Restless
By Michelle Bellon
#Romance #Contemporary
#NA #HEA
BLURB
You grow up.
You get married. You have a family. That’s what Malea Winters believes she’s
supposed to do. So why is it every time she comes close to finding that happily
ever after, she runs?
When she
meets Garrett Taylor, she warns him that she’s not the marrying type. History
has shown that long-term relationships are not her forte. She has a tendency to
leave when things get too serious; the direct result of being raised by an
emotionally detached mother and a stepdad with philandering ways. So, she
swears off men and surrounds herself with her best friends; three quirky, funny
women who are facing their own challenges. But Garrett is everything she’s ever
looked for; charming, successful, fun, and sexy.
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EXCERPT
I’m
running down a dirt road, sweating, panicked. I know I’m dreaming but I’m not
sure what I’m running from. All I know is that I’m terrified.
My
throat is parched so I stop, gulping for air. The landscape around me is dry
and desolate. I’m alone. What am I running from?
Someone
shouts my name. “Malea!”
I
turn but no one is there. A breeze picks up and something flitters against my
cheek. I reach up and grasp it between my fingers and thumb. The thin roughness
reminds me of lace. I realize what it is and my breath hitches.
White.
Lace. A wedding veil. What?
I
begin to take inventory. When I look down, I see that I’m wearing my favorite
blue jeans. No dress?
There
is weight on my back. I reach around and pull off my well-worn, seen-many-adventures
backpack. It dawns on me.
I’m
running again.
“Argh!”
I bolt upright from the dream. I’m in my bed. My heart is racing and all I can
think is that I’m so glad it’s just a dream. But the reality is almost as bad.
The fact is that I do run. All the time. I don’t know how to stop.
Frustrated,
I throw the blanket aside and walk to the window, grateful for the cool air on
my flushed skin.
Why?
I wonder. Why can’t I feel love?
I
mean, in the sense that I personally can experience the emotion, I feel it; the
rush of overwhelming joy that comes when I feel my heart surge with love. But
those are my own personal feelings, born within, flooding out into the
universe.
What
I can’t feel is the love that others have toward me.
We
are taught in science classes, for every action, there is an equal and opposite
reaction, a yin and yang. If this were true, then I should be able to feel the
force of love that vibrates out of another being to me and for me. It should be
just as knee-buckling, just as throat-constricting, just as alive as the love
which emanates from me to them. I SHOULD FEEL IT!
But
it isn’t. And I don’t.
The
dream reminds me of that shameful lacking feeling that has lived inside of me
most of my life. It reminds me of the mistakes of my past and fills me with
doubt. It could not have come on a worst night. Tomorrow is my wedding day.
Suddenly
cold, I turn and crawl back under the covers. The pit in my stomach gapes wide
open. Taking shallow breaths, I ask myself—what does it mean to be unable to
feel love? I close my eyes tight against memories and regret. I’ve spent a
great deal of my life searching, manifesting, and reaching, reaching, reaching
for experiences that would lead me toward that moment when I might truly feel
the caress of another’s love.
Ironically,
I often haven’t felt anything resembling love during that search. I’ve felt
hurt, lonely, sexy, frantic, desired, broken, high, desperate, restless,
searching, searching, searching.
But
love from another? No. Never love.
It’s
not that I haven’t been loved. I have.
Garrett,
my fiancé, professes his love all the time. And I believe him. I just wish I
could feel it. Maybe then, the restlessness would ease and I wouldn’t feel the
need to run away.
About
the Author
Michelle
Bellon lives in the Pacific Northwest with her four quirky and beautiful
children. She loves coffee, Superman, rollercoasters, and has an addiction to
chapstick.
She
works as a registered nurse and in her spare time writes novels. As a
multi-genre author, she has written in the categories of romance suspense,
young adult, women’s fiction, and literary fiction. She has won four literary
awards.
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Restless
By Michelle Bellon
Review written by
Heidi Lynn's BookReviews
First, I want to
thank Michelle Bellon for providing me with this book so I could bring you this
review.
Restless by award
winning author Michelle Bellon was very special book on many different levels.
I knew this book was very close to the authors heart and it came out via her
writing.
Her cover of Restless
was so breathtaking! It was perfect for every time Malea left. Kudos to the
graphic designer.
I loved how Restless
was dedicated to Michelle’s Fiancée Chayne. He taught her what love really is
and gave her peace. Plus, I loved how
she gave thanks to Avril for helping get this book back into the hands of the
readers.
I really loved that
that there was a character by the named Heidi in the book. What I loved even
more is that the character was a lesbian just coming out to her
roommate’s. That whole storyline I
really loved and put a smile on my face.
The beginning of the
book got me so hooked on this book. The emotions and feelings Michelle put into
Malea’s walk down the aisle as she was about to marry Garrett were priceless. I
could totally understand all of what she was thinking and feeling. It was an
incredibly powerful scene. I too could relate to her character as I felt all
those feelings when I got married. Unfortunately, my intuitions were right and
I shouldn’t have. Mine ended in divorce.
There were so many
great stories within he main story that made this overall story great!
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