The Proverbial Mr. Universe
Maria La Serra
Publication date: June 27th 2016
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Maria La Serra
Publication date: June 27th 2016
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Blurb
Dear girl with the red scarf,
Love was never meant to be conquered;
you have to surrender to it.
Trust me. After all, I am Mr. Universe.
When the universe conveys a message, you listen.
Olivia Montiano just caught her fiancé cheating. Now she is forced to question what she wants out of life and love. Striving to live up to her father’s unrealistic standards for the past twenty-three years, every decision she has ever made was with her father’s wishes in mind—until she finds mysterious, handwritten letters tucked away in places only meant for her. That’s when she realizes she’s been on the wrong path all along and gives her heart to a guy her father thinks is entirely wrong.
Washed-up abstract artist Nick Montgomery has had quite a few setbacks in life. He’s become accustomed to never needing anyone, thinking he’s just fine—until he meets the girl with the red scarf. She’s not his type. But the universe has other ideas. Nick has a secret he’s keeping from her, afraid it will bring their new relationship to a sudden halt.
Will they figure out what the universe holds for them?
Excerpt
She looked away, self-conscious, turning her
attention to the canvases around the room. “So are you going to show me the
reason you brought me here?” Olivia’s eyes grew
darker.
Nick tried to swallow the knot in his throat.
What was the reason?
He didn’t realize it was going to be this
difficult, to be so close and not be able to touch her. It took everything in
him not to watch as she removed her soaked sweater, placing it on the back of a
chair. He was conscious of how her damp cotton tee clung to every curve.
Rubbing the side of his face, he inhaled one slow breath, taking in her
fragrance and awakening everything inside himself.
He knew they weren’t going to pick up where
they left off. If Olivia wanted him, she would have to say it. She would have
to make the first move.
Right…the reason he brought her here suddenly
came to him.
Nick motioned for her to follow him to the
other side of the room.
“So, what do you think?” Nick showed her a
large canvas lying on his work table.
“Very organic. Is it a flower?” She crossed
her arms in front of her, slightly turning her head up to meet him for some
confirmation.
“Yeah, it turned out that way,” he said,
embarrassed.
He never realized the softer side of himself.
His past work had always been edgy and emulated destruction. There were no
words to describe how Nick processed his work. It came from within; it was
seeing things and feeling them, bringing them to life with one brushstroke at a
time.
“I love that you use the dark blue at the top
and how it fades gradually at the bottom. The use of magenta streaming through
the empty spaces…beautifully done,” she
said, looking at him as he watched her so intensely.
“Am I saying something wrong?” She laughed.
He loved it when she took an interest in his
work. He folded his arms across his chest, leaning further on the table behind
him, mustering his strength to keep from placing his hands in her hair.
“There’s no wrong way to analyze abstract
art. It’s meant to inspire without understanding, almost like classical music.
It means something different to everyone.”
“So what does it mean to you?” she asked.
“Ah, well…I guess I was thinking of you when I was working on it, and this is the
result.” He pointed back to the canvas.
She smiled in a way that made him think his
answer satisfied her. “Am I your muse, Montgomery?” she taunted.
She had no fuckin’
idea.
“All the time.”
He couldn’t help but pull her closer to him,
holding her there, lightly brushing her bangs out of her eyes. For a moment he
thought he might just kiss her and would have
if she didn’t pull away so abruptly. He deserved it. He had hurt her by
completely shutting her out.
“I’ve got to go,” she said, walking back
toward the chair to gather her sweater.
“What?”
“I have to go.”
“I thought you said you didn’t have plans.”
“No, you told me you had nowhere to be. I, on
the other hand, never said anything.”
There was an elephant in the room that he
desired to destroy. He needed to tell her,
and if she left, he wasn’t sure if he
would ever find the courage again.
“Roshambo.” He smiled. “I win, you stay here
with me.”
She looked right through him, her lips
twitching to one side. “Okay.”
“ROSHAMBO,” they said in unison.
He smiled more brightly.
“Okay, I’ll stay for a little while longer.”
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