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Let's Write: The Romantic Short Story Part 2

Updated on October 25, 2016
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Jacqueline is a published author. Among her many books are: "Wait Until Autumn," "Threads of a Tapestry" and "Simply Living Godly."

The passion of Love can be like an unexpected journey ...
The passion of Love can be like an unexpected journey ...

Note: Part 1 is an illustration of writing in the 1st person. The majority of romantic fiction is written in the 3rd person. This allows the reader to get a better perspective not only of the protagonist but any antagonist and supporting characters in the story. It also gives you the ability to switch interest when there are multiple main characters. When writing in the 1st person the reader is limited to only what the main character is experiencing. Choose whichever style suits you best—however always remember your audiences.

The Story begins ...

Friday comes swiftly. Amber is both excited about being with Hugo and scared. Anthony has moved out of their home into Angela’s small apartment. There are no elaborate good-byes. He didn’t even ask for an explanation when she finally arrives home.

It is about 4 pm when Hugo finishes his work at the office. He thinks about his talk with Amber. Hugo is amazed that someone he met so briefly would have so great an impact on his life. Not since his early years with Carly has he known such excitement.

Carly—he can say her name without experiencing the tight feeling in his chest. Hugo smiles and goes into the bathroom which is adjacent to his office. He stares at his mirror reflection. Hugo hasn’t witnessed such anticipation in years. And even in spite of the turbulent years without Carly, he managed, with the help of good friends to keep looking forward to a better day, and at last the better day has come.

No, it will not be like the exhilarating relationship he had with Carly, but there will be passion just the same in this relationship. This time Hugo will be the more experienced teacher and Amber will be his willing protégé. It will be far less complicated; although there are a lot of complicating situations in Amber’s life. Hugo finds that the more he thinks about Amber, the more he wants to be with her. Hugo wants to work with Amber, to help finalize her affairs with Anthony, to be her confidant, her friend, and her lover.

It is a 6:30pm flight Hugo takes to Canada. Hugo first considers taking the trip later with a pilot friend of his, but thinks the better of it. He wants to ensure that he makes the journey incident free, with no disrespect to the maneuverability of his friend.

Beth and her husband meet Hugo at the airport. Beth is Hugo’s sister and greatest admirer. Not only is her brother a very accomplished publisher and playwright, but some of the most famous authors in the world are associated with his company. Hugo Bentley’s name can be linked to at least a dozen major motion pictures, winning both a Tony and an Oscar for his play, “Another Man’s Poison.” Beth thinks it is an honor to have such a distinguished celebrity in the family, and offers him one of her most prestige cabins.

The Canadian Wilderness ...
The Canadian Wilderness ...

After a lot of interesting conversation about the publishing business and all of the people that Hugo meets, he turns his attention to the Canadian wilderness and his interests in the layout of the lodge and how his brother-in-law comes to own such a beautiful piece of countryside.

Beth and her husband are always happy to share how they come about owning such a lovely piece of Canadian wilderness. Beth’s husband Marc Anthony happily dusts off the floor plans and shows them to Hugo. They sit drinking large mugs of steaming hot cocoa while Marc explains how he creates this wonderful wilderness home for himself and Beth.

Marc explains that although he and Beth have a more conventional home just outside the city limits; they prefer the comfort of the Lodge. Besides, it’s a lot better than having a stranger take care of their financial affairs. Then Marc has an idea.

“Tell me Hugo, have you ever thought about living here in Canada?” Marc questions.

“Not really, Marc. I have always thought about how cold it is here and that is a turnoff to me.” Hugo smiles.

“Yes, it does get cold here, but our autumn is beautiful to behold. The air is so fresh, and it is conducive to long life.” Marc says.

“I can image that a man could really lose himself in the wilderness.” Hugo agrees.

“And, with the right woman it could be like paradise.” Marc says with a knowing smile.

“What do you mean, Marc?” Hugo shifts uneasily.

“First my internationally famous publisher and playwright brother-in-law appears under a cloud of mystery. Second, I am to have another guest, the lovely Amber Anderson whose husband has left her. Now tell me, what would you think?” Marc puts on his best Sherlock Holmes’ face.

“That they just like the Canadian wilderness?” Hugo replies trying hard to stifle a laugh.

“You just told me that you thought it was very cold here.” Marc counters.

“So, it’s just that obvious?” Hugo shakes his head.

“Only to someone who has “been there and done that.” Marc laughs.

“Your folks weren’t all that pleased with Beth being with me in the beginning. They had picked out that doctor as the perfect son-in-law. So we needed to rendezvous in out-of-the-way places.” Marc reminds Hugo.

“Guilty as charge, but, can I count on your discretion?” Hugo asks.

“Not even my closest friends at the club will know” Marc replies. “And as much as Beth likes to talk, she is good at keeping others discretions.”

After a little more small talk, Marc leads Hugo to his cabin “The Presidential Palace” which is more akin to a presidential penthouse suite than a cabin. It is definitely a man’s suite with a great view of the wilderness from the bedroom balcony. There is exquisite furnishing of maple and great oak, and the smell of pine permeated the rooms. Hugo likes “The Palace” right away, but is very curious about what “Once Upon a Fantasy” looks like.

