One Page Love Story

"Do you think there are others," she asked, "with love stories just as good as our own?" "Yes," he said, "let me show you."

Thank You Sophie Madeleine

When someone inspires you towards one dream, you say, “Thank you.” When that same person might help you cross a second dream off, you write them the movie script. This is a story I’ve wanted to write for a long time: A girl and her guitar in America. What I could never come up with was the right girl. That is, until I heard “Silent Cynic” this past January and it all clicked. So, thank you, Sophie Madeleine—once more for 30 Days/30 Covers which served as 1/3 of the inspiration for One Page Love Story, and for the music that made “A girl and her guitar” come true.

                                                                      -Rich

(Click the poster to be taken to the script, and/or here for a few notes that may be of interest to no one but myself.)

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In Her Head

 

It was love at first kiss,

two souls twisting around one existence;

That first date,

their first “I-love-you.”

A whirlwind romance,

her heart stops under his piercing gaze.

His proposal,

her ecstasy.

A fairytale story,

found only in the swelling soundtrack of a movie.

A small white wedding,

barefoot on a sandy shore.

The wedding night,

filling her in a way only a soul mate could.

 

He taps her shoulder:

“May I have a refill of coffee, please?”

She smiles shyly and pours his drink,

 

Sarah Robinson is the bestselling author of four novels in the romantic suspense and contemporary romance genre including Tainted Bodies, Book One of The Photographer Trilogy. She has several other novels in the works and is currently negotiating contracts with several publishing houses. She lives outside of Washington, DC with her husband, Justin, and their menagerie of pets. For more information on Sarah and her books, please visit her website.

Excerpt From Tainted Pictures (The Photography Trilogy #2)

             She hurried down the stairs and towards the apartment lobby, excitedly pushing through the front doors and standing out on the front steps. She stopped in her tracks as she realized what she was looking at. There was Derrick standing on the sidewalk holding open the door of a very long, black limousine and grinning at her with the excitement of a child on Christmas morning. She smiled at him and sauntered slowly down the steps towards him.

            “What’s all this?” She asked him coyly. 

            “Every princess deserves a royal carriage.” He teased her and made a slight attempt at a bow. She laughed and leaned in to kiss him which he more than happily obliged. 

            “Well then, Prince Charming, let’s go to the ball.” She giggled and slipped into the back seat of the limousine. She had never ridden in one before and was feeling quite privileged to be doing so now. Derrick climbed in after her and made a motion to the driver to go. The driver just nodded and then pressed a button that raised the divider between them, leaving the two of them in total privacy. 

            “Care for a drink, my princess?” Derrick pulled open what looked like a wall panel at first but turned out to be a mini fridge instead. He lifted out a beautiful bottle of fine champagne and opened another panel for some glasses. He handed her a glass and expertly opened the bottle without even a popping sound. The movies always make it seem like you are supposed to shoot the champagne cork across the room and take out someone’s eye in the process but the truth is that a real sommelier who works with wines and champagnes daily will tell you the exact opposite. 

            “Thank you! Champagne means we have to toast, you know.” She told him in a matter of fact way, daring him to be put on the spot. He wasn’t easily intimidated and just smiled, raising his glass in the air.

            “To a beauty that never tarnishes, no matter the hardships she faces and to a love that never ends, no matter the mistakes he has made.” He said softly, gently touching the edge of his glass to hers. Kate’s eyes swelled up slightly as she felt her heart almost throbbing with emotion at how beautiful and sincere his sentiment was. She knew that trying to talk would only lead to choking up so she gulped down her champagne instead. 

            Derrick gently touched her cheek, brushing aside a piece of hair and then grazed his finger down her jaw line, grabbing her chin delicately between his thumb and index finger. He pulled her towards him and met her for a kiss, their lips soft and tender as they reminisced with one another. He then kissed her cheeks, her forehead, and the tip of her nose with such loving affection that she felt herself feeling like a school girl falling head over heels insanely quickly.

            Of course she already loved this man but he had this way of making her fall in love with him again and again. Time with him was never boring or stale, but rather exciting and continually fresh. She loved kissing him and feeling him against her and most of all she loved how much he loved her. He would do anything for her and she knew that now. Derrick was no longer the boyish guy she first fell in love with, he was a man and growing more so each passing day. 

