirational and moving novel takes the reader on a spiritual journey of discovering love after suffering loss. In a desperate search for a relatable modern day love story, inspired by authors, directors and screenwriters, such as Terry McMillan (Waiting to Exhale, How Stella Got her Groove Back, Getting to Happy), Malcolm Lee, (The Best Man, The Best Man Holiday) and Gina Prince-Bythewood (Love & Basketball, The Secret Life of Bees), Debut Author, Felicia G. Cook, has penned a very heartfelt and compelling tale of the vulnerability of opening one’s self up to love. A culmination of personal life experiences and sheer fantasy, Love Stone is the result of Cook’s desire to bring everyday love stories into the romance genre. “I wanted to write a realistic love story that anyone who has ever loved and lost could relate to. It is a heartfelt and compassionate story of finding love after loss.”
Lynette Parker, a recently divorced, working mother, is redefining and rebuilding her life after her divorce from her childhood sweetheart Jason. Refocusing her attention on her faith, her family and her finances, Lynette vows to never allow herself to love another man the way she loved Jason. Her new motto is “Stay Single and Stay Focused.” She soon finds out that God has something more in store for her. This moving and inspiring story will keep readers intrigued and engaged as the characters and events evolve into an undoubtedly familiar tale; one that anyone who has ever loved and lost can relate to.
Love Stone: A Story of Love after Loss by Felicia G. Cook, $12.95 273pp – ISBN-13-9781495996276
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Contact Information: Felicia G Cook 866-529-6931 felicia.cook@onebox.com
In the Morning
After Lynette hung up the phone she was furious. With whom, she wasn’t quite sure. Her mind and heart were racing, she was thinking to herself, “Oh my God!!! What the hell am I doing? Setting myself up for a broken heart? I should know better. I do know better. Here I am, opening myself up to this. Now here I sit, in the same situation as before…wondering. I don’t like this shit at all. But I can only blame myself. I did this. Eyes wide open. I made a choice and now I am living with all of the consequences. Loneliness can make you do crazy things. It’s like the side effect of a powerful drug. I set myself up for this. I walked straight into it. God, I’m so disappointed in me. I swore that I would never allow myself to feel this way about anyone ever again. I’ve spent too many nights, lonely, crying and wondering where my husband was. But this time it’s even worse. I thought I could handle this; not let myself get too close, would treat it as a casual thing. I had never had a relationship like that before so I wanted to try it. This way I could protect my heart, Neal and I would remain friends but now we would be friends who had sex with each other. That’s what I went into this thinking. I knew his feelings were true and genuine and that he cared for me deeply, but I thought that we both could keep from falling in love with each other. We had been working together for a few years and became friends. My girlfriends told me that he had feelings for me, but I never saw it. I didn’t want to see it. Even when he came over to my house on his birthday and asked me for a picture of myself, I just didn’t see it, especially, when every time I moved closer to him he backed away. That night we talked, drank a few glasses of wine and genuinely enjoyed each others’ company…as friends. It was great. That evening as he was leaving I did want to hug and kiss him, though, more so to thank him for his company and conversation. At least that’s what I was telling myself. But I could see myself with him. Holding him, kissing him, making love to him and sending him on his way. Two weeks later, when he emailed me and called me at work telling me how he felt about me I was more confused than ever.” Lynette began to recall the events of the weekend. Maybe she wasn’t really living this. Maybe it was all just a bad dream. It was all too real though, she remembered every detail of that weekend, starting with that morning in the office.
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Neal began to kiss Lynette all over her body. They made love again and this time she let herself go. Lynette made love to this man like she’d never made love before. She pretended Neal was hers and that they had been together forever. For Lynette, it did not feel like pretending. It felt so real, so natural. They made love over and over again all night long. The reality of their situation came at two in the morning when Neal woke Lynette to tell her that he had to get home. The two of them got dressed and Lynette followed him to the door. He kissed her as he left and she locked the door behind him. The guilty feelings started to return. Lynette thought to herself, “What have I just done? I feel so ashamed. I will tell Neal tomorrow that we can’t see each other anymore. Even though we felt so right, the situation is just so wrong.” Lynette knew she would not be able to handle it, having an affair. Being the other woman was not for her. She wasn’t going to be responsible for breaking up someone’s home regardless of how unhappy it might be.
