Just a teaser


Hey everyone this is a teaser for a book that I have been writing I just want the opinions of you lovely hubbers and I want to know if it is something you would continue reading if it was really published. I hope you enjoy the tease and please leave any comments (all is needed, accepted and wanted bad and good). Thank you very much!

Velvet Dragon


Book One

Igniting fires

Chapter one

An early summer’s breeze blew through the trees making everything seem peaceful in Huntington Valley. But a soft breeze wasn’t going to ease the tensions in the Holden house placed on the far side of town. Ralph Holden sat angrily at his office desk while he argued with his spoiled daughter Valerie, hoping against hope that it would soon end and he could get out of his hot office before he died of a heatstroke.

“Oh daddy!” Valerie Holden wined to her father, this was the first time, well, make that the second time in her whole life that she didn’t get what she wanted as soon as she asked for it or in this case...doesn’t want.

“It’s only a year Valerie.” Her father exclaimed in an exasperated tone.

“It may as well be ten father, I can’t go to boarding school!”

“And why not, what’s so wrong with boarding school?” Ralph asked taking his hankie form his pocket and wiping it across his sweat-drenched forehead.

“For one, there are no servants, who’s going to take care of me? For two none of my friends are going to be there, who will I-”

“I thought you said all of your friends were mindless ninnies.” He said, pulling on his collar.

“They are, but that does not mean I feel like making new ones. And besides the love of my life won’t be there.” She said angrily stomping her foot.

“And whom is the love of your life this time, hmm. Is it that Karnes fellow?”

“No daddy, it’s James Rodds, I’ve told you about him but you never listen!”

“ I never listen? I, the father whom gives you whatever you ask for, never listens!”

“No, not to important stuff daddy.”

“And this James Rodds person is important?”

“Well of course father, that’s why I just can’t go to boarding school.”

“You are going to that damned school whether you like it or not!”

“No I’m not!” Valerie yelled while she roughly placed her hands on her hips and raising her chin in defiance.

Ralph Holden took one look at his daughter and knew he was going to lose this argument. With her beautiful face twisted into an angry snarl, her cloudy green eyes, that were almost cat-like, shooting daggers at him and her small hands balled into fists on her hips. There was no way he was going to get her to that school! He thought angrily. Why did he have to have such a stubborn, ungrateful, spoiled daughter! There had to be some way to get her to go. Then all at once it dawned on him, she’s wanted to go to Paris since she was fourteen, but couldn’t go because they had to stay home and help take care of her mother. Susan had fallen ill just before the trip and Valerie was heartbroken but soon forgot about it.

“Val if you go, and finish, I’ll send you to Paris.”

“Paris?” Valerie whispered not totally believing her ears, her hands dropped to her sides and her face lit up into a broad smile.

“Yes Paris, and of course I can’t leave your mother, so I’ll set you up in a small town house with all of the accommodations you have here and you can stay there as long as you like. But only if you stick to, and finish boarding school. So, what will it be?”

Valerie ran around her father’s desk, threw her arms around his neck then gave him a big kiss on his chubby rosy cheek. “Oh daddy, yes! I’ll go and I’ll finish and make you sooo proud. I promise!” Valerie un-wrapped her arms from around her father’s neck then happily started toward her room to go pack. Before she reached the stairs she realized with a sad smile that she would have to tell James she was leaving. She had to admit she would miss him but he was a man just as any other and Paris was well...Paris. There would be plenty of men in Paris that she would like even more than James Rodds, she was sure of it.

Finally! Ralph thought to himself after Valerie left his office. If she hadn’t agreed to go he would have had to tell her the truth, that her mom was pregnant. Who knew what Val would do if she knew shewasn’t going to be number one anymore. Ralph found out a long time ago that Valerie was a little unstable and that’s putting it lightly. When she was just six years old she had threatened to jump off the roof if she didn’t get a pony. When Ralph refused again she did what she promised and was on top of the roof the following day yelling and screaming that she would jump if she didn‘t get what she wanted. From then on he never said no to her ever again. That is why he couldn’t possibly tell her she was going to have a sibling to compete for attention with; she would lose her damn mind, especially if it was a girl. He dreaded the day when Val would come home to find she had a brother or sister, it was going to be hell. With any luck she would like Paris too much and would want to stay for the rest of her life. But Ralph knew in the back of his mind that he would never be that lucky.

