Once upon a time, Rumor Davis was a sweet girl. You know the kind, sugar and spice and everything nice? That was Rumor. Until the day she met Brody Holmes….
One unhappily ever after later, and Rumor is living in Sin City with a music career at death’s door and all that was sweet and nice thrown out the window. Rumor spends her days delivering singing telegrams and spends her nights enjoying all the party city has to offer, usually in the company of her roommate and best friend, Shaun Penny.
Once upon a time Brody Holmes was a bad, bad boy, collecting the hearts of girls left and right. When he encountered the rarest edition of all, she slipped straight through his fingers.
One near happily ever after later, Brody is standing at the altar with his bride, about to cash out his collection of hearts in exchange for just one, when a familiar voice begins to sing from somewhere in the crowd….
As much as I’d tried to push the words from my mind since I’d heard them, Shaun’s voice was still ringing loudly in my ear. “Do you love me, Rumor?”
She looked hurt that I’d even ask her that, but I had to. “Of course. I fell in love with you when I was eighteen, Brody.”
“I know that,” I rubbed my hands on my knees to wipe away the sweat. “But are you in love with me now?”
She nodded, but it was automatic and prompted by her stubbornness, and I knew that.
“Then why won’t you say it? I’ve said it to you. I’ve told you I love you. Several times. You haven’t said it back to me once.”
The tears were welling up in her eyes, but I couldn’t do anything to stop them. I needed her to tell me the truth. Even if it hurt us both.
“I don’t know why I haven’t said it, Brody. They’re just not words I use. Doesn’t mean I don’t feel them.”
But that wasn’t enough for me. “Just say it now. Say, I love you, Brody. And I’ll believe you. I’ll believe in us. I’ll believe that we can make it even if we’re on opposite ends of the country, with me working my quiet accounting job and you out there pursuing fame and fortune as a rock and roll goddess. But I need to hear it, Rumor. Please.”
Her hands came up to wipe her eyes and she sniffed loudly. She lifted her gaze from her lap and met mine. Then her mouth opened and I could tell she was struggling to get the words out. When she finally did, they weren’t what I’d expected.
A gypsy at heart, I write the way I live, following the story wherever it may lead, always ready to start the next one. This is clearly reflected in my body of work which to date includes everything from Children’s Lit to Thrillers.