on april 14, 2015
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My name is Maya, and I'm not the same girl I was a month ago.
There is an emptiness I carry around in my chest now. A broken heart caused by grief.
There are also dark nights where I have trouble breathing as I feel the heavy weight of loss rushing through my veins, painful moments where I can remember my entire being scream in agony as I held onto my father's cold, lifeless hand.
Then there is always a hero to every story, isn't there? A hero who I despised from the moment he opened his mouth.
His name is Alexander. He is my inevitable I never expected to find. The one my broken heart leads me to. His existence, his touch, everything he did to make my pain bearable will leave a mark on me forever.
Yet, I know that when I'm gone, he'll only remember me as a fading memory.
A knock on my door startled me out of my thoughts, and I hesitated.
Hearing another insistent knock just a few seconds later, I made sure my towel was secure around my body and went to answer the door.
As I peeked out from the small opening, I saw Alexander standing just a few inches away from me. Our eyes met, and my pulse quickened. As I was still dripping wet, the cold air coming from the hallway caused me to shiver. His eyes broke away from mine, taking in my body from head to toe.
I tried to cover my half-naked body behind the door, but it was pointless.
“What do you want?” I asked, annoyed that he was doing the silent thing and just staring.
I heard the elevators ping open down the hallway, and his attention shifted from me for a second.
Being done with the scrutinizing look he was giving me, I started to close the door on his face, but his hand stopped me from pushing it all the way. With his next forward move, I had to let go of the door and take a step back as he strode into my room.
“What the hell—”
His hand shot out, and he gently grabbed me at the back of my neck and pulled my body toward him as his lips made contact with mine. He took another step into me, and I found my body plastered to his. Putting both of my hands on his chest, I tried to push him off, but he urged my lips apart with his, and his tongue sneaked into my mouth, forcing me to respond to his kiss. Because when he looked like he did, how could you not?
As my body slackened against him, his sudden kiss turned into something different, something more and unexpected. It was hard, yet still gentle and slow—something I wouldn’t expect from a jerk like him. He looked more like someone who would take what he wanted the way he wanted it. Not like that would have been a hardship, but still.
He splayed his warm hand at the small of my back and slowly pulled my lower body into his. I grabbed the lapels of his suit, pulling him down to me, leaning into the kiss as I melted around his body.
“What was that?” he whispered against my wet lips.
“What?” I muttered, dazed.
Before I could realize what I had done with whom, he groaned and gently pushed me back against the open door, his hand still protecting the back of my head. Caressing my lips with his tongue, he claimed my mouth in another drawn-out kiss.
A mind-numbing kiss.
A kiss that made me lose my judgment.
A throat cleared behind him, next to him, somewhere—and the moment was lost.
~Guest Post from Author Ella Maise~
My Playlist For Certain Scenes in Lost Prelude
There is one song in Lost Prelude that plays a heavy role in the book, which I will mention just in a sec, but there are also other songs I listened to as I was writing it. And somehow the music just fits into the story. Even if the words don’t exactly match with it, the feeling I get is simply perfect for certain scenes. And I wanted to shared them with you so if you decide to give Lost Prelude a chance, maybe you’ll add to the experience with these songs.
* Maurice Ravel – Pavane pour une infante défunte (Piano Solo)
This piece is seriously breathtaking, and it plays a huge role in the story. While I can’t pinpoint a specific scene for this one, I do mention it in the story. At least whenever Maya is listening to it. All I can say is, it is a special one for her father. If you’ve never listened to it, you are missing out.
* Until The Ribbon Breaks – One Way Or Another
I LOVE this song. I loved it before I even wrote Lost Prelude, and I definitely LOVE how it is the perfect song for the end scene. I’m sure if you read it, you’ll agree with me. It’s an awesome cover for the classic One Way Or Another. Everytime I listen to it I get goosebumps.
* Snowhill – Be My Baby
Did you hear this version? I know I keep saying the same thing over and over, but this one is beautiful too. And this one works great for the scene where Maya is with Alexander in his penthouse. And it’s from Alexander to Maya … I adore every word in this song.
* Sam Smith – Not in That Way
Okay, I have to admit that this one isn’t specifically for a scene, but it is an awesome song. And it kind of gives you an insight of how Maya is feeling.
as an amateur storyteller myself, i know how very precious and scary it can be to put your words out for the masses to read. these characters and their lives have become such a vital part of your everyday that you worry about the hands that will now help shape their future. in some ways, it is offering a bit of yourself up for scrutiny and it is therefore tantamount to help support author’s just beginning their careers.
i was lucky enough to get a change to read ella maise’s first novel, lost prelude. i was hopeful that this story and its author would connect with my heart; and while it was a bit of bumpy start it did not take long for maya to have tears streaming down my face. this is a story of loss and love so profound that you are never sure you will find a way to pick up the pieces. i lived part of maya’s story so vividly that i was easily back to being that lost and broken 16-year old.
this is not light summer romance but one of depth and complexity that come with living and scars. i was immersed in the give and take of alexander and maya and i can hardly wait to see what the next portion of their journey entails. my only complaint, as it were, was bits of eluded background that were never addressed. i wanted to know more about alex’s sleazy brother and what occurred in his past relationship that seemed to make him incapable of trusting or moving on. i really hope that when we visit these characters again these questions will be more fully answered.
i think ella maise is going to have a long career as she writes stories that eviscerate the very essence of your heart. if such complex characters are her introduction, i am eager to see how each new story will grow and strengthen her voice as a storyteller.
as always, these are my own personal opinions and preferences as a reader.