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Today I'm offering snippets from my newest release The Ivory Road: Outback Dreams, an action/adventure sci-fi/fantasy with romantic elements, and Book 2 in the The Ivory Road serial. Taggart accompanied Iliana back to the house where they're staying while filming and he's trying to understand how she got her injury as well as why she's really crying. Taggart is the first to speak.
“Is there anything else I can get you while I’m here?”
A dimensional rift straight back to Torhaine?
“Yeah, maybe my tablet. I should probably check the social media to see what lies people are telling about me.” She gave him a half-grin to go with her half-truth.
He snorted as he retrieved the tablet from the desk. “I’m sure they’ll say something like Weatherby wants to believe. ‘Taggart Crowe injures costar Ivory on set.’ Hashtag OMG.”
She laughed, but it ended in a hiss as she jarred her arm. Pain spiked and tears started in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks before she could stop them. Her initial reaction was to turn her head and hide them from Taggart. There’d been many times she’d had to hide her tears for fear the men would treat her like a fragile doll. But Taggart said he wanted friendship and that included dealing with tears of pain.
“Hey, Ivory, what's going on?” Taggart knelt in front of her, brushing some hair out of her face with a gentle hand. “Is it the arm?”
“Yeah, and the grief, and the stress of a new movie.” She cleared her throat to get rid of the lump. “I’m sure I’ll be fine in a little while. Sometimes everything just hits me all at once and I can’t keep it inside anymore.”
“Still mourning your friend?”
Iliana nodded, rubbing her arm below the wound. “Yes.” Just not that friend. “Two friends, actually. One died, which is why I was out in the desert going for a hike. The other I lost, literally, and I have no idea how to get him back.”
“Can’t you just send him an email or a text?” Taggart sat on the floor at her feet and Iliana mentally chuckled. What the paparazzi would give to see this.
“No. He’s the original Luddite. He doesn’t have a phone or email or social media. There’s no way for me to tell him I’m sorry.”
“What about a letter? I know it’s old school in this day and age, but he’ll get that, right?”
She blinked and more tears slid down her cheeks. “I don’t know. He’s really off the grid. I don’t even know if he has a post box.”
“Aw, hell, Ivory, I’m sorry. That’s just bollocks.”
She nodded as she held her arm. If the arm injury existed in her world, it meant Brandon, Aristotle, Ahmad and the Knalish had been real, and she’d really traveled between dimensions. Weird as it was, she couldn’t deny her experiences, or her feelings toward a man with whom she’d only spent eight days. She missed him and she wanted more time with him. Yeah, like that’s gonna happen.
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