Lynette climbed the stairs to her bedroom and crawled into bed. The spot where Neal had slept was still warm. She rolled over onto it, pulled the covers over her and pretended he was still there with her. She could still feel him inside of her. Her whole body was still tingling. It felt so wonderful. Lynette fell asleep thinking about how he made her feel. She would enjoy the thought of it for now but would call him later to break it off.
Lynette
Lynette had prayed that God would send her the person that she was meant to be with. She prayed in detail and even asked God to give her a sign. She remembered the very first night that she had prayed about it. Realizing that despite her vow to herself, to never love again, she was not meant to be alone. So she told God, that if He had someone out there for her, to please send her a sign so that she would recognize him. That night and for several nights afterward she dreamt about a man coming to her front door and he was wearing all blue. The man was coming to the house to fix or repair something. He wasn’t coming for Lynette specifically but he had a purpose to fulfill. Lynette didn’t realize that this dream was her sign. That this man coming to her front door wearing all blue was the man God had chosen for her.
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Lynette’s alarm clock sounded at 5:30am as it did every day of the week. Being a single parent, she had a tight schedule and not a moment to waste. Usually, she got up every morning at 5:30 so that she could have at least a few minutes to herself. It was her time to pray, meditate, exercise and enjoy a hot cup of coffee. All of this before she had to wake the kids at 6:15 to get them ready for school.
But today was Saturday and she was in no shape to get out of bed this early in the morning. The night of love making had taken its toll on her. After all, it had been awhile and never had it been like last night. Although certain body parts were still wide awake and feeling good, the rest of Lynette’s body was exhausted. She was used to getting her eight hours of sleep but last night or rather this morning she had only gotten about three hours of sleep and was truly feeling it. Initially, when she first woke up, she didn’t know why her body felt so tired but as soon as she rolled over and smelled the cologne on the pillow it all started coming back to her. She grabbed the pillow where Neal had slept and squeezed it tight, inhaling all of the sweet aromas of last night. She lay there for a moment holding and inhaling and trying to feel Neal lying next to her. She closed her eyes and tried to recall all of the details of last night. It felt good and she wanted to stay under the covers and feel this way all day. As soon as she closed her eyes she began to drift off to sleep. She was suddenly startled awake by what could only be her common sense. She remembered that she was going to call Neal and break things off. Now was just not the time in her life to get into a relationship of any kind and one with Neal would be particularly difficult because of his “situation”. Lynette rolled over, looked at the clock and saw that it was only 5:45 am; too early to call anyone especially on a Saturday morning. She lay there trying to think about what her conversation with Neal would be like. What was she going to say to him and how was she going to say it? Should she call him or should she meet him and break it off in person?
The thought of it all, coupled with only a few hours of sleep was too much for Lynette to handle and she drifted off to sleep.
At 11:15am Lynette woke up to this strange gurgling sound. It sounded like snoring. She knew that Neal wasn’t there and the kids were still at their aunt and uncle’s house. She laid there on my pillow trying to listen to figure out what the sound was and where it was coming from and then realized that what woke her was the sound of her own snoring. She had to laugh, and then she began to pray.
“Lord that must’ve been some good sleep. So good I had to wake myself up. I thank You for it because You know I needed it. A long night of sinning will take it out of you. Lord, please forgive me for my moment of weakness.”
Every morning Lynette woke with prayer. She tried never to get out of bed without thanking God for waking her and that they had all made it through the night. On the wall beside her bed hung the full version of the Serenity Prayer. Lynette loved that prayer, it was her favorite. What she loved the most was both the simplicity and complicatedness of the words. Her favorite verse was the first verse, God grant me the serenity to accept the things that I cannot change the power to change the things that I can and the wisdom to know the difference. She especially liked the part about the wisdom to know the difference. For years during her marriage to Jason, she thought that the strength of her love for him would cure him of his addiction. When that didn’t work, she thought that Jason becoming a father would fix him. Still, when that didn’t work, she thought that maybe the death of Jason’s mother would be the thing that shocked him into sobriety. It would be years before she would learn to accept that overcoming addiction didn’t work that way. A person had to first acknowledge that they have a problem and they have to want to help themselves. It’s not enough for you to want if for them. It took Lynette years to realize that she could not heal Jason. It is why having the wisdom to know the difference was something that she often prayed for.