            She took another sip of champagne a bit too quickly as she felt the butterflies in her stomach when she looked at him. She didn’t know where they were going or how long of a drive it was but there was nothing more she wanted to do then yank his suit and tie off right then and there. Derrick leaned in to kiss her again, eagerly looking at her lips and wanting to taste them again.

            Kate suddenly felt something in her chest and just as Derrick was moving in to kiss her, she belched right in his face. A loud, unladylike burp less than two inches from him. She couldn’t even believe it. Kate was mortified, her face turning bright red. Derrick jerked his head back in surprise at the sudden noise and movement and then burst out laughing when he realized what had just happened. 

            “Oh my god, I can’t even believe I just did that!” Kate groaned and put her hand over her face, feeling mortified.

            Derrick was still laughing, almost bellowing at this point, especially when he saw how embarrassed she was. He nearly fell off his seat as his body convulsed and tears sprung to his eyes.

            “Okay, it’s not that funny. Seriously, Derrick! You don’t have to make fun of me!” Kate said, trying to sound angry but in truth she was trying not to laugh as well. She grinned at him, still blushing as he leaned in and planted a firm kiss smack on her lips, and then continued laughing.

            “God, I love you, Kate. You never stop surprising me.” He winked at her and poured them both another glass of champagne. He raised his glass in the air for a second toast.

            “To a lifetime of surprises and laughter.” He said, still smiling and then clinked glasses with hers. She returned his smile and then sipped her champagne, much more slowly this time. 

Sarah Robinson is the bestselling author of four novels in the romantic suspense and contemporary romance genre including Tainted Bodies, Book One of The Photographer Trilogy. She has several other novels in the works and is currently negotiating contracts with several publishing houses. She lives outside of Washington, DC with her husband, Justin, and their menagerie of pets. For more information on Sarah and her books, please visit her website.

To read more of Logan’s Story, check it out on AmazonBarnes & NobleKoboiTunesGoodreadsScribd, or on Paperback

Personal Anecdote

            Being newly married, my husband and I are always looking to older couples for advice on how they kept their love alive for so long. We are still in our honeymoon phase, but we know that it might not always be that way.

            Every once in a while, we meet a couple that proves to us love can stand the test of time. Last night, we had the privilege of meeting our new neighbors. They are an awesome older couple who had been high school sweethearts. Now they are happily married, still in love, and also grandparents. 

            Seems like a sweet story, right? It gets much better.

            They’ve only been married 3 years. Maybe they are still in the honeymoon phase themselves. In fact, these two spent their entire lives waiting to find each other again. After almost 40 years apart, they reunited through Facebook—yes Facebook! My husband and I met online, so we found this particularly humorous over the age gap. 

            Less than a month after they found one another on Facebook, they were married and he moved across the entire country to be with her. They were both divorced with tons of kids and grandkids, but they had finally found the one that -they were always waiting for.

            I guess when you let The One slip through your fingers, you just have to remember that there is always hope.

Sarah Robinson is the bestselling author of four novels in the romantic suspense and contemporary romance genre including Tainted Bodies, Book One of The Photographer Trilogy. She has several other novels in the works and is currently negotiating contracts with several publishing houses. She lives outside of Washington, DC with her husband, Justin, and their menagerie of pets. For more information on Sarah and her books, please visit her website.

You Make Me Dance in Intersections at 2 a.m.

It’s a bright 2am and the radio is strumming

a sappy, upbeat tune as I drive home,

swaying to the giddy lyrics.

 

My hands tap the steering wheel

as I relive the excitement I felt when you

looked at me with that mischievous grin.

 

I stop at an intersection but the red light

crawls like your hand on my knee,

and there is no one for miles.

 

I slam up the stereo’s volume and

bounce out of my car.

The intersection is my dance floor

 

as I celebrate the night

by the red, green, and yellow hues

and the stars sparkling just for me. 

 

Sarah Robinson is the bestselling author of four novels in the romantic suspense and contemporary romance genre including Tainted Bodies, Book One of The Photographer Trilogy. She has several other novels in the works and is currently negotiating contracts with several publishing houses. She lives outside of Washington, DC with her husband, Justin, and their menagerie of pets. For more information on Sarah and her books, please visit her website.

Excerpt From Logan’s Story

            “I came here once on a field trip in school, but all I remember is the zoo and Central Park. This place is insane.” Logan said, wide-eyed, as he and Gina walked down the New York City sidewalk together early the next morning. 

