Friday Writer

This week's theme is Love Hurts! Click on the image to go to the Romantic Friday Writer site for details!

This week your MCs have a dilemma to solve. Maybe both MCs are facing a crisis point in their relationship, and one or the other decides to resolve the problem in the only way they know how. Perhaps an MC has chosen to confide in a third party, their advice invaluable. Or, a misread/misdirected text/email has caused angst, heartache and bitterness, where a simple explanation can heal a fast-breaking heart. 

From my Princess story. I wrote this for a blog post a while ago - sorry, i haven't had a chance to write something new!:

He'd used her. To gain access to power he'd actually done as she'd asked, changed her world, her whole perspective on sex, love, everything. And he'd had another agenda all along.

The pain in her chest was crushing and she bent over clutching her heart, gasping for air.

How could she have been so stupid? She'd let down her guard, let him in and he wasn't what she'd thought.

But it had all seemed so real. The looks, the touches, the words. But that's all they'd been. Shallow reflections of what she'd always been looking for, wondering, had thought she'd found.

But her first theory had been right. Fairytales were for books, not real life.

It crushed her, devastating her with the sharpness of his betrayal. With the discovery of the world's biggest lie.

How could he do this to her? He'd said he cared for her. Every look, touch, every time he'd spoken to her his eyes had been filled with... oh, she was a fool. She'd probably imagined the soft affection in his eyes.

He'd taught her that sex could be fantastic, mind-blowing. But for him it had been a means to power.

And for her? For her it had been everything. She'd given him her heart and he'd taken it, enmeshed it in his lies and now she was broken.

With a deep breath Tori steeled herself. Like hell she was going to take it lying down. She was through being treated like a non-entity by men.

Rising from the damp grass at the edge of the lake she ignored the chill in her jeans and strode with increasing purpose across the Castle estate to find him.

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