Letters is not your typical romance story. In fact, it is as far from typical as it can be, but it is one that I have truly enjoyed writing. I hope you will enjoy it as well.
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Excerpt
“Seriously, guys, do we
really have to do this?”
“Yeah, Mama!” both boys answer in unison, their faces mirror
images of each other. Most people have a hard time telling them
apart, but I have always known which of my sons is which. And in
twenty-five years that still hasn't changed. Well over six feet, both
boys tower over me, making me feel short even at five-feet-eight.
“But why? I've been fine and I see no reason to date. Besides, it's
too much work trying to impress and wondering if this guy or that one
likes me. I've been away from the game for far too long.”
“And that is precisely our point,” Keenan says, his brown eyes
chastising and loving at the same time.
Kyle puts an arm around my shoulders. “Mama, Daddy's been gone for
over two years now and we know you get lonely. You were lonely even
before he died because the marriage was so bad. You didn't think we
knew, but we did. And we know you only stayed with him because of
us.” When I open my mouth to protest, he puts up a hand and I
remain quiet, forcing myself to hear him out. “Daddy didn't deserve
you, Mama, and I'm pretty sure he realized that in the end because we
could see the love and regret in his eyes when he looked at you
before taking his last breath.”
“You saw that, huh?” My voice cracks a little, but I manage to
smile.
“We did,” Keenan affirms.
“Is that why you two stay so close?”
Keenan smirks. “Right. We stay so close because Jen and Ellen would
kill us if we tried to move them away from the beach. That's why we
jumped on our houses when they went up for sale. Being down the beach
from you a mile in either direction is perfect. Plus the grand-babies
get to see you whenever they want. It's a sweet set-up.”
I smile. “For me, too.”
“Back to the subject at hand,” Kyle continues. “Mama, you are
still too young and beautiful to remain alone. And some lucky guy out
there will consider himself fortunate to have you. Well, not have
you, at least, not until after marriage, but . . . well, you get what
I'm saying.”
Keenan and I both snort before breaking into laughter, which Kyle
quickly joins in.
“Okay, okay, you win. I'll give it a shot. Happy now?”
“Totally,” Keenan says, hugging me. “We're just watching out
for you, Mama.”
“I know,” I reply, smiling ruefully. “So, what now?”
“We've got your back,” Kyle says. “Just let us take care of it.
Keenan, let me have the list?”
“The list? What . . .”
Keenan pulls some folded papers from his pocket, handing them to his
brother. “We've put together a list of a few names along with
pertinent info on each.”
“Pertinent info?” I question.
“Yeah,” Kyle chimes in. “You know, addresses, phone, drivers
license and social security numbers. Place of employment, stats,
place of birth, blood work results, pain tolerance level. You know,
the important stuff.”
The belly laugh that escapes me is so loud and hard, I have to sit
down because my sides ache. “You guys are quite thorough, aren't
you?”
“Hell yeah!” they both say and my laughter is renewed. “You're
our mama,” Keenan continues. “And none of these guys will get
near you without signing documents saying they will accept the
consequences for anything that goes wrong. And if they try to run,
you know they won't make it far. Kyle's crossbow aim is spot-on and
my rifle has seen some serious action at the gun range. Plus, I just
got a new scope with a laser. So no matter what, you're covered.”
The tears that now mist my eyes are no longer from laughter, but from
the gratitude I feel for the privilege of being the mother of these
fine men. The sweet wives who won their love are indeed blessed. I
cup Keenan's cheek, and then Kyle's.
“I love you both for taking care of me.”
“We love you, too,” they say, embracing me.
“Now,” Keenan says, waving the papers, “the list.”
Grinning, I rub my hands together. “Okay, bring them on.”
"This is a great story where again love knows no boundaries. Jewel Adams writes about Lyla who falls in love with a man 12 years younger than her. I don't want to give away the story, so read it & find out who this man is that she gave her heart to so easily!"
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"This is a great story where again love knows no boundaries. Jewel Adams writes about Lyla who falls in love with a man 12 years younger than her. I don't want to give away the story, so read it & find out who this man is that she gave her heart to so easily!"
Laura, a fan