“Then get your belongings and get out!” Jim Rodds looked at his son in disgust, how could James not want to go into the family business, and to want to work on ships no less! No son of his was going to live under his roof and not follow his rules and his one and only rule was that they go into the banking business with him. How hard was that to do!

“Father plea-”

“Don’t please me damnit! Your seventeen years old, a grown man by my standards. You need a stable life and you’re not going to get one on those God forsaken ships with the rest of those drunken seamen. Not while you’re living under my roof!”

“Fine, I’ll do as you say.”

“Good, I’m glad you see it my-”

James put up his hand signing for his dad to stop talking. “I didn’t mean that I was going into the business dad.”

“Then what did you mean son?”

“I meant that I will get my stuff and leave just as you asked father and I will no longer be under your roof.” With that James turned on his heel and walked out of his father’s office.

Franklin whom was outside the door listening to the whole conversation was shocked, so much so that he didn’t see his brother standing in front of him until he spoke.

“Frank what are you doing out here?” James asked his younger brother by two years.

Frank looked up at his brother from his seat on the bench outside his father’s office and found that he was a little scared to answer. With James staring down at him, his hands on his hips, the temper he was so obviously trying to hold under control flaring in his eyes and his lips tightened into a straight line. He didn’t look at all approachable, which made Frank a little confused when James smiled at him. “Eavesdropping then? Well I guess you had to find out some way.” James turned and started toward his room with his brother right on his heels.

“Are you really going to leave?”

“I can’t live here and live the life I want to live. Father won’t allow it; I had no choice in the matter.” James turned onto the staircase and took them two at a time leaving Frank behind. The faster he got out of his father’s house the better, he thought to himself. When in his room James went straight to the closet and started packing the clothes he would bring along with him.

Frank arrived in his brother’s room a few minutes later huffing and puffing from trying to keep up with his more in shape brother and plopped down in a chair next to the door.

“More questions I presume?” James asked Frank after he was seated but not looking up from his task.

“Damn right I have more questions! One in particular.”

“And what is that little brother?”

“What can a life on a ship offer you that a bank can’t? I just don’t understand. You get more money, you don’t have to do back braking work and best of all you’ll be set for life. Why don’t you want that?”

“Because I want adventure Frank. What kind of adventure will I have sitting in a stuffy bank talking about money and listening to people talk about money? The closest I’ll probably get to an adventure in a bank is if someone robs the place!” They both looked at each other and laughed at James’ ridiculous statement.

“Well what are you going to do for money and a place to live?”

James just looked at Frank, who has always been the more logical thinker between the two of them. He would never really understand the reason he had to leave but at least Frank would still love him no matter if he thought his ambitions were a little...outlandish.

“I don’t know Frank, I do have a little money put up and I’m pretty sure there are a bunch of jobs out there that I can do. And as for a place to stay, I’m more than sure I can persuade Miss Valerie Holden to ask her dad if I could stay with them until I get on my feet.”

“Are you sure her dad is going to allow that?”

“Sure, Val told me her dad gives her whatever she wants and that she has him wrapped around her little finger. I’ll have a place to stay in no time.” James smiled at his brother certain that he would have nothing to worry about.

Frank just looked at his brother, bewildered. Why in the world anyone would want to spend two seconds with Valerie Holden let alone live with her, was beyond him. She was a stuck up snob and not at all James’ type, which was why he didn’t understand his brother’s attraction to her; he had never liked spoiled brats in the past. Once James even told him why, he said “They want too much and they give nothing.” So why he was so into such a selfish girl as Valerie Holden, Frank could not fathom. But who cared she wasn’t his girlfriend, thank Goodness!

James started down the road with his luggage in hand toward the Holden House. It was a few miles down but he didn’t mind, it gave him time to think about what he would say to Val...and her father if it came to that. James was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn’t notice Val’s carriage passing him by. James pulled himself out of his thoughts and turned around when he heard someone calling his name.

“James, is that you!”

James noticed Valerie walking the short distance from her car straight toward him. “Val? What are you doing here?” He finally asked when she reached him.

“Well, I was coming to see you silly.” Val answered tapping her gloved hand on his shoulder. “The real question is why are you walking the streets alone with luggage in your hands?”

“Well, I was coming to see you. Look Val there’s something I must discuss with you.”

“Me too, and it’s very important.”

