could she not have just told me her answer? As different scenarios ran through of what possibly she could want to say to me.
Breaking my train of thought. “Just open it,” her angelic voice said.
The letter fell out into my shaking, trembling fingers and my stomach churned. I hadn’t been this nervous planning the whole event myself, but this one piece of paper is the most unnerving thing ever.
I gaze down and realise it’s now or never
A touch of affection
A touch of truth
A real love worth pursuing
The real one is you
Now after seven days
Unknown certainties
I’m ready to risk
My heart for you
So yes, Adam, you proved a point
Love certainly exists
You never know when love will find you
Cupid’s arrow didn’t go amiss.
Tears well in my eyes as I notice the same expression reflecting back in hers, as I shove the chair back and kneel beside her taking her in my arms, finally allowing the emotions to take hold with a sweet kiss of the lips. “Happy Valentine’s, my Violet.”
I notice a figure peek their head behind the curtain, I mouth “thanks cupid” as she grins, without her help would we have made it to this day as she carries on as any other day opening the shop to the customers for the day of love ahead.
The End
C.N. Marie was born in Blackpool, Lancashire but has spent her adult life in her city of Sheffield, South Yorkshire. Married with three children she has focused her previous years on looking after her children’s wellbeing. A qualified nursery nurse has led to a career progression of late, with her now currently studying at the Open University a BA in Primary Education Studies.
Time management is a huge part of her life alongside her love for romance reading, the natural step next of becoming a blogger meant she could give back to the author community raising awareness of the wide range of availability in the indie romance sector.
When the voices wouldn’t leave her mind, she finally put pen to paper deciding to attempt to enter the world of writing, with guidance and support, the aim to publish became a reality. Writing in various genres you never know what you may expect from C.N. Marie.
Other favourite hobbies include crafting and baking, as well as listening to a wide range of music from various eras. You never know what mood may take her, from 80s rock chick to 90s pop the sound will be blasting out the house.
She believes that close friendships are important and without that network of support, struggles will be apparent. Just to be wise with the choices you make.
Devil’s Valentine
A Devil’s Riot MC Novella
E.C. Land
To all my readers who fell in love with this couple.
Acknowledgments
My Husband and Kiddos – To my husband who has always been the one to support our family. If he didn’t encourage me to follow my dreams and give it a chance, I wouldn’t be where I am now. He’s put up with my ramblings and throwing ideas around no matter how annoying I can be about it. Also have to be thankful for him being there to send me inspirational music when I need it most. My kiddos, who find what I do, as they put it, cool and want to know how many words I was able to get in each day. They also like to try and help me come up with plot ideas. Some are just as wicked as my own. I also enjoy the fact they come to me when they need help with finding things wrong in their own work wanting to understand better in how things are supposed to be done.
My Brothers – No matter how much we go through, they’re always there for me. One may not be here in body but is always around in spirit. My oldest brother for being proud of me and not having a problem saying it.
My Betas – You guys rock! Thank you all for being the first to read the stories as they come alive. It means the world to me. Especially when you all start to get mad. That’s when I know I’m doing something right. And in doing so pushing me to keep going with all the different plots that form in my head. I’m thankful to you all for being ready and willing to read and give your input.
My Knox Publishing People – If it wasn’t for you all being helpful and encouraging when I need it, I don’t know what I’d do