The Rhythm of My Heart
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Authors: Velvet Reed
The Rhythm
Of My
Heart
Velvet Reed
Copyright © 2014 Velvet Reed / Kristine Englefield
All rights reserved
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This book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to any person, living or dead is by pure coincidence. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the places and products referred to in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission and is by no way sponsored by the trademark owners. The author also acknowledges the artists and songs mentioned in this work of fiction.
This is a contemporary romance novel and is recommended for readers over the age of 18 due to strong language and sexual content.
Dedication
The guardian angel watches over you with loving care,
With his guides and blessings you will no longer scare,
Keep on dreaming and saying your prayers,
This pair of wings will protect you everywhere.
This book is dedicated to the most influential person in my life;
My beloved Dad,
Arthur Comer.
Not a day goes by that I don’t miss your love, guidance, knowledge and your cheeky smile, Dad.
The lessons you taught me throughout the thirty years I was blessed to have you in my life, will stay with me forever. I will pass them onto the grandchildren that you adored and who miss you like crazy.
You were a shining light and a great influence on those you encountered.
You always told me to do my best because that was all anyone could ask for. I hope and pray that I have made you proud, Dad.
I can’t explain the hole that your absence has created in my soul, but I know in my heart that you are with me, still guiding me, encouraging me and watching my dream come true.
I’ll love you forever, Dad.
This one’s for you.
xoxox
Acknowledgements
First and foremost,
Thank you to my first and only love, Dean.
Who would have thought that fifteen years after serving you coffee, we would be where we are today. Thank you for being an amazing husband (even when you drive me crazy and I want to punch you). Thank you for believing in me and supporting me in achieving my dream. Thank you for making 'The Rhythm of my Heart', the first fiction and romance book you have ever read.
To my beautiful children, Abbey, Declan and Riley,
Mummy did it!
I'm proof that if you follow your heart and are determined, your dreams can come true. Thank you for putting up with a cranky mummy at times, for helping make swag, for being excited about my writing and telling anyone who would listen that mummy was writing a book. I love you all more than you will ever know and it makes me incredibly happy that I have instilled a great love of reading in you all. Always remember that books are a place where your imagination takes flight and allows endless possibilities.
To my sister, Michelle Chichmanian,
You have supported me with unwavering love since I first told you I was doing this. You never once doubted that I would make this book a reality. Thank you for your love and friendship. I will treasure it and you always.
To Julie McNeilage, my beautiful friend.
You read the very first words that I wrote, when you never read anything. You listened to my plots and plans; you gave me encouragement and your enthusiasm and want for more of the story allowed me to believe in myself. Thank you for being you.
To Angel Steel and Gav,
Late night phone calls, internet picture searches, swag discussions, storyline discussions, beta reading, formatting and everything in between. You guys have become great friends and I can't thank you enough for all your help.
To Michelle Lynn,
You are an inspiration. Without your encouragement and support, I never would have decided to finish this story. Thank you for being a wonderful mentor.
To my gorgeous gals in Velvet's Beta Emergency Room:
Kristy Louise, Kellie Donaldson, Kristine Barakat, Victoria DeBono, Crystal Solis, S. Moose and Kerri McLaughlin...
Thank you so much for being the most amazing beta readers anyone could ask for. Your love for my characters, your threats of violence against them, your feedback and especially your support are appreciated more than you will ever know.
To Peggy and Becky at Hot Tree Editing,
Thank you for the amazing job you did editing ‘The Rhythm of my Heart’ and helping me turn it into something that I am so incredibly proud of.
To Terri Byron,
Thank you for inspiring the Lanterns scene. It was nothing short of amazing!
To all the bloggers and authors who have supported me and helped me along the way,
Thank you for everything you’ve done to make me journey easier. Especially Aleya Michelle, Jennifer Ryder, Emma Fitzgerald, and Heather Davenport, I feel very privileged and blessed to call you all friends.
And finally,
To the readers,
Thank you for taking a chance on my debut novel ‘The Rhythm of my Heart’.
I hope you fall in love with Grace and Cole as much as I did.
Chapter 1
Grace….
If I have to listen to this boring as hell chamber music any longer, I am seriously going to lose it. Do they really think that this music is going to make people who have been waiting on the phone for more than ten minutes happy? It just makes the wait time even more unbearable
.
I notice movement at the door and can’t stop the smile that forms as a mass of thick shoulder length auburn curls walks into the room. Beautiful little Ruby. Her tiny pink lips curve into a sweet grin as she moves toward me. She stops and her little hands start moving as she tries to communicate with me.
God, here I am complaining about listening to boring chamber music when this precious baby girl can’t even hear me tell her that I love her; I have to do it with my hands. Could I be any more selfish right now! As I continue to wait on the phone, Ruby is trying to tell me she is hungry; I nod my head and sign back that I will get her a snack as soon as I am finished on the phone. It couldn’t possibly take that much longer, could it? Ruby stamps her tiny pink Converse Chucks and shakes her head. I can see she’s frustrated and in no mood to wait. I try to sign again that I am nearly finished as her impatience grows. Learning to do sign language at four years old can’t be easy. Her skills aren’t developed enough for her to effectively communicate everything she is feeling and needs; so we get by on what she can sign, finger pointing, special picture cards, head shakes and nods, and of course her grunts of frustration.
Ruby stamps her feet a few more times, and then turns and leaves the room.
I’m sorry Rubes.
As I continue to wait for the delivery company to find out where the shipment of missing radiator hoses are, I leaf through the pile of accounts payable. Just as the woman comes back to the phone and starts to apologize, I hear a huge bang followed by an unintelligible grunted scream.
Oh, God no!
I slam the phone down, the missing delivery forgotten as I run flat out toward the kitchen and come to a skidding halt. I find a chair laying on the tiled floor with Ruby beside it clutching her left arm, sobbing uncontrollably as tears stream down her face. I quickly gather her in my arms, rubbing soothing circles on her back. “It’s okay, Rubes. It’s okay, baby girl.” I know she can’t hear me; so really, I think I’m trying to reassure myself as much as I am her.
Gently, I try to move her arm; she stiffens, lets out a muffled yelp, and starts crying even harder.
Oh, shit! I think her arm is broken… Charlie is going to kill me. The hospital, I need to get Rubes to the hospital
. Carefully, I carry Ruby through the house, stopping briefly to grab my purse and keys from the hall table; then I head out to my car. Once Ruby is gently maneuvered into her car seat
and buckled in, her tears have calmed some. I try to sign to her that we are going to the doctor. I rummage through my purse, pull out her picture cards, and show her the one with the doctor on it. Ruby starts to cry again so I carefully give her a quick squeeze of reassurance.
As I make my way around to the driver’s seat, I dial the number for the garage; thankfully, Dad answers on the second ring.
“Rivers Auto Repairs, Bryan speaking.”
“Dad, thank goodness. Listen I’m on my way to the hospital with Rubes so…”
“What? What happened, Gracie?” Dad cuts me off screeching in my ear.
“I think Ruby broke her arm. I’m just about to leave; can you tell Charlie so he can meet us there?”
“How the hell did that happen?” Dad bites back.
“She fell off a chair.”
“Jesus, Gracie! Where were you?”
“Look Dad, I don’t have time to explain right now; Rubes is in pain and I need to get her to the hospital. Please, can you just tell Charlie so he can meet us there as soon as possible?” My tone is a bit snappy but I really don’t care; I feel bad enough already without getting a lecture right now.
“Fine, we’ll be there in ten; drive carefully.”
“Thanks. See you there.” I hang up the phone and head to the hospital as quickly and safely as possible.