“Alright, you first.”

“Well the thing is we must...breakup.”

“What!” James said dropping his bags; he definitely was not prepared for this bit of news.

“You see, my father is sending me off to boarding school-”

“Well why didn’t you tell him you don‘t want to go?”

“Because he really wants me to, so I’m going.”

“And when have you ever done anything your dad has wanted you to do? You told me you had him wrapped around your finger so what’s the problem?”

Valerie looked down at her hands while she twisted them together nervously. “Well he said that if I went he would send me to Paris. You have to understand I’ve wanted to go there for so long I-”

“So you’ll choose Paris over me?”

“It’s not like that y-”

James threw his hands in the air, “Then what is it like Val? Tell me because I’m getting a little confused, are you or are you not breaking up with me so you can go to Paris?”

“It’s not that simple James.”

“Yes it is, it’s a yes or no question Val, now answer it!”

Looking at the way James was standing Valerie could tell he was trying to very hard to keep his anger in check and new she had better answer his question and fast before he totally lost his temper. “In a way, yes bu-”

“Then there you have it! There is no but, your leaving me for Paris and that’s exactly what it is. You know I closed my ears to a lot of things people have said about you because I liked you and I thought you were different from all the other conceded rich girls in this town. I even stood up for you when they called you selfish and a snob but you just proved me wrong and them right. You’re selfish and you only think of yourself.” James shook his head in disgust, picked up his bags then walked away.

“James wait!” Valerie called after him, but he didn’t stop nor did he slow down when Val was having a hard time keeping up with him.

“What did you have to tell me Jamie?”

“Nothing, it doesn‘t matter anymore.”

“Well, where are you going?”

“To town, not that it should matter to you.” he said sharply, hoping she would take the hint and leave but knowing Valerie, she wouldn‘t.

“But town is at least seven miles away from here and you’re going to walk there? Why don’t you let me-?”

“No thanks.” He quickly stated and kept right on going when Valerie fell out of step then eventually stopped and went back to her car.



Chapter two

Fifteen year old Cherie Smith laid in the grass with her hands folded behind her head in a small enclosed meadow a little ways from the road that led into town and listened to the gentle wind ruffle its way through the leaves of every tree. She loved this place, the beauty and serenity of it. It was as if this wondrous place was her own personal niche. A nice grassy area halfway surrounded by five enormous scenic apple trees with a small one placed right in the center. They had given the impression of being the protectors of the little one. Although, her favorite element was the bulky rock structure that combined with the trees to perfectly hide her little spot. The trickling waterfall cascading down the stony formation gushing forwarded as if it were anxious to merge with the small pond residing by the tiny apple tree, made it perfect. Cherie liked the place so much, she always felt protected in the semicircle of big apple trees, it was the perfect place for her to come and find peace.

She had come upon it a few years ago when she decided to skip school. Cherie hated school all the people there treated her like an outsider just because she didn‘t come from a solitary culture. There was Spanish, Black, and Indian blood on her mother’s side and then White and Irish on her dads all flowing through her veins. She was the human form of a “melting pot.”

Her father, Jeffery Smith, owns his own shipping company and is one of the richest men in the town but the people in her class didn’t care about how much money she had all they saw was a mixed breed a....a mutt. She did have one friend though, one that didn’t care if she was a mutt or not. Her name was Tessa Wright, she had come to the town on a ship, which just happened to be one of the ones Cherie’s father owned, about five years ago. During the summer Cherie always helped unload the boats when they came to port. At the time of Tessa’s arrival the company was shorthanded and was not running as smooth as it should have been. Tessa being the compassionate person that she is saw that Cherie was struggling and decided to help. They laughed, joked and worked hard side by side all that day and by the time the sun went down they were the best of friends. After Tessa and her family were settled she would come to the docks and help Cherie unload and reload the boats. Tessa was used to hard work where she was from and didn’t like just sitting around, so she didn’t mind lending Cherie a helping hand.

Two years after that Cherie decided they were close enough friends to tell Tessa about her heritage.

“Tessa, I think there is something you should know about me.” She had told her.

“What?”

“Well I’m not exactly what you think I am.”

“Well, what are you, part cat?” Tessa had joked and they both giggled.

