Title: More Than Words Can Say
Author: Mari Suggs
Genre: YA Fantasy
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: Aug 22 2013
Editions/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
On her journey to becoming the next singing sensation, Lylah is completely stopped in her tracks when she meets William, a singer with the voice of an angel. Instantly Lylah and William are drawn to each other like magnets.
Lylah and William are both puzzled by the unbreakable bond they feel. However, days after meeting, Lylah starts to decipher exactly why they feel such a connection. She starts to see visions of the past lives they’ve lived together and what she sees in each vision breaks her heart.
After months of internal turmoil, Lylah now has a heart breaking decision to make. Does she abandon the love she can’t live without? Or, does she dismiss what she has seen and risk everything…
Mari Suggs lives in Orlando, Florida with her husband and 2 kids. She loves the entire process of writing. The notion of being able to take an idea and expand upon it by creating a passionate storyline with interesting characters is all very magical to her. She likes reading most book genres; but enjoys the Young Adult stories most. In her down time she loves watching T.V. and is obsessed with Netflix.
Her biggest goal in life is to inspire and motivate people to follow their dreams.
Excerpts (Please Choose Only One)
“Ok, how about you just come to our first meeting and talk to him,” she exasperated. “I was talking to him about you.”
“About me? Why?” I interrupted.
“Just listen, you might want to hear this,” she whispered. “I was talking to him about you, and I showed him a picture of you and he thinks he knows you. He was very interested in meeting you. In fact, he insisted that I bring you to our first meeting.”
Snap out of it! Say hello dummy. “Call me Lylah, hi, nice to meet you too,” I said stretching out my hand to meet his, frozen in place, mesmerized with his beautiful blue eyes. I felt I could see straight through to his soul. His face was so strong and at the same time so tender, I felt lost in his expression.
Holding my gaze and my hand longer than the usual greetings last, he let go, and he moved slightly back, letting me go pass him to the sofa.
I looked around as I made my way to the sofa, admiring all the trophies displayed in the family room where we were gathered. Instead of a family room, it looked like a shrine for Britney. This seemed to be very typical of parents with an only child. There were pictures on display from her first step to her junior year. Cheerleading trophies, Dance Competition trophies, you name it, she's done it. After making my way to my seat, I took a deep breath and I suddenly felt at ease and not nervous at all, my nerves had disappeared.
“So what do you have in mind?” He asked us, his eyes met mine once again, and this time I looked down, afraid that he would see straight through to me. I was afraid he would be able to know exactly what I was thinking, how in awe I was of him. How immature I felt, be strong, he’s only a guy, I said eagerly to myself. Then again, so what if he looks at me, and notices how in awe I am of him? With my newly found confidence, I found myself admiring him even more. I thought how his white t-shirt showed his muscles on his chest and arms just right, and how his blue jeans formed around him perfectly. He really was beautiful, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, but it was much more than that, although his physical appearance was nice, something about him was drawing me to him, and I couldn’t explain it.
I took a deep breath closed my eyes and began to sing the simplest song I knew. I prayed I wouldn’t forget any of the words, and that I wouldn’t get flat.
I managed to finish without messing up the words, I think I stayed on key and most importantly I didn’t pass out. I kept my eyes closed the entire time, therefore, I didn’t know if he was pleased or not. If he thought I was awful, I would only know when I opened my eyes.
By the time I opened my eyes and lifted my head, he was up from his seat, at my side, and whispered, “now was that so hard? You did great,” he said as his fingers slightly graced my chin.
“Dance with me,” he said. I took his hand and started engaging in a slow romantic dance. He softly started gliding his hands up and down my back as we danced. I ran my fingers through his hair, and I could feel me clutching tighter and tighter to him. He took one of his hands from my back and gently moved my hair from the front to the back. He passionately kissed my neck and worked his way to my mouth. His kiss was deep, but soft at the same time. It had a force behind it, almost like he’d been keeping it in for months. I returned the kiss in the same vigorous way. We were both like magnets pulling toward each other, we could not break free.