What is a
marriage without trust?
When
damning newspaper reports point to the seeming infidelity of her husband,
Formula One Racing Championship driver Luca Corrieri, Leigh runs without
waiting for his explanations.
After
all, the pictures don't lie. He has been cheating on her with her best friend.
Luca is
devastated at the ease with which Leigh abandons what they have. Surely their
marriage deserves more, but how do you convince someone of your innocence when
they are not prepared to listen?
When
the truth finally comes out, is their love strong enough to save their
marriage?
-:-
Today I welcome in my den the
lady extraordinaire Raven MacAllan and her new release, Being Luca's.
Tell us something about the book,
Raven!
The premise for the book was very
limited.
Using the name Leigh, Monteith, and Corrieri,
because my hairdresser asked me to. Apart from that it was up to me. I knew what
I wanted to write, but oh boy it wouldn't work for ages. I deleted the first
two chapters, started with chapter three as chapter one, and all of a sudden, I
wrote, and wrote, and finished a nice—well I hope so—Romance on the Go. Then I
got worried that Leigh, the person, might not like Leigh the character. But she
loved her, drooled over Luca and wanted to know when it was due to be
published. Well I had to explain there was the none too small matter of subbing
and getting an acceptance.
But chair swivel jiggle I got it…
This is the result…
-:-
She lay there in that pleasant
state halfway between awake and asleep and relaxed.
The heavy hand on her shoulder
made her scream, shoot up out of her chair, and turn around in a move to do any
prima ballerina proud. Red wine went in every direction, except luckily, on
her.
The guy who stood behind her chair
didn't fare so well. With red wine dripping from his hair onto his face, and
from his chin onto what seemed like a very costly silk shirt, he looked a mess.
Even his expensive-looking trousers hadn't got off scot-free.
The expression made Leigh want to
giggle—after all she was a Scot— although the guy standing there with a face
like frost didn't.
"What a way to greet me, cara. Are you still feeling so pissy?
After all you got what you wanted."
Leigh saw red and it wasn't just
the spilled wine. All her introspective thoughts about being narrow minded flew
out of her mind.
"Asshole. Fucking asshole.
No, you got what you wanted. Your
dick in that marriage wrecking groupie's cunt. What I wanted was your bollocks
in a vise. And her clit to shrivel and her channel to shrink."
She couldn't believe the
profanities that spewed out of her. Leigh always prided herself on not
swearing, because as her mother had often said, it showed a lack of imagination
and vocabulary. Right then she couldn't have cared less if it made her
illiterate. The words fitted.
He reddened, took out a linen
handkerchief, and wiped his face without saying a word.
Leigh was on a roll. In some
perverse way she was enjoying herself. It was cathartic, saying just how she
felt, to his face. "I hope you got yourself checked out, Luca? After all
who knows who was in that pussy before you? Did you check the hair for nits? Oh
no I forgot, she's probably one who dares to bare." She didn’t mention
that since she and Luca had separated she'd tried that, liked it, and never
gone back to hairy. "Best way really, less to catch anything in."
"You know nothing." He
barked the words, looked around and then dropped the sodden handkerchief onto
the table. "That's enough."
Leigh ignored him. "Not by a long chalk
Signor Corrieri. Why are you here? How did you get in? Added breaking and
entering to your list of transgressions now, have we?"
He swung a door key in front of
her face. "No breaking necessary, cara. You left this in the door.
Freudian slip? Or were you waiting for someone else?"
"Neither." She snatched
the key from him and put it in her pocket. "I'm not the one who played
away."
"Will this verbal crucifixion
go on for ever?" Luca's voice was flat and unemotional. Only the tic at
the corner of his eye showed how affected he was. "I screwed up, I admit
it. I said sorry, what more do you want me to do? Bleed?"
"Well you screwed all right,
and I guess it was up. Up into her. Bleeding isn’t enough. I've bled enough for
both of us." Leigh bit back a sob. Luca lifted his arm toward her, took
one look at her face and let it drop. She could only imagine what he'd seen
there. However, if her emotions showed in her expression as usual, it would
have been something along the lines of how she was wondering if she could
commit murder and get away with it.
"You cheated, Luca. You
defiled what we had. And that bitch crowed about it. In every bloody paper,
before you said as much as a dicky bird. Were you hoping to get away with it?
Fat chance with Angela, oh I'm your friend Leigh, bloody here's my cunt screw
me whatsherface. Two faced bitch." All her thoughts of being open-minded,
things aren't always what they seem, had gone from her mind. She was, in the
words of her friend's daughter, 'in a mad'. "As for you, couldn't you have
kept your cock in your trousers for one weekend? Was that too much to ask? And
now I expect you're going to say it was all her doing. That she came on to you,
and you were drunk and didn't know what was happening. Men. Think with their
dicks." She turned her back on him and very deliberately filled her glass.
"No, I'm not going to say it
was all her doing. It takes two to be f…"
"Okay I get your
drift." Leigh sat back in her chair. "Oh sit down, Luca. Tell me why
you're here and then go away. If you want some wine, in a glass and in your
throat rather than over you, there are glasses in the cupboard next to the
sink. If not speak up and then fuck off. I want to wallow and wonder why I'm so
lacking in sexuality my husband needed a whore."
"You are so wrong, cara. But
it's not my story to tell." Luca sighed, nodded and walked into the house.
She heard cupboard doors open and close. Why hadn't she just told him to get
lost? Taken her key and locked the door behind him?
Because
we've never really talked about it.
Luca returned to the garden and
poured wine into a glass before he sat next to her and swirled the liquid
around the vessel.
"Good legs," he said.
She laughed, although there
wasn't a lot of humor in it.
"Me or the wine?"
"Both, although in this case
I meant the wine." He stretched his long legs out in front of him, and
held his wine glass loosely between thumb and forefinger.
Leigh looked at him out of the
corner of her eye. As ever during the race season there wasn't an ounce of fat
on him, only honed and toned muscle. In any other circumstances she would have
drooled.
"Ah well, I had a good
teacher." By now Leigh had calmed down. Except for her unruly hormones
which made her itch to undo his shirt and run her hands over those impressive
abs and … down girl, this is your lying,
cheating almost ex here. Or he was until she thought otherwise. The
cuss-filled rant had done her good, but worn her out. "Okay, Luca, why are you here?"
"You're not going to like
it," he said in a warning tone. "But I felt I had to warn you."
Warn her? That sounded ominous.
Was there anything worse he could hit her with
"Tell me."
-:-
Being Luca's
is available to be downloaded to an eReader near you from:
Evernight
Publishing:
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where all her sites are noted!
THanks for letting me pop by and chat.
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