Fifteen year old Cherie Smith laid in the grass with her hands folded behind her head in a small enclosed meadow a little ways from the road that led into town and listened to the summer breeze blow through the trees. She loved this place, the beauty and serenity of it. It was as if this wondrous place was her own personal niche. A nice grassy area halfway surrounded by five enormous scenic apple trees with a small one placed right in the center. They had given the impression of being the protectors of the little one. Although, her favorite element was the bulky rock structure that combined with the trees to perfectly hide her little spot. The trickling waterfall cascading down the stony formation gushing forwarded as if it were anxious to merge with the small pond residing by the tiny apple tree, made it perfect. Cherie liked the place so much, she always felt protected in the semicircle of big apple trees, it was the perfect place for her to come and find peace.

She had come upon it a few years ago when she decided to skip school. Cherie hated school all the people there treated her like an outsider just because she didn‘t come from a solitary culture. There was Spanish, Black, and Indian blood on her mother’s side and then White and Irish on her dads all flowing through her veins. She was the human form of a “melting pot.”

Her father, Jeffery Smith, owns his own shipping company and is one of the richest men in the town but the people in her class didn’t care about how much money she had all they saw was a mixed breed a....a mutt. She did have one friend though, one that didn’t care if she was a mutt or not. Her name was Tessa Wright, she had come to the town on a ship, which just happened to be one of the ones Cherie’s father owned, about five years ago. During the summer Cherie always helped unload the boats when they came to port. At the time of Tessa’s arrival the company was shorthanded and was not running as smooth as it should have been. Tessa being the compassionate person that she is saw that Cherie was struggling and decided to help. They laughed, joked and worked hard side by side all that day and by the time the sun went down they were the best of friends. After Tessa and her family were settled she would come to the docks and help Cherie unload and reload the boats. Tessa was used to hard work where she was from and didn’t like just sitting around, so she didn’t mind lending Cherie a helping hand.

Two years after that Cherie decided they were close enough friends to tell Tessa about her heritage.

“Tessa, I think there is something you should know about me.” She had told her.

“What?”

“Well I’m not exactly what you think I am.”

“Well, what are you, part cat?” Tessa had joked and they both giggled.

“No even though that would be pretty nice, but it’s not exactly what I meant.”

“I know what you meant and I already know about your background. Is that what you were going to tell me?” Tessa laughed at the shock on Cherie’s face.

“How did you know?”

“How could you not know with the way people gossip around here? I found out the first week I was in town. And besides…I can see…I knew you weren’t…well you know.”

“Really? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Tessa looked her friend in the eye and said,“Because I was waiting for you to tell me, besides I could tell you were kind of insecure about it so I decided not to mention it until you wanted to. So there you have it, why did you take so long to tell me?”

Cherie felt a little embarrassed to tell Tessa the reason she hadn’t told her. “Well, I kind of thought that-”

“That when I knew, I wouldn’t be your friend anymore?”

“Yes, I guess that’s about right.”

“Well for your information I like you just the way you are and would be friends with you no matter what you’re made of.” Cherie had cried after that and Tessa sat there and let her cry in her arms, that’s how Cherie knew she had a true friend.

Cherie was pulled from out of the past when she heard talking and people coming her way. Who could it be? She thought sitting up, no one ever comes here but her and she would know since she’s been coming here every day for the past three years.

“Oh look what we have here you guys; it’s the mutt from school.”

Cherie was horrified as Tom Little and four of her other school mates emerged from the trees. Instantly Cherie was on her feet and her hand went straight to the sword that hung at her waist, she never left home without it. So much for feeling protected.

A few miles away from town James was still fuming from his talk with Valerie. He thought that the walk would help cool his temper but it hadn’t, not one little bit. Women! He thought to himself. They were all the same, a bunch of selfish, spoiled, needy, brats. He hated them, all of them, they were nothing but trouble! James stopped in his tracks when he heard the clanking of steel hitting together and a girl’s scream. In a flash he dropped his bags and ran toward the sound of combating steel.

When he arrived at the small enclosure what he saw stunned him, it was one lone girl dressed in boys clothing fighting five boys and it looked as if she was winning! But when the girl fell to the ground he couldn’t bear to see what happened next so he jumped in, sword drawn. The young boys tried to fight him but soon found out that they were no match for his expertise with a blade and ran away.

Cherie angrily got to her feet. “What the hell did you do that for?!”

James was taken aback by the young girls’ anger and couldn’t seem to find the words to respond to her question.

