Sooo... I'm currently working on a novella about Jacob Temple, the murder victim in Circle of Trust. A tragic love story/thriller from a man's point of view. I was almost in tears writing about him today. After this, I will be working on a novella about Noah Donovan, the murder victim in Circle of Betrayal. A number of readers expressed interest in hearing more from Noah's perspective, so I'm excited to write more about him, too. These are two very different male characters, with two very different internal worlds. As a woman, it has been particularly interesting to write from a man's perspective. I will share more soon.
Here is an excerpt from Jacob's story:
Jacob wasn’t a big drinker, but he ordered another beer, tried to drown out the reiteration of his father’s words which kept swarming around in his mind. It felt like an old vinyl record skipping. His thoughts were stuck on those two sentences: “We are all disappointed in you, son. Real disappointed.” The word disappointment stung him. The pain lingered the same way it feels after stubbing a toe.
The bartender, a perfectly muscled, twenty-something guy, a model-type, brought him his beer. “Can I have a water, too.”
The bartender nodded, filled a glass and placed it in front of Jacob. “Wanna run a tab?”
“Nah. I’m good.” Jacob took a long swig of his beer.
Jacob turned his bar stool around and watched the people partying all around him. People always looked so free to him. So often he felt like an outsider looking in on life, an observer rather than an engager. He enjoyed hanging out. He loved playing basketball, and got along with the guys. Socializing always looked so easy for everyone else, though. Jacob always felt like he had to try and fit in. It didn’t come naturally or effortlessly. And a lot of the time Jacob felt really lonely. He would be in a crowd of people mingling, everyone jovial, talking, laughing, drinking, and feel totally alone. Surrounded by friends, completely alone.
He tried to explain the way he felt to Sweet Amelia a bunch of times. But she would say, “Oh, come on sweetie. Everyone loves you. There’s no need to feel lonely. Besides, you’ll always have me.” She would flash him her dazzling smile. She had the whitest teeth, big white, perfectly squared teeth, like peppermint Chiclets. So sweet, and yet, utterly clueless. Sometimes Jacob really envied her simplicity.
He needed to take a piss, and bad. He downed the rest of his beer, left two bucks on the bar and began to navigate his way through the crowd of people. Being tall, 6’ 2’’ to be exact, always came in handy when trying to steer through crowed bars.
Until that night when…
He knocked right into someone. A woman. She bounced back; reflectively, he grabbed her shoulder so she didn’t trip backward. He looked down. She looked up. God, she’s gorgeous, he thought. She had these angled eyes, turned up at the corners, almost like a cat. He smiled down at her. She was petite, a tiny bit of a woman. A full head smaller than Jacob and thin.
Her name: Jane Light