After finishing her morning prayer, she crawled out of bed and went into the kids’ room as she did every morning. For a quick second she had forgotten that they were spending the weekend at their aunt and uncle’s house. Breathing a sigh of relief, she caught a glance at the Mickey Mouse clock on the wall and was shocked to see it was it was almost 12 noon. She knew that her sister Marla must have called at least a few times. After the death of their sister Alicia, Marla and Lynette became even closer. They found security in each others’ company and were always there for each other. Lynette went back to her bedroom to check the phone and could see the message light blinking on the cordless phone. She checked the caller ID and saw that she had missed two calls from Marla, a call from Neal and a call from her grandmother. ”Lord, they probably think I’m in here dead. Let me call them back before they start heading over here.” Lynette didn’t bother checking the messages; instead she just started returning calls. She called Marla first.
“Girl, where have you been? I called your house and your cell and you didn’t pick up. We were just about to head over there to see what was going on. Where have you been?” Marla snapped.
Not wanting to reveal what happened last night, Lynette replied, “Girl, I couldn’t sleep. The house was just too quiet with the kids being gone. I didn’t fall asleep until almost three this morning and slept till after 11. Woke myself up I was snoring so hard.”
“You always did snore like a fat man.” Marla replied.
Lynette hated lying to her sister but she was not ready to discuss what happened with Neal last night and since she wasn’t going to be seeing him again anyway, there would be no need to tell her. No one would ever have to know. It would be her very own, dirty little secret.
Lynette and Marla gabbed on the phone for about an hour. Marla was telling her all about their plans for the weekend. Mark had taken the kids over to his aunt’s’ house for a visit and later Marla was going to take Camille to a little dress shop in Glendale that made custom dresses for little girls while Mark would take Cameron to the park. Lynette told Marla her plans to treat herself to a day of pampering. First going to the spa and salon and then finishing up with a little shopping. “You deserve it Lil’ Sis. Don’t you buy anything for the kids this weekend!!! It’s all about you. I got them covered this weekend. Anyway, by the time Mark gets through shopping for them they won’t need anything until college.” Marla laughed.
“I know that’s right. Anyway, girl, let me let you go so I don’t miss my appointment. You know how Sherri is when you’re late. Make you wait as some sort of punishment. She is a trip.”
“Girl, are you still letting that fool do your hair? Good luck and goodbye.”
They were still laughing as they hung up the phone. Lynette headed to her closet to pick out some jeans and a top when the phone on the vanity table rang. It was Neal.
Reluctant to pick up the phone, she hesitated.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Lynette, its Neal, how are you this morning?”
“I know who this is. I’m fine.”
“What’s wrong, are you ok?”
“I’m fine Neal; I just overslept that’s all.”
“Yeah, me too. It was a long and beautiful night. I miss you Lady.”
The sound of Neal’s sweet words and even sweeter voice started to take Lynette back to last night. It was such a beautiful night; something that Lynette had never really experienced before. She began to remember how Neal had held and kissed her so softly over her entire body. The thought of it made Lynette tingle.
“Listen, can I see you tonight, I…”
Lynette interrupted, “Neal we have to talk. “I don’t know if I can do this, if we should be doing this. This just doesn’t feel right somehow.”
“Lynette, listen, let’s get together tonight so we can talk. Nothing will happen we can just talk. I promise.” Neal said.
“I don’t know Neal. Why don’t we give it a few days?”
“Lady, I can’t wait that long. Let’s just try and resolve this tonight, OK.”
“No, Neal. If I see you, I know I…, we might…”
“I feel the same way baby, but I know you are having some doubts and I want us to address them. My feelings for you are real and I don’t want to hurt you in anyway. If I could just see you and we sit down and talk, then I know we can work through this. OK, Lady?”
“Ok Neal, what time?”
“How about eight?”
“That’s fine, see you then.”
Truth be told, Lynette was excited about seeing Neal tonight but was afraid that her heart would take control of her head and they would wind up in bed together. She had feelings for this man and wanted to express them. The lovemaking the night before had been wonderful and as a woman she wanted Neal as much as he wanted her but she knew this was wrong. Neal was in some sort of a relationship and the ink on Lynette’s divorce was barely dry. She needed time to heal. At least that’s what everyone kept telling her. The truth is she was over Jason long before they had divorced. They had been separated for a long time and Lynette used that time to pray for the strength and wisdom to move on. It was during that time that she began to have the dreams about the man in blue coming to her front door. Was Neal that man? Had God sent Neal to Lynette? As she showered and dressed for the day, Lynette could not stop thinking about what God had in store for her and if Neal was the man in blue from her dreams.