“Well, are you going to answer me?!” Cherie yelled with her hands on her hips. James was amazed at this girl, she was mad at him and he just saved her life! What a bunch of bull! She was surly confirming his earlier assessment about women being nothing but trouble. “I can’t believe this! You’re actually mad at me and I just saved your life!”

“No you didn’t, I had them!”

“Yes, that’s why you were on the ground because you had them!” James yelled smartly.

“Oh don’t you dare get sarcastic with me! I’m a damn good swordsman and didn’t need any help from you, thank you!”

James walked up to her and got so close she could feel his breath on her face as he spoke. “I say again, if you’re such a good swordsmen why were you on the ground?”

“I don’t know, do you wish to find out?” With that Cherie backed up and drew her sword.

James just laughed. “I’m not going to fight you.”

“Why? Scared that I’ll win?”

“No, just scared that I’ll hurt you.”

Cherie smirked, “Oh I truly doubt that would happen, so you have nothing to fear.”

“You’re pretty smug for someone whom was just lying on their back.”

“Well you should see me on my feet.” she answered back sharply.

“Fine, I’ll fight you, but don’t get angry when you do not win.”

“Oh I won’t, because I don’t plan on losing.”

With nothing left to say James withdrew his sword and they let their steel do the talking as they began their small battle. They fought hard, man against women and steel against steel. James was astonished at how well this girl’s swordsmanship was and at how nicely she could keep up. But James wasn’t putting his all into the fight and knew that she was. If he wanted to, he could make one swift move and she would be right back on the ground. But he knew that her pride was hurt from him stepping in on her fight and was hesitant about damaging it for a second time. That was, until she struck out and sliced through his pants with her sword and left a small cut on his thigh. Then he forgot all about her precious pride and decided to teach her a lesson. In one lightning fast move Cherie found herself on her back with James’ sword pointing at her face.

“Why are you so angry at me for helping you?!” James asked breathing heavily.

Cherie smacked his sword out of her face and got to her feet. “Because you idiot! Those boys are my class mates and every time I see them they push me around and make fun of me. Don’t you get it, if I would have won that fight on my own they would not have liked me but they would have respected me and left me alone. One day it’s going to be just me against them and no one will be there to help! And since they know that I’m good next time it’s not just going to be five and I will have to fight them all, thanks to you!” Cherie yelled, she was tired physically and emotionally so she plopped back down on the grass and put her head between her knees.

James took pity on the young girl, and immediately wished he could take back the things he had said to her. “I‘m sorry, I had not meant to...”

“No, it is me who should be sorry, you only tried to help and succeeded I might add. So I am sorry for getting so angry with you, it’s not your fault people are such gigantic jack asses.”

James smiled and sat down next to her on the soft sweet smelling grass. “You know I wonder what your parents would say if they knew you had such a...” James paused trying to think of the right word to describe her unladylike language. “...colorful vocabulary.”

They both giggled.

“They would both probably lose their heads and never let me out of the house again.”

“Well at least you won’t get into a lot of trouble that way.”

“Yes, and there would be no one to pick on me then.” She said smiling sadly.

“You know you shouldn’t care what people think because you cannot change

who you are, you’re always going to be you. My dad, he thinks I’m an idiot because I want to work on ships instead of going into the family business. But I really don’t give a damn what he thinks and he’s my father. So you just have to live your own life no matter what people think of you.”


“I guess you are right, but it doesn’t take the pain away.”


“People can only hurt you if you let them.”


Cherie pondered this last bit of advice and decided that he was right, she was no longer going to let people’s words and actions hurt her. She was not going to stand for it, she was going to be proud of who she was and let the whole world know it. “Thanks for the advice; I think I’ll take it.”


“Good uh...um, I just realized that I don’t know your name.”


“You can call me Cherry that’s what my family calls me, except my mom.”


James smiled, “So you consider me family?” he said joking.


“No, I consider you a stranger so I’m not going to tell you my real name.”


“Oh okay, I get it. You said that your mom doesn’t call you Cherry, why is that?”


“Because, she calls me her Velvet Dragon.” Cherie laughed at the confusion on his face. “It’s my Indian name, it’s not really the same as other Indian names but that is what my mom decided on. She said that I was soft like velvet on the outside and had a burning fire like a dragon on the inside. I don’t really know what she meant about the fire, but she said I would understand when I’ve gotten older.”


