Moments of Beauty
by J.B. Heller
Publication
date: March 23rd 2017
Genres:
Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
BLURB
Ugly. It’s the only word to
describe my upbringing.
It drove my need to capture every
moment of beauty I could find. A glimpse of a mother’s love. A feather floating
in the breeze. A ray of sunshine emerging on a rainy day.
And then there was her, Eliza
Quinn, she signified everything I didn’t deserve. She showed me more beauty
than I ever thought possible. And I took it all, despite knowing I was going to
leave her, and never come back.
Leaving her five years ago was my
biggest mistake, and my greatest regret. Now I need to make amends. I thought
leaving her was the hardest thing I’d ever have to do, but that was before I
knew I had to win her back.
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ELIZA
It’s him.
Huxley Haynes.
The boy who thinks he’s invisible, but I see him.
I didn’t know anyone else knew about this spot. Well, not exactly,
I know I’m not the first person to ever find it, but I’ve never run into
anybody else here.
The expression on his face is comical. Something between terrified
and busted. I watch him as he watches me, and I wait for him to say something.
But he doesn’t. He just stands there gripping a camera in his hands like it’s a
life raft.
“I won’t bite.” I say, in an attempt to break the ice.
He frowns for a moment then says, “I know.”
“So why haven’t you said anything?” I ask.
His Adams apple bobs as he swallows, “Ah, I’m not sure what you
want me to say?”
I shrug, “I don’t mind. You could say something like, ‘Hi Eliza,
nice running into you.’” I do my best to imitate his deeper voice and he cracks
a small grin.
“Hi Eliza, nice running into you.”
It sounds so much better when he says it. His voice is deep and husky,
it sends a shiver through my body and I grin back. “Hey Hux, what are you doing
here? I haven’t seen you here before.”
He scratches his temple before answering me. “You know who I am?”
he asks.
“Of course I do. What, have I been living under a rock for the
last seventeen years?” I ask incredulous. I’m actually a little offended he
doesn’t think I know who he is. We’ve lived in the same town since we were
born.
The corner of his lips lift slightly at the sass in my tone. “No,
but I’m not exactly your kind of crowd.”
I raise a brow, “Are you trying to offend me?”
He shakes his head, just slightly, “No.”
“So what’s with the line of questions?” I shoot back.
He scratches his temple again, “We don’t, I mean, I’m not,” he
sighs and looks at his feet, “I just didn’t think you knew who I was.”
My hands have moved to my hips now, “Why wouldn’t I? We’ve lived
in the same town and gone to the same schools since forever.” Then I realise
what he means, “Oh, you think I’m one of those conceited bitches who doesn’t
acknowledge people I deem as beneath me. How nice of you to judge me when you
don’t even know me.”
His head shoots up and there’s panic in his grey eyes, “No, I
don’t think that.”
I snort, “Really? Cause that’s the vibe you’re giving off right
now.”
He shifts his backpack around and puts his camera inside the open
pocket then zips it back up. “This is a really strange conversation,” he
supplies.
“You’re the one making it that way. I was being friendly,” I snark
at him. And I don’t know why I’m acting like this. I’m not normally so
defensive. But his short answers and the fact that he clearly thinks I’m one of
those people annoys me. I don’t care if other people think I’m like that, but
not him.
Swinging his pack back over his shoulder he chews the corner of
his bottom lip for a second and nods, “Yeah okay. Sorry. Guess I’m not a great
conversationalist.”
“Do-over?” I suggest, and when he nods I continue, “Hey Hux, fancy
seeing you here.”
He hooks his thumbs into the belt loops of his dirt covered jeans,
“Hi Eliza, nice running into you.”
I can’t help the smile that takes over my face, “So, what are you
doing here? And why are you so dirty?”
Looking down at his jeans he gives me a sheepish grin, “I was
de-rocking a garden bed this afternoon, it’s dirty work.”
I snicker because my mind goes to naughty places when he says
that. And the twinkle in his eyes says he knows exactly what I’m thinking, so I
don’t hold back. “Dirty work for a dirty boy, huh.”
He chuckles, “Something like that.”
Oh my…I’ve never heard him laugh before, it sounds so good. But
that’s when I notice a big blackish-blue bruise on his upper arm, “What’s with
the bruise? Did the rocks object to being de-rocked?”
He glances at his bicep and grimaces, then clears his throat,
“Something like that.”
Right, doesn’t want to talk about the bruise. I change the
subject, “Nice spot huh?” I say looking around at the moss covered boulders and
the crystal clear water around my ankles.
“Yeah, I take pictures here sometimes.”
And I’m shocked he gave me that much of an answer. But before I
have a chance to ask him about it he says he has to go. I can’t deny I’m
disappointed, I’ve wanted to talk to him for ages. But he’s not exactly
approachable.
“Oh, okay. It was nice to see you Hux.” I say as he begins walking
away from me.
He looks back at me over his shoulder, “Yeah, you too.”
Then he disappears into the trees.
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Author Info
JB Heller is an average Aussie housewife in her late 20’s with a wicked sexy imagination. She and her super sexy husband are the parents of three minions, two Great Danes and a Cat who thinks she’s a person.
She spends her days running around after her wildling children and jotting down stories in her flower embossed leather notebook (She is very particular about her stationary.). She’s a self-confessed Stationary Junky who’s constantly on the lookout for more.
Most day’s JB can be found glued to her laptop, taking advantage of school hours- writing as fast as she can while she can. Or trolling Pinterest for her next potential muse. And when she needs a break from the voices in her head she indulges in her favourite past time, reading.
Want to know more about JB? Check her out, you’ll be guaranteed a good laugh if nothing else.
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