Passion's Sweet Surrender by Ronica Black

Author:Ronica Black [Black, Ronica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781635557046
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2020-08-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-six

The bright, white glow of the computer screen blurred, along with the dozens of typed black letters. Cam sat back in her chair and rubbed her tired eyes. She glanced at the clock in her cozy den, noted it was after midnight, and yawned.

She’d been writing for six hours straight and if it wasn’t for her eyes, which were now burning, she would’ve put on a pot of coffee and continued. But she’d been at it for three days, working for extended periods, completely engrossed in her newly created world, until either the dogs yipped at her for a bathroom break, or her own body protested for one. She was tired, bordering on exhausted, but man, did it feel good to be back in the zone.

She rolled away from her desk, leaned forward, and jostled the dogs’ jowls affectionately when they came to her with wagging tails. Then she stood for a long, bone-popping stretch.

“What do you say we call it a night, guys?” They ran to the door in agreement.

“Go on,” she said as they stepped outside. The dogs hurried down to the sand, eager for the freedom to explore and run around. She watched them from the edge of the patio, hands resting on the waist-high wall. The moon was luminous and its reflection rippled in tiny lights along the surface of the inky ocean and lit up the milky white sand for miles. Cam inhaled, thankful for the moment, thankful for the return of her imagination and the drive to put it to paper. She almost felt like her old self, the writer who worked long hours when the mood struck and constantly thought about the story when it didn’t.

She almost felt like she had before the accident.

Like her long empty glass was filling from the bottom up with water she’d been dying for, water she was so incredibly grateful to have. But as needed and as wonderful as it was, the water came to a stop, filling less than halfway, only providing enough to wet her parched mouth and give her throat and body a tease of what was really needed to quench her thirst.

Nevertheless, that small amount of water had reawakened her and moved her to action, to sit at her desk and begin. And the more she worked, the more she began to relax, reassured that her creativity seemed to be here to stay.

She no longer worried about losing it to that dark abyss that loomed in the back corner of her mind.

She closed her eyes against the breeze and listened to the gentle crashing of the waves. Her glass was finally refilling and she was relieved. She knew though, why it was only filling to a certain point. Lexi was gone and she was never coming back. She’d been the main reason why her glass had been so full. Without her, there was a void, an emptiness that she doubted would ever be filled. The return to her writing and the truce

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