“You’re part Indian?”


“Mmhm.”


“Is that why people make fun of you?”


“Yes, they call me a mutt.”


“Just because you’re half Indian?”


“No, because I’m mixed with all sorts of stuff not just Indian.”


“Oh.”


She waited for him to ask what else she was mixed with and was glad when he didn’t. Cherie looked up at the sky grateful for her new friend’s company, (or she at least hoped he was her friend) and realized the sun was descending the skies. “Look, it’s getting late I should be heading home but it was nice meeting you uh...”


James thought for a moment and decided that if he didn’t know her real name she wasn’t going to know his. “Allen.” he responded, giving her his middle name.


She smiled, “Allen. And thank you...for helping me.”


“You’re welcome.”


Cherie picked herself up from her spot on the ground and headed toward the road that led to town. James picked himself up also and jogged after her.


“Wait, where are you headed?”


“To town, my family has a small townhouse there that we use during the summer.”


“Well I was headed to town too; maybe I could walk with you?” James suggested not quite ready to part with the hot tempered little chit.


“Sure.”


“Okay I just have to get my things first.”


“What things?”


“Oh just some stuff.”


“Okay.”


James jogged off to get his luggage while Cherie waited for him at the edge of the road. When he arrived back at her side they started their short journey back into town.


Cherie stopped in her tracks and turned to James.


“What’s wrong?” he asked.


“Nothing really I just don’t feel comfortable with you carrying all that stuff and me with nothing. Why don’t you let me carry one of your bags?”


“No thanks, I’m fine. Isn't this what the man is supposed to do anyway, carry all of the stuff while the lady’s hands are free?”


“Only if the lady is a lazy bumpkin.”


James chuckled and his Adams apple bobbled up and down. “You’re different than other girls.”


“Well I was always taught that a woman can do whatever a man can do and better if she puts her mind to it. Even my dad thinks so; he said that was the reason why he liked my mom so much when he first met her. He likes a woman that he could depend on and that could pull her own weight if needed.”


“Well I didn’t really grow up with a woman in my home so I guess I wouldn’t know about such things. But a man has got to be a man and this man is not letting a woman carry his things.”


“And why not, when you’ve got a friend willing to help why not let them help, woman or otherwise? Besides I’ve helped unload and reload ships for six summers now down at my dad’s shipping company so I’m definitely strong enough to carry one suit case two miles into town.”


“Fine! Here, you can carry one. God woman, you are a piece of work aren’t you?”


Cherie looked up at him and smiled. “That’s funny; my father always says the same thing.”


“And rightfully so.” James looked down at “Cherry’s” smiling face and actually saw her for the first time since meeting her. Her skin was brown but light in color and looked as soft as chocolate; her unruly curly brown hair that framed her face went down to her hips. Her smile was as pretty and as bright as a summer’s day and her eyes were probably his favorite feature of hers, they were big and brown with a purple tent to them. Something he has never seen before, purplish-brown eyes, he would dream about those eyes for years to come. He thought to himself, what a beauty. Her figure wasn‘t hard to look at either; actually it was quite the opposite. Donned in her boys clothing; fitting her like a second skin, he could see all of her delicate curves. From the supple curves of her small breast to her slightly rounded hips down to her short but very shapely legs, she was nothing short of astonishing. And the smell of her subtle perfume was unlike any others. Most of the women he’d ever come into contact with always wore strong, overpowering perfumes but not Cherry. Her perfume gave him the sensation of lying in a meadow of flowers, but not just any flowers...Lavenders! No wait, something was missing it wasn’t just Lavender flowers it was something else to it; it was somewhat sweet like...honey! That was it! James smiled triumphantly to himself, she smelled like Lavender and Honey, soft and sweet.


Cherie, unaware of the beauty she possessed, could not for the life of her understand why this handsome young man stared at her so. And handsome he was. “Allen” was tall and even with his carefully tailored suit she could tell he was of a muscular build. But his face, she decided was what she liked most; he had a strong, stubborn chin with a slight cleft in it. His eyes were Hazel and green and they seemed to possess a bit of a sparkle in them, like stars. How magnificent, she thought, that one could hold such beauty in their eyes. And his smile, he had a smile that could go on for days with its wide mouth, strait sparkly white teeth and full kissable lips...wait, kissable? Was she, a fifteen year old girl, actually thinking of kissing this handsome do-gooder? Why it was unthinkable, what would her mother say if she knew that she was thinking of kissing a boy she just met? And yet, that was exactly what she wanted to do. Cherie quite uncomfortable with the way her thoughts had turned realized that she was also staring and shyly turned away from Allen’s intense gaze.


