As a Multiple Sclerosis patient, it has become necessary for me to reinvent myself. I have ... and continue to ... refuse to lie down and die, or in this case, follow the normally prescribed drugs and treatments that do nothing to defeat my disease. I am not only surviving by pursuing alternatives, I am thriving. I do the things specialists told me I would never be able to do. I walk and hope to one day even run regularly. I retain my cognitive and creative abilities for the pleasure of my readers. Although you may never see me on my daily walk, you are welcome to read my novel(s) and in doing so, come to ask yourself, "How can the 'out of the box' protocol she has followed, help my loved one with an autoimmune disease like Multiple Sclerosis?"

He Loves Me . . . He Loves Me Not . . .

So it's taken me a little longer than I thought it would to pull all the petals off the daisy (yeah, two whole weeks.)

But, since this past weekend I shared the first scene of His Precious Treasure I decided that you might want me to share the why in the title.

A brief overview of our story:

When a surgeon’s mistake leaves Kimmy Langley in a wheelchair, she must demonstrate her assertive nature in spite of her disability.

Trevor Palmer comes to town determined to find his grandfather’s hidden mine. His world literally caves in on him when his mine collapses, leaving him in a wheelchair of his own. If Kimmy is to follow her life-long dream of training horses and riders, she must move hundreds of miles away. Sure that her feelings for Trevor are misplaced, she leaves him to cope with adjusting to his life without her. Young and free spirited, Kimmy falls in love with another. Soon fate turns the tables, threatening her life and her chance at true love. Only Trevor cares enough to save her life, if he can.

(You might choose to read the first scene in the previous post on July 29, 2011.)

At the time we join the story in the following snippet, Kimmy is HIS (Trevor's) house guest. (I know--How did that happen?) Let's see what's happening . . .

“You’re kidding!”

“No, I’m not kidding. But it’s getting late and it’ll get cold in here, too. Since you seem to want the bed, get. Or I might change my mind and make you sleep in the truck!”

“Will you tuck me in?” Kim begged.

“Go brush your teeth and I’ll come tuck you in on my way back to this overly comfortable chair.”

Trevor waited five minutes before hobbling into the bathroom to brush his teeth. It wouldn’t do to have bad breath when he tucked her in. He took longer than usual, planning his strategy.

He wore his usual manner as he entered the room, not wanting to give her the slightest clue to his plans. He sat on the edge of the bed without a word, securely tucking her in on both sides. A hint of mischief curled the corners of his lips seconds before he commenced his tickle attack.

Kim writhed out of control unable to get very far in her cocoon. “Oh, you skunk! This isn’t fair! I asked you to tuck me in not torture me.”

“Torture? That isn’t torture, this is.” He leaned over her kissing her deeply. As Kim came up for air, he made another pass. His hands went under her, searching . . . Unable to get under the blankets without paying close attention to his hands, Trevor stopped and scooted to the foot of the bed. He sat still, taking several deep breaths to regain his self-control. “Now, stopping is the torture. Goodnight my Princess.”

Unlike the previous night, he locked the door and pulled it closed behind him. His precious treasure would remain safe from the nearest danger on this night. He steeled his nerves, returning to the bathroom for a cold shower.

Hooked yet? Let me know what you think . . .
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