Monthly Shorts: The Tranquility of Pink Blossoms

cherry blossomsHorse hoofs clicked on pavement as Rob sat next to his wife, Josephine. Her face brightened as the carriage turned the corner and entered a beautiful field of magnificent gardens. His love for her grew every second, but sadness had enveloped their lives the last few months. Even now, during one of their most romantic moments, he wanted to cry.

Her light blue eyes set deep in black circles and her face was ashen, but nothing could cover her beauty. Especially as the lowering sun bounced off her soft blonde curls, and a seductive smile was plastered on her face. Rob scooted closer and wrapped his arms around her.

She ran a hand through his short brown hair and kissed his lips. The softness of her touches subduing the sadness for only a moment. It was hard to live with the knowledge that she was dying, and he hadn’t left her side since she had been diagnosed with cancer. Filling her days with spontaneous adventures like this ride on a horse carriage around England, he would do anything to make the rest of her life special.

When she patted his knee and put her attention back on the peaceful surroundings, he could feel the excitement roll off her. Anticipation caused knots to form in his stomach as they got closer to their destination. This moment had to be perfect for his sweet angel. He reached up and covered her eyes before they rounded the last corner.

She tried to wiggle out of his hands, but Rob inched closer to her ear and whispered, “My love. We’re almost there, and I don’t want to spoil the surprise. Keep your eyes closed.”

Slowly lifting his hands to make sure she had complied, he halted the carriage and rushed to the back. He rummaged around and a glance back at Josephine made him smile.

She stood on the carriage with her eyes held shut and a wide grin on her face. The joyous chirps of birds suited his agenda well. The scenery was phenomenal. Two trees with dark pink blooms sat in the center of a meadow. These blooms also covered the ground, and in the middle, Rob had laid out a picnic.

Enveloping his wife with his massive arms, he savored every second of this time with her. “Keep your eyes shut.” He led her close to a blanket.

“One more second.” Rob stripped and laid down in the center of the two cherry blossoms.

“I don’t think I can wait any longer.” She started shifting on her feet.

“Okay, I’m ready. You can open them now.”

She stifled a giggle and hurried to his side. “It’s absolutely beautiful, but I don’t understand why you would lay in the middle of such a wonderful view naked. It ruined the whole thing.”

“Hey.” Rob pinned her under him. “At least I don’t have a huge, ugly freckle on my boob.”

They laughed then Rob kissed Josephine deeply. She moved into the kiss and struggled to remove her clothes. Soon, they enjoyed the dance that only lovers can make while the sun moved slowly over the horizon.

When finished, they both lay naked and watched the stars come out one by one. Josephine lay in the crook of Rob’s arm twiddling with a branch of cherry blossoms while Rob ran a finger down her arm.

She turned to face him. “This is so wonderful. Thanks for bringing me here.”

“I found this place a few years ago on that business trip I took. All I could think about was how the beauty reminded me of you. I knew I would bring you here one day, but I didn’t know it would be under these circumstances.” His mood sobered.

Silence surrounded them and Rob laid his head on hers. Tears threatened. He had to be strong for Josephine. How could he accept this tragedy that had befallen them?

“I’m going to miss the hell out of you.” Rob’s voice broke and wet drops fell onto his wife’s rosy cheeks. “I’ll be okay. I promise.” It was a lie. A heck of a lie. He doubted he’d ever be okay, but he had to make Josephine believe it so she could be happy in her final days.

She faced him and wiped away his tears. “I’ll still be with you Rob. Forever and always here.” She pointed to his heart.

“I know, but I don’t understand why nature chose to take you away from me. Of all the people in the world you are the one that gets this horrible disease.”

“I don’t know either.” She paused then gave him a long kiss. “I love you, and I wouldn’t have spent such a special moment with anyone else. You’ve made my last days here worth living.”

Looking down at the blooms in her hand, she slowly slid them into Rob’s hand. “Here take these and keep them to always remember the time we‘ve had here. The peacefulness of it, and the happiness. This is how I want you to always remember me.”