“Allen, please don’t look at me that way.”


“I-I’m sorry but I couldn’t help myself. Has anyone ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?”


Cherie blushed and tucked a piece of her untamed hair behind her ear. “No, but thanks.” she answered nervously and continued to walk down the road.


James quietly fell into step with Cherie and could not comprehend the reasoning for his staring...or for hers. They walked silently down the road both wanting to say something but not wanting to give away the things they were feeling inside.


“Who taught you to use a sword? You’re very good.” Cherie asked when she could take the silence no longer.


“My dad hired a swordsman to train me and I practiced day and night until I could beat him. Who taught you?”


“My mother.”


“Your mother!” James said surprised.


“Yes and her mother taught her. And like you I practiced every day until I could beat her. But...”


“But what?”


“Now that I’m not as good as I thought, I have a favor to ask of you.”


“And what would that be?” James asked teasingly, he was fully aware of what that favor was going to be.

“Well, I was thinking that you could teach me what you know about swords fighting.” When Allen didn’t answer right away she decided to add “Please, I’ll

even pay you.”

Cherie’s last statement was like music to his ears and he quickly agreed to teach her all he knew about the ways of sword fighting. When they came upon an agreement to where, when, and how much she would pay for his lessons, James turned to her and said “Will you not tell anyone about our agreement or me for that matter and if you ever feel as though you do not wish to continue with this please tell me first. Do you promise?”

“Yes, I promise.” Cherie stuck out her hand to complete the deal with a hand shake.

When James clasped Cherie’s hand in a firm grip they were suddenly lost in a vision of a young, dark curly haired child staring up at them smiling with her two front teeth missing. Strangely that wasn’t the most peculiar thing about it; it was the fact that the young girl’s eyes were not only green but purple as well. Scared at what they were experiencing they both jumped back unlinking their hands in the process and stared blankly at one another.

“What...what just happened?” Cherie asked a little frightened and breathing heavily from her experience with what she could not put a name to.

“I-I’m not sure.” James answered a little shaken from the experience also. Together they slowly and silently turned, careful not to touch each other again, and began to finish their journey into town. They started talking again about everything and nothing as if nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened.

Once in town they stopped and turned to one another.

“Thanks for helping me earlier today, and again I am really sorry for my temper.”

“It’s alright, all is forgiven, you had every reason to be cross with me.” James held up his hand to put a stop to any objections Cherie might have had. “And I promise that I will not enter any more of your quarrels without being asked first, even if you’re lying on the ground.” He teased.

Cherie giggled, looked down and realized that she was still holding one of his suitcases. “Oh here, you don’t want to forget this.” she said holding it out to him.

James gently grabbed his suitcase from her hand still careful not to let his hand come into contact with hers. “Thanks, see you Friday?”

“Yes, Friday.” Hesitantly Cherie turned and feeling unexplainably lonesome started the short trip back to her summer home.

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lyns 5 years ago from USA

It's interesting but I didn't read it all through, but what I did read it was interesting to me. Thanks for sharing


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ronhi 5 years ago from Kenya

Ok. I have never bought a romance novel my whole life. I prefer mystery and stuff like that...but i must confess, i enjoyed reading chapter one. Go for it! You definitely have got what it takes. Voted up and intresting


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Sweets21 5 years ago Author

Iyns thank you for reading and your feedback I really appreciate it!!

And to Ronhi thank you so much you have no idea what your comment means to me...thanks for reading, your feed back and the votes!!!


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lyns 5 years ago from USA

@sweet21, Your welcome Ronhi well said, I believe you will do very good, have a great day


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Sweets21 5 years ago Author

Thank you again and you too!


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lyns 5 years ago from USA

@sweets21, your welcome


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writer20 5 years ago from Southern Nevada

The 1st chapter is good reading, however the 2nd leaves me standing I'm not sure whats going on fighting the swords.


