“… trails his fingers down the back of my neck, grabbing the ties of my halter and yanking them loose. He releases my hand and begins to peel away the wet fabric from my body, sliding his mouth across my cheek and biting my ear as he shoves my dress down, down. I hear a rip as the sodden material stretches over my hips, past my thighs, and then…”
Yeah. There are some steamy parts in Fluttering. Not a lot.
Some people might like this. Some may not.
I’m prepared for the blasts.
Even though this book is considered a romance, the intimacy between the two main characters isn’t really what it’s all about.
Fluttering is about working through your problems, not wallowing in them. It’s about being so strong that you allow yourself time to be weak. It’s about living with loss, the numbness that straddles depression, and taking the first steps toward the light.
It’s not a perfect book. But it’s my first book. It’s a little piece of me that I’d like to share with you. It’s an imperfect story told by an imperfect person who struggles daily with dark thoughts pierced every now and then with tiny flickers of hope.
Hope that, someday, those flickers turn to fireworks.