Deirdre Savoy Midnight Magic (Arabesque)

ISBN 13: 9781583142448

Midnight Magic (Arabesque)

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Interior designer Elise Taylor and her husband Garrett, a pediatrician, a couple who had once shared everything with each other, journey to a secluded Caribbean island where they reveal their secrets to each other in hopes of reigniting passion and love. Original.

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About the Author:

Native New Yorker Deirdre Savoy spent her summers on the shores of Martha’s Vineyard, soaking up the sun and scribbling in one of her many notebooks.

It was there that she first started writing romance as a teenager. The island proved to be the perfect setting for her first novel, Spellbound, published by BET/Arabesque Books in 1999. Spellbound received rave reviews and earned her the distinction of the first Rising Star author of Romance in Color and was voted their Best New Author of 1999. Deirdre’s second book, Always, was published by BET/Arabesque in October 2000, Always was a February 2001 Selection for the Black Expressions Book Club. Once and Again, the sequel to Always, was published in May 2001, and a third book in the series, Midnight Magic is a holiday 2001 release. Deirdre also won the first annual Emma award for Favorite New Author, presented at the 2001 Romance Slam Jam in Orlando, Florida.

Deirdre is a member of The Black Writer’s Alliance and African American Authors Helping Authors (AA-AHA). She lectures on such topics as Marketing Your Masterpiece, Getting Your Writing Career Started, and other topics related to the craft of writing. Deirdre is the founder of the Writer's Co-op, the writer's group sponsored by the Barnes and Noble near her home. Deirdre lives in Bronx, New York with her husband of 10-plus years and their two children.

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Later, when Elise didn’t return to the table, Garrett went to look for her. He found her upstairs in the room she’d once shared with her sister Daphne. She stood by the window, facing away from him, looking out at the night sky. She clutched an ancient pink teddy bear in her arms.

“Baby, what are you doing in here?” he asked.

She whirled around to face him, obviously surprised. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

Garrett stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. No matter what might be going on between them, Elise placed her children’s welfare above anything else.

“I suppose you’ve come to plead Alyssa’s case.”

She didn’t add the words, “as usual,” but from her tone she might as well. “Come on, Elise, she wants to go to a concert, not a brothel. What’s the big deal?”

“Don’t be naive, Garrett. How do you think all those kids up in the nosebleed section entertain themselves? Even I know they’re doing drugs and drinking alcohol, and there’s not a soul up there to monitor them.”

“But these are front row tickets, right there on the floor. And they have back stage passes for after the show.”

“Way to convince me to let her go. Like I want her meeting those people.”

Elise sighed and turned away from him. For a long time, she said nothing, her head downcast. “Honestly, I don’t care about the concert. As long as we know who she’s going with and she takes a cab home, I don’t have a problem with it. But the manipulation I do mind. I get enough head games from the people I work with. I don’t need any more from my family.”

Garrett went to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Is that really what’s bothering you?”

“She didn’t trust us--trust me--to be fair.”

Garrett huffed out a heavy breath. Elise blamed herself for Alyssa’s attempt at deception, but in truth, they were both to blame. When it came to the children, he was completely indulgent, giving them whatever they asked for. He saw them so infrequently that guilt motivated him to give them things since he couldn’t give them time. If it weren’t for Elise reigning him in, the children would be spoiled rotten and uncontrollable. He did her a disservice by always making her the bad guy who ruined everyone’s fun. But he also knew she misread the situation.

“Sweetheart, she’s sixteen. And she has far less freedom than most girls her age. I’m not complaining about how you handle things with her. But the truth is, we say no a lot more often than we say yes. And she really wants to go.”

“As I said, I don’t mind if she goes.”

He squeezed Elise’s waist. “So that leaves us with the question of what to do about this dream vacation of hers.”

“Like either of us could just pick up and go on vacation. You have your patients and I’ve got Judith McDonald and Vic Stamos to worry about.”

When was the last time the two of them had done something spontaneous, unplanned? “Why can’t we? I’ve got a light week coming up. It wouldn’t take much trouble to cancel a few appointments. Robert and Matt Peterson could handle any emergencies that come up.”

She narrowed her eyes and scrutinized his face. “You’re not serious.”

The incredulousness in her voice solidified his desire to go. “Do you have anything pressing you can’t get out of?”

Elise shrugged. “I guess not. Most people are too busy celebrating to worry about decorating.”

“Then why not?”

“Because it would be crazy, that’s why.” She tilted her head to one side. “You’re not really considering this, are you?”

“Let me see: me, my beautiful wife, alone in a tropical paradise. What a nightmare!”

She smacked his shoulder with the flat of her hand. “You bum.”

He caught her hand and brought it to his lips and kissed her palm. “We haven’t had a vacation alone since Andrew was born.”

“We’ve both been two busy.”

He shook his head. Neither of them had taken the time to plan one. “It’s free. That should appeal to your sense of frugality.”

“Flattery isn’t going to get you anywhere.”

He slipped his hand under the hemline of her sweater and cupped her breast. He pushed aside the lace decoration of her bra and brushed his thumb across her nipple. He felt a surge of satisfaction when her breathing hitched and her delicate throat arched.

“Stop it, Garrett,” she protested, her voice breathy. “I can’t think when you do that.”

Good. If he gave her too much time to think about it, she’d say no. She was right, it was madness to pick up and go. But it was equally mad to say, to feel the life slowly draining out of their marriage and do nothing.

“Come with me, Elise.”

She sighed, lowering her chin to her chest. He held his breath waiting for her answer. When she lifted her head, a hint of a smile turned up her lips.

“All right, Garrett. Let’s go.”

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