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ubanichijioke 5 years ago from Lagos

Great piece. I didn't know you write this incredibly well. You ve done so well


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Sweets21 5 years ago Author

@writer20 Thank you and what exactly confuses you about it so I know what to do to change that, please and thank you so much for the feedback!

@Ubani Thank you greatly for reading and your comment I'm really happy you enjoyed it!


jami l. pereira 5 years ago

I was thouroughly enjoying your story when i realised that however you copy and pasted had not worked so well , there is a paragraph missing , James'and Cheries agreement is not there and there are some words there that do not belong , its like they go to a differant sentance. One other thing ,every new paragraph or theme that you start out with seems to be " a breeze through the trees " it is a pleasant opening line but i think it is over rated for EVERY opening phase of your story , I am interested in reading it in its entirity , and after you re~edit it and re ~copy paste it I'd like to know what the agreement was between cherie and james and i want to find out who he ends up staying with , it is obvious that he will be with cheire and work on the dock with the two girls , Over all i think this is a very very lovely story , it just needs to be in the right order , via the messed up copy pasting. I loved it and i would read the rest of it , thanks for this little tidbit ! i enjoyed it very much . :)


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Sweets21 5 years ago Author

This what I get for not reading what I paste lol...But thank you so much for your feed back it is greatly appreciated and it makes me so happy that you actually enjoyed reading it!!!!


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Sweets21 5 years ago Author

I am happy to announce that I fixed it and the missing part is no longer missing! Thank you Jami!!


jami l. pereira 5 years ago

You are so very welcome and i cant wait to read the rest in its entirity , I am always , cringing at the thought of giving someone feedback ,(some people just ask for it and then get angry) Thank you for being so very gracious , your a doll :) have a blessed evening:)


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Sweets21 5 years ago Author

Don't worry I'm all smiles here believe me I wouldn't ask for it if I couldn't take the heat because my main goal is to make sure people will want to read my work and if that means having it citisized a bit thats what I'll do and I dnt want it sugar coated I'm asking for honesty good and bad I'm very pleased that you left ur honest opinion! Thanks for that! May your days be blesses as well!


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kenneth avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

Dear Sweets21,

Proudly Voted UP and All the way on this excellent hub. Well-written is a gross understatement. What a God-gifted writer you are, Sweets. I am in awe of you and your talent. I am so sorry that Ive not been here sooner. My health isnt good and I can only do so much in one day and I have to stop. I do apologize. But please know this: I VALUE YOU as a Friend and Follower, and as my inspiration. YOU have touched lots of lives with your talent. Keep it up. Merry Christmas. See you soon. Hopefully.


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Sweets21 5 years ago Author

Oh Mr.Avery, you have brought happy tears to my eyes with your beautiful comment and thank you dearly for it! No apologies needed :), the important thing is that you stay as healthy as you can...and I absolutly value you as a friend and follower also and it makes me happy that you feel the same! Have yourself a wonderful Christmas and I hope to see you soon! Thanks again for commenting it has brought a lasting smile to my face!


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kenneth avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

My Dearest Sweets21, "You are CERTAINLY WELCOME, for all of it is TRUE. Genuine friends, like YOU, are a RARE Blesssing in 2011. I am thankful that I found you on hubpages. Thank you, dear heart, for the warm wishes for my health. If my health allows, I will pay you a surprise calling one day with an email or hub comment. Would that be appropriate?" Be blessed, my dear friend. Kenneth


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Sweets21 4 years ago Author

Thank you so much Mr.Avery, you have a way with making one feel special! And you are most welcome for the wishes...Yes it will be appropiate and I would like that very much! And you be blessed as well Mr.Avery!


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

Sweets21...I thank you. You are one special lady with a lot of class and integrity. That shows in your writing, which I admire.

Please do NOT change anything about your writing. To me, its perfect.

Merry Christmas and I WILL surprise you soon!

Kenneth


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ubanichijioke 4 years ago from Lagos

Wow!wow!!wow!!! Truly amazing storytelling technique and interesting if not captivating storyline. Bravo!


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Sweets21 4 years ago Author

@Kenneth:Oh my I just realized that I had not replied to you for that I am so so sorry. I hope you had a wonderful Christmas!! Thank you for your wonderful comment I feel so very blessed to know how much you like my writing and I promise not to change it!;) And I can't wait for your surprise!!

@Ubani: Thank you so much for commenting on my teaser, I very pleased that I could captivate you with my writing!

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