Rob took the small flowers in his hand and felt a thick wave of serenity come over him. Lying back, he finally was able to accept the fact of Josephine’s death and would make sure that every second he had with her would be just as special as today. He grasped her fragile fingers and looked out at the darkening sky.

The End

This was entered into a writing contest on the Harlequin Forums. I didn’t place in the top, but it still was fun. You can find the entry, along with other great ones, at the link below

Harlequin Forums Writing Challenge

Change: The Good and The Bad

Spring Forward, Amber Autry, Change, Romance Author

Spring Forward, Amber Autry, Change, Romance Author

Change. It’s a part of life. Something we all go through. There’s good change, bad change, and the change you thought was going to be good but winds up being bad. I’ve had a lot of change the last few months. Some good and some bad. But, honestly, I see good things come from bad changes every time. Whether it be something I learned or something much better around the corner.

I’ll start at the beginning of the year. There were two major things that happened to me. One good and one bad. First, we (me and hubs) decided we needed to shut down our business. It was a sad day, but long overdue. I learned a lot as a business owner and in the shutting down process. So, there was some good that came out of this bad.

But, as they say, when one door closes, another opens. For the most part, this has proven to be true in my life. On January 4th, 2013, I participated in a speed date with the editor. This is where I pitched a novel idea (the manuscript wasn’t required to be started) to an editor for the Harlequin Intrigue line. The editor requested a FULL manuscript. I was so ecstatic. This was the hugest step in my writing career. Everyone keep their fingers crossed for me.

Anyway, some other good changes. I got a new job and a promotion. My husband got a good position as a manager, and this just may be our best year yet. I have lots of goals to accomplish and many more changes for the better in my future. I’m sure some bad will come too, but the good always out weighs the bad. Keeping a positive attitude is key.

Don’t forget to Spring Forward this Sunday, and remember, during the time change, now is the time for you to make the difference to have some good changes come your way too. What good changes have come your way already this year? What are some you feel will come to you later in the year?

Romantic Melody


There comes a time in life that you find someone that completes you.
Someone who follows the same life melody as you.
And when you find them, you mustn’t let them go.
That’s when you make the most meaningful promise in you life.
The one that speaks of forever.
The two of you have found that someone and have made that promise.
Today, your forever begins and may your melodies always stay in rhythm.

Written by Amber Autry 2012

Potential Greeting Card? What are your thoughts?

The Unwanted Goodbye

Salty drops flow down rosy cheeks.
Once beating in unison with another,
a heart was now alone.

Knees fell to the ground.
Moist palms tightly held fresh flowers.
Smells of fresh dirt filled the air.

Gray stone etched with words of remembrance
burned into the mind of a loved one.
A man who sacrificed everything lay below.

He fought hard for his country
and for the freedom of many.
Years will pass before inner wounds heal.

But as the woman kneeled,
she sobbed softly as she gave
an unwanted goodbye.

Written by Amber Autry 2012

Second attempt at poetry. What do you think?

Inspirations: Romantic Comedy

I thought this was funny and wanted to share. What are some cases where you were trying to be romantic, but your lover ruined it?

Inspirations: Nora Roberts’ thoughts on romance.

        This video about Nora was something I just had to share. I love good romance novels where the hero takes the heroine out on a picnic under the stars. But when it comes to my personal life, just waiting on my husband to get home from work is a joy far better than what I read in any book. What are your thoughts on romance in the real life?

Serialized Mondays: Start your week with fiction: Beyond the Threshold: Episode Three

If you would like to start from the beginning, please press the Beyond the Threshold tab at the top of this page.

“What?” Elaine’s mouth dropped open. “What do you mean in an hour?”

“Your sister, Rose, made an appointment for today at three. Would you like to confirm this, or do we need to reschedule?”

Now Rose had gone too far. This was uncalled for. “I told her I didn’t want to see a therapist. I’m surprised she scheduled without my permission. So, no, I don’t want to confirm or reschedule. Sorry about the inconvenience.”

