Friday, 22 November 2013

Excerpt: Knowing Vera by Rachelle Ayala




Knowing Vera
Chance for Love Book Three
By: Rachelle Ayala


Blurb
Vera Custodio has never fallen in love, though she has strong feelings for her friend and sometimes lover, Zach Spencer. Long-forgotten memories resurface when Vera discovers Zach’s mother was the woman her father supposedly murdered many years ago.
After losing his leg, former triathlete Zach Spencer reevaluates his life—and realizes he’s falling in love with Vera. When she ends their relationship, Zach is determined to prove his love and follows her to Australia in search of the killer.
Caught between a web of family secrets and a deranged adversary, Vera and Zach must depend on each other for survival. Love blossoms, but the truth explodes everything Vera knows about herself. Will she close her heart forever or risk it all for a shot at happily-ever-after?
Knowing Vera is a suspenseful, cross-cultural romance mixing an unsolved murder, action and adventure, and hot, steamy love scenes.


Excerpt
March 1991, San Francisco, CA

“Papa, are we there yet?” Seven-year-old Vera Custodio yawned and hugged her stuffed bear, Bing-Bing. The lights on the Golden Gate Bridge glowed orange in the night sky. In the distance, a foghorn bellowed like a sick cow.

Vera watched the rain dribble down the side of the car window. Her stomach growled and she shivered. Mama would have made her put on a jacket.

“Papa?” She picked crusted blood from her fingernails. “I wanna go home.”

“Hun-Hun, almost there.” Her father braked and slowed to a stop. Horns blared, and their car shook from the passing traffic.

“Why are we stopping on the bridge?” Vera tapped the back of the driver’s seat with her toe.

“There’s a small emergency. Will you be a good girl and stay in the car? Papa has to look at something.” He grabbed a backpack from the passenger seat, opened the door narrowly and stepped
into the rain.

The motor was still running and the twin wiper blades jittered back and forth. Her father crossed in front of the car and lifted the hood. A truck barreled by on the left, its deep horn blasting.
Vera unfastened her seatbelt and pressed her nose to the window. Instead of fixing the car, Papa crossed to the pedestrian walkway. He walked past an emergency telephone and leaned over the railing.

“Wait! Papa!” Vera dashed from the car and chased after him.

He turned and held a hand out. “I told you to stay in the car.”

“But Papa, I love you.” Vera clamped her arms around his legs.

He picked her up and kissed her cheek. “I love you, too. Go back to the car. Remember, you didn’t see anything.”

“Is she dead?”

“Shhh. It wasn’t real. You had a nightmare. Sit in the car and wait for Mama.”

“I don’t want to.” Vera held on to her father’s neck. She peered over the rail at the dark water below. Wind whipped her wet hair into her face, blinding her for a moment.

“Let go.” He pried her arms and dropped her to the sidewalk, then slapped her. “I told you to stay in the car.”

“Ow, ow!” Vera gasped, not believing he’d hurt her. Hadn’t he told her she was his special girl? That he loved her best?

He swung a leg over the rail.

“Papa, I love you!” She grabbed his trousers, her stuffed bear dangling between them.

Heavy footsteps pounded toward them.

“Get off that rail,” a man’s voice shouted and rough hands pulled Vera from her father.

“Papa!”

“Tell Mama I love her.” He dropped over the edge.

January 2014, San Francisco, California

I’ve never been in love. Serious like? Yes. But love? Not happening. Doesn’t matter if he’s sinfully hot or responsible for global panty warming. Or even if he’s the sweetest, most gorgeous man on the planet. I can still walk away. I have to.

Zach Spencer, scion of an Australian wine fortune, ambles slowly from the light-rail platform and waves. His swimmer’s physique, sun-streaked blond hair and audacious grin revs my heart every time. I can’t help but jump to my tippy-toes like one of those silly game show contestants. But today, I’m not going to run into his arms because I have to break up with him.
He steps toward me, oblivious of the crowd parting at the sight of his artificial leg. The muscular calf on his right leg contrasts sharply with the metallic rod and linkages of the other, ending with an artificial foot.

Until a few months ago he was a world-class athlete, a contender for the 2016 Olympic Triathlon team, but he lost his lower left leg in a jet ski accident while rescuing my friend Maryanne.
His magnetic blue eyes lock onto me as he wraps me in a toe-curling hug. Butterflies tickle my stomach and I want to disappear into his arms. How on earth can I end this without hurting him?
“Ready for the opera?” He guides me through the turnstile.

I tug at one of his oversized pockets. “Seriously, cargo shorts in winter?”

“I’m Aussie.” He kisses me with a loud smack.

“I suppose you’ll tell me it’s summer Down Under. Are all Aussie men so tough?”

“Dunno, but all Filipinas are gorgeous.” He winks and takes my hand, pulling me up the stairs and onto the crowded street. His smile raises the temperature a few degrees. “Shall we hop on a cable car or have dinner first?”

“Let’s catch a cab and take a walk on the Golden Gate Bridge. Have you ever been there?” I’m dressed to the nines, spiky stilettos and a metallic sequined dress, but the walk hopefully won’t be long.

He tucks an errant strand of hair in back of my ear. “No, but I hear guys are always proposing there. I’d have a hard time dropping to one knee …”

“Stop joking. We’re only friends—with benefits.”

“True, but we haven’t been very … friendly … lately.” His eyes telegraph bedroom, and his tongue does a quick flick over his teeth. “It’s my fault, of course.”

I caress the back of his hand with my thumb. “You’ve just recovered from major surgery. I’m glad to see you walking again.”

“Me, too. Now we can go places and get to know each other. Maybe start dating?”

A gasp catches in my throat. I never pegged him as the dating type. I suck in a deep breath to calm my speeding heart.

If only things were different and I hadn’t discovered the truth about our families.

Author Info
Rachelle Ayala is the author of dramatic fiction crossing genres and boundaries featuring strong but flawed characters. She writes emotionally challenging stories and is not afraid of controversial topics. However, she is an optimist and laces her stories with romance and hope.
Rachelle is an active member of online critique group, Critique Circle, and a volunteer for the World Literary Cafe. She is a very happy woman and lives in California with her husband. She has three children and has taught violin and made mountain dulcimers.
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4 comments:

  1. Thanks for the awesome Giveaway!!

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  2. Thanks for posting the excerpt and giveaway for Knowing Vera.

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