Chris
Everhart attends his best friend’s weeklong wedding festivities. He meets
handsome, enigmatic, Owen, and in a haze of attraction ignores the strangeness
surrounding Owen. Convinced he’s falling in love, Chris spends every moment he
can with Owen, until on the final day of his best friend’s celebrations he
discovers a heartbreaking and shocking truth. He and Owen can never be
together.
Traumatized,
lonely, Chris can’t settle into another relationship, and then, after two years
of wishing he could feel the way he felt for Owen with another man, fate
intervenes. He meets gorgeous, gentle Matthew.
Spooked,
Chris is about to run from Matthew who reminds him so much of Owen, but Matthew
asks Chris to dance with him.
In
Matthew’s arms, Chris can’t ignore the feeling of belonging that rushes over
him.
Will he
take the risk to love again, or continue to yearn for a ghost?
With delight shining from his clear blue gaze, he approached
Chris. He held out a hand in greeting, while his other arm dropped to his side
and the cushion bounced on his thigh.
“Owen Elmdale. Oh, is it raining? Spring, huh?” He sparkled
at Chris, a smile on his handsome face.
Enchanted, Chris took the offered handshake. “Christopher
Everhart.”
Owen’s smile turned into an amused grin. “Elmdale and
Everhart, sounds like a law firm.”
Chris still held Owen’s hand. He smiled. “Actually, I am—a
lawyer that is.” He gazed into the blue eyes locked with his, and read attraction
there. Warmth rose through him. For a few seconds a feeling of belonging
blanketed him, and then he let go of Owen’s hand, and stood wondering what to
do next.
Owen used the freed hand to hover a fingertip on the daisy
in Chris’s buttonhole. “Lovely, but wet—so is your jacket.” He trailed the
fingertip down Chris’s sleeve.
Chris gave a tiny nod, delight filling him under these
ministrations. “It will shake off.”
Owen stepped away. “I’ll get us a drink.” He dropped the blue
velvet cushion on the couch as he passed.
Chris ran his hands through his hair surprised to find it
wasn’t as wet as he expected.
“I can offer whisky, oh, and there’s vodka, but I have no
ice.”
Chris had been correct. A black tie hung untied around
Owen’s collar. The ends fluttered on the finely pleated front of Owen’s dress
shirt as he faced Chris with this information.
Chris went to him. “Whisky is good.” He watched Owen splash
the liquid into two heavy glasses and longed to touch the beautiful man. His
skin still glowed from their handshake and he closed his fingers over his palm
in an effort to keep the feeling alive.
The stars granted his wish.
Owen turned to him, and in handing Chris the glass of
whisky, their fingers trailed on each other’s.
Owen’s eyes locked with Chris’s in a look of recognition and
communication.
A tingle sped over Chris. His stomach tightened. I have to get to know him
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About
Owen. Notes from E. D. Parr
Owen’s waited for Chris many years … someone who can
see him, see his world—the world his spirit inhabits. Destiny leads Chris to
discover Owen. He’s the one able to free Owen’s spirit and set in motion the
life magic that will lead Chris to Matthew. Who is Matthew really?
The similarities in the character Matthew and Owen are
sprinkled throughout the last half of this love story purposely because Matthew
has an uncanny connection to Owen, in fact for those who believe in soulmates,
Owen might well be Matthew. You decide.
E.D. Parr
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