“Ma’am, if you don’t mind, all I’m asking is for one ten-minute session. No obligation. You don’t have to say one word to me. Your sister is concerned, and I’m sure if you at least see me it’ll calm her nerves.”

He had a point, and ten minutes wasn’t that long. What could this guy say or do in that short period that would cause pain? Besides, maybe Rose would get off her back about things for a while.

Elaine took a deep breath. “Okay, ten minutes. That’s it.”

“Alright, I’ll see you soon.”

After hanging up the phone, Elaine sank into the couch. Why couldn’t everyone just leave her alone? She was perfectly content to stay indoors by herself. Maybe she’d lock the door and never let anyone in again, but she couldn’t completely turn her back on the world. So, she was stuck with talking to the damn therapist.

When the doorbell rang, she took her time to answer. In front of her stood a man with short, gray hair. His aura radiated with a pleasing nature. It was so strong, she almost felt giddy. Without realizing it, a smile spread across her face.

As she beckoned him inside, she said, “Come in and have a seat.”

Reaching out, he took her hand. “I’m glad to finally meet you. Your sister told me a lot of good things about you.”

“Really? That’s good.” She wondered what non-good things her sister had said. “Okay, let’s get down to business.”

He waited for her to sit down, then opened a notepad. “So, if you don’t mind, tell me how you got to where you are today.”

Friday: Weekend Inspirations

I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy.  I want to gorge you with all the joys of the flesh, so that you faint and die.  I want you to be amazed by me, and to confess to yourself that you had never even dreamed of such transports…. When you are old, I want you to recall those few hours, I want your dry bones to quiver with joy when you think of them.  ~Gustave Flaubert, letter to wife Louise Colet, 15 August 1846

A love letter that has me and everyone of my readers sweating. How does your love show their affection to you?

Wednesday: Hump Day Hottie

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OH la la, I want to touch those abs, then I can come home to my husband. Is there anything wrong with that?

Caption Contest. Who can come up with the wittiest caption?

Serialized Mondays: Start your week with fiction: Beyond the Threshold: Episode 2

If you want to start from the beginning, please click the tab labeled, Beyond The Threshold, at the top of this page.

“Elaine,” Rose screeched rushing over to smother Elaine with a hug. “You look… good.”

“You don’t have to lie, Rose.” Elaine glared at her younger sister. “What are you doing here anyway?”

“Now, that’s no way to talk to me. I’ve got some good news.” Rose dumped the contents of her duffel bag on the battered kitchen table. “I’m getting married!”

The elaborate smile Rose beamed across the room did little to break through Elaine’s mood, but she tried her best to look happy for her sister. “Congratulations.”

“You know what the best part is?” Rose held up a picture of a lavender dress. “You’re going to be my Maid of Honor.”

“How am I going to do that if I can’t even leave the apartment? You know I don’t go beyond that door.”

“Come on, sis. You can do it for me. I won’t be happy without you there at my side.” She handed Elaine a business card. “I hired a therapist to help you prepare for the next few months. That’s his card if you need to call him. It’s time to put everything behind you, especially the horrible way that man treated you.”

An image of Tom’s face flashed in her mind and she crippled to the ground, covering her head with her arms. Just as quick as the picture entered her mind, it disappeared. Realizing there was no danger, she slowly stood, pushing away the hand her sister held out.

“I can’t do this. It’s too much for me. I’m sorry Rose, but can you leave?”

Rose’s concern turned to a pout. “But I wasn’t done. I wanted to go over my plans with you, and I have something else to tell you.”

“Not now. I just need to be left alone.”

“Well, I guess I can come back tomorrow. I love you.” She hugged Elaine and left.

Before Elaine could drag herself to her room for a nap, the phone rang. “Hello,” she answered.

“Hello, is this Elaine Ferguson?” a male voice asked.

“Yes. Who’s speaking?”

“This is Jordan Hartsfield with Hartsfield Anxiety and Phobia Treatment Center. I was calling to confirm our first meeting in an hour.”