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Photography
Jamie Selkirk in my story is a
photographer and he loves photography since high school. Photography used to be
one of my hobbies. I said used to
because right now although I still love taking pictures of stuff, I barely have
time for things other than my work and writing. Not that I complain about
writing. My mind is, like, writingwritingwriting all the time, along with
everything that comes with it, such as editing, submitting stories, promoting,
blogging, etc. :)
Anyway, back to photography. I
once took a workshop on it. I used a manual camera at that time for I didn’t
have a digital one. The trainer said that a manual camera was much better than
digital but right now there are just so many excellent digital cameras out
there and the photographs people produce are equally amazing.
What do you think about cameras or
photography? Do you like taking pictures?
This Isn’t Goodbye
by Iyana Jenna
Romance on the Go
BLURB
Stay-at-home dad Taylor MacLean chose his life knowing he
could rely on the trust fund from his rich grandmother. He didn’t have to work
a day in his life. He preferred to take care of his baby daughter Janine and,
when he was not busy changing diapers, he would get down to his art studio.
After finishing college, Jamie Selkirk followed his dream to
be a photographer. Now working for a famous fashion magazine, Jamie spent more
and more of his time away from Taylor and Janine, his husband and daughter. Can
the couple learn to put each other first before their marriage begins to
crumble?
EXCERPT
Taylor
went still for a moment before he let Jamie go. Jamie's body turned rigid a
moment ago, a tell-tale sign every time his boy almost said something
important. It disappointed him when Jamie only said that he needed an aspirin.
Really, Jamie, an aspirin? Taylor had put a full bottle on the glass table in
the living room next to the couch where they both slept last night.
"Go
ahead. It's on the table," Taylor said in dismissal. "You would've
seen it if you hadn't been so busy wanting to throw up."
Taylor
turned around abruptly. He combed his hair back. He’d acted mean and
thoughtless. He caught a pained reflection in Jamie's eyes. Taylor wanted to
leave the room, this very second.
"Taylor?"
Incomprehension and hurt chased one after another in Jamie's voice, and Taylor
couldn't take it anymore.
"I
heard something. I think Janine’s woken up."
"Janine."
Jamie's trembling voice stopped him in his tracks. "I haven't seen her
since ... since I don’t remember when."
Yeah,
Taylor knew it must’ve been too long since Jamie saw their daughter. He'd
stormed out of the house right after breakfast yesterday morning.
"Don't
you miss her, Jamie? Or is your job and are all those parties still too
important for you? More important than your own daughter?" It crossed
Taylor's mind that she was Jamie's and not his, but he figured it would be mean
of him to say that. They’d both agreed to use a surrogate, and they were
married. It meant whatever belonged to Jamie belonged to him, too.
"I
want to see her," Jamie said, his voice so thin Taylor thought he was
imagining it.
"She's
okay," he said. "I checked her earlier. She slept through the night
while I was down here." He stopped at once. Jamie didn't know Taylor slept
with him on the couch.
But
nothing escaped that pretty head.
"Down
here? Were you with me?" Jamie’s face flushed and Taylor wanted to grab
him right there.
"Uhh,
yeah."
"Taylor."
"I
just missed you."
Jamie
sniffled, but he stayed still. Taylor balled his fists.
"Aw,
what the hell." He lunged forward at Jamie right at the same time as Jamie
moved toward him. They met halfway, grasped each other's face, and mashed their
lips together.
“Wait
a minute.” Jamie pulled back, gasping.
“What?
Jamie?”
“I
have to tell you something.”
“No,
you don’t. I missed you. You’re all I want.”
“I
need to tell you I’m sorry. I’m sorry I neglected Janine and you. I won’t do
that again, ever.”
Taylor
cupped Jamie’s face. “You don’t need to apologize.”
“Yes,
I do.”
“Then
I’m sorry, too.”
“What
for?”
“I
ignored what my husband needed.”
Jamie
smiled. “So do you forgive me?”
Taylor
swept him off his feet and grazed his lips lightly against Jamie’s.
“I
already have.”
Taylor
kissed deeper and drank in everything he could. He couldn't remember the last
time he’d kissed Jamie. All the models in the world and their neighbors could
want him, but Jamie belonged to him.
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About the Author:
Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams,
a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can
spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a
normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a
lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her
trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.
Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has five
of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Mermood, and Horus. When she doesn’t
write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.
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