“Like it says, it’s really a fantasy suite. It’s Beth’s best work. The suite is designed to make a woman feel totally pampered and luxuriant.”

“I’d like to see it, Marc.” Hugo says.

“I kinda thought you would, Hugo.” Marc beams showing him the way.

Hugo takes one look inside the cabin and exclaims, “This is it!”

Marc lets Hugo know that Amber is staying in the lodge. Hugo thanks Marc and prepares to take a long bath and consider the night’s adventure.

It is 8:30 pm when Amber receives a phone call. It is Hugo.

“Hello.” She says rather coyly.

“Amber, come to “Once Upon a Fantasy” cabin at 10:00 pm. Beth will show you the way. Also, you don’t need to bring anything but yourself.” Hugo says softly.

“I will see you then, Hugo.” Amber replies and hangs up.

Amber lies back on the bed looking up at the ceiling. This is really moving in fast forward. She wonders what Hugo has planned for her that evening, but knows it will definitely be something worthy of a princess. Amber prepares for a long and leisurely bath, and finds something light, feminine and comfortable. She throws on her new cashmere jacket and walks ½ mile from the lodge to Fantasy.

It is a beautiful cabin, if you could really call it one. In Amber’s opinion, the best of all the private cabins and the most expensive. At the head of a winding staircase stands Hugo. He looks wonderful in his royal blue robe and matching slippers. He is sipping on a glass of Dom Pérignon and carrying a small velvet box. He greets Amber warmly.

“Bonjour Amber, my chère amour welcome to my humble abode.” His husky overtones barely mask his inward desire.

“There has never been anything humble about where you abode.” Amber smiles back. Hugo is fantastic.

Hugo looks down at Amber as he walks toward her and he knows this is going to be the beginning of a very long relationship. Amber is so very beautiful; untouched by her ordeals. Hugo can hardly wait to get her into his arms and his bed! When he reaches the bottom step, Amber comes to him.

Hugo puts his arms slowly around her, careful not to spill any Dom Pérignon on her and holds her close not saying a word. Neither Amber nor Hugo says a word. They just stand there at the foot of the stairs holding on to each other for dear life. Then they kiss. The kiss lifts Amber off her feet. It is nothing like she has expected. There is so much gentleness, passion, and even what seems to be love. Yes, there is love in that kiss. Hugo speaks first.

“Je t'aime!” Hugo sounds surprise.

“Je t'aime aussi!” Amber sounds equally surprised.

“When did this happen?” Hugo asks.

“I don’t know.” Amber says. “It’s so sudden!”

“I bought this for you, as a friendship present. But I think it’s going to be an engagement ring, if you will marry me?” Hugo asks.

Amber opens the velvet box Hugo hands her. In the box is a beautiful 2ct. flawless blue diamond on a platinum base. It looks exquisites. Amber asks Hugo to put it on her finger and Hugo is happy to oblige. It fit perfectly!

“I will marry you—as soon as the divorce is finalized!” Amber exclaims happily.

Hugo slowly lifts Amber into his arms after disposing of the drink and walks up the steps into the master bedroom. It is like walking into a fantasy. There is a huge oval bed covered in red velvet with silk sheets trimmed with velvet. Red rose petals are spewed all over the floor and bed which gives the room a heavenly scent. The walls and floor are brilliantly white and all the accessories are white trimmed in red velvet. There are double doors that lead from the bedroom onto a back balcony. There is a chase lounge with the same designs of white and red velvet fur trim. “Once upon a Fantasy” can also double as the “honeymoon suite.”

Hugo takes Amber out to the balcony and lays her on the chaise lounge. Then he leaves and returns with a beautiful velvet fur trimmed comforter from the storage closet. Hugo takes the cashmere jacket off Amber and quickly replaces it with the comforter. Hugo swiftly covers Amber with his own body and begins to just hold her in his arms chanting over and over how beautiful she is and how soft she is and how much he wants to possess her body and make it his. Amber thinks she will lose her mind if he doesn’t make love to her.

Hugo masterfully takes control of the situation and Amber feels that she is floating on a cloud of ecstasy. Anthony had made her feel alive, but it could not compare to the tender, masterful touch of Hugo. She is lost; she is his.

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      Jacqueline Williamson BBA MPA MS 3 years ago from Memphis

      Thanks again for reading and a hope your have many other enjoyable reading experiences :-)

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      John Hansen 3 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Oh ok, thanks for that explanation Jacqueline. It's all good.

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      Jacqueline Williamson BBA MPA MS 3 years ago from Memphis

      There were a lot of obstacles. This is just pages from my actual novel which was published back in 2007. I changed things around a little bit and simplified other things so my publisher wouldn't have a hissy fit :-)

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      John Hansen 3 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Another good example of the different writing styles Jacqueline and a happy ending to this part of the story, though it all seems to be going too smoothly, there is no antagonist, even Anthony wasn't a problem. It just seems Amber agreed to marry Hugo too quickly..oh well, that's just me..expecting obstacles. Well done, voted up.

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      Jacqueline Williamson BBA MPA MS 3 years ago from Memphis

      Sometimes its good to switch your writing style. If you are used to creating your short stories in the 3rd person -- try writing one in the 1st person or the other way around. Even if you are more comfortable with a particular style; it never hurts to experiment.