            “It’s wonderful, isn’t it?” Gina smiled, dreamily.

            “You’ve been here before?” He asked, grabbing her hand in his and squeezing it gently as he smiled at her. He was absolutely intoxicated with the look of pure love on her face right now, he had never seen her look at anything the way she was looking at New York.

            “Oh yeah, I lived here for a long time. Grew up here. I only moved out by you for graduate school, but I always planned on coming back. This place is in my blood.” She hugged herself, pulling his arm along with her, as they stepped off the busy sidewalk and entered Strawberry Fields.

            Logan stopped walking for a moment and swiftly drew her into him, pressing her tightly against his chest as his arms wrapped around her. He leaned down and kissed her softly, but only for a moment. The taste of her lips and the feeling of her pressed against him built a hunger that almost overtook him and he deepened their kiss, crushing himself against her as she eagerly wrapped her arms around his neck. When Logan finally pulled away he had no idea how much time had just passed.

            “What was that for?” Gina grinned and winked at him as they started walking again, still holding hands.

            “That look on your face just then, you love this city.” Logan smiled at her.

            “Mmhm, I really do.” She sighed, the look crawling onto her face again.

            “And I love you and one day, you’re going to look at me like that.” Logan said nonchalantly, as he continued to walk even though Gina had suddenly slowed down.

            “What?” She stared up at him, looking into his sparkling blue eyes to see if she had just heard what she thought she heard.

            “Do I need to repeat myself?” He turned to her and grinned.

            “Heck yes, you need to repeat yourself.” She exclaimed, stomping her foot and pretending to look annoyed even though he could see the light dancing in her eyes.

            “Gina, I freaking love you. Happy?” He tilted his head and grinned as she rolled her eyes, but couldn’t hold back the huge smile now plastered on her face.

            “Darn it, Logan. We haven’t even talked about a relationship or anything like that. You’re just going to spring that on me?” She sputtered, a strong blush creeping up her face.

            “Tell me you don’t love me then.” Logan cocked his eyebrows up and stared at her defiantly, daring her to lie to him. She stood there biting her lip with one hand on her hip, glancing at him and then glancing away.

            “Tell me you don’t love me.” Logan said more slowly and definitively as he stepped forward, closing the gap between them. She glanced up at him again, her breath caught in her throat.

            “Darn it.” She stomped her foot and groaned then flung herself right at Logan, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him hard as he caught her and left her feet dangling above the ground. His grip tightened on her as he kissed her back, relishing in the smile on her face that she couldn’t hide. 

            “Don’t you know by now that I never do what I’m told?” She whispered into his ear, kissing him again. He let out a loud laugh and squeezed her tighter. He then kissed her lips, the tip of her nose, both of her cheeks, and finally her forehead before he put her back down on the ground. 

Sarah Robinson is the bestselling author of four novels in the romantic suspense and contemporary romance genre including Tainted Bodies, Book One of The Photographer Trilogy. She has several other novels in the works and is currently negotiating contracts with several publishing houses. She lives outside of Washington, DC with her husband, Justin, and their menagerie of pets. For more information on Sarah and her books, please visit her website.

To read more of Logan’s Story, check it out on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, iTunes, Goodreads, Scribd, or on Paperback

Finding You, Finding Me

I climbed dirt steps cut into the side of a hill

threatened by a single rainfall to slide away

and I carved your name into an apple tree until

I wandered every path that led me astray.

 

I heard the first cry of a newborn baby girl

and the last breath of a dying old man,

picked through shells but never found a pearl,

stored bits of rocks and you in a coffee can.

 

I saw the ruins where the lonely and tired

before me took their last rest,

I laid my head on the moon inspired

and asked for her sleep in a twilight nest

 

while I went dreaming of you.

I sang aloud hoping for a smile on your face,

squinted my eyes to see through the dust for a clue

But saw my spirit held in the hollows of your embrace.

 

I felt the scrapes on my knees, kissed the scars on my side,

the bruises patterned on my cheek sweetened

and I spoke to the Sun but He never even tried

and there was no light as I crawled through the bones of the beaten,

 

I walked the path leading to all you became,

took a bus all the way to your home on your fears,

A taxicab to that tree in the valley with your name,

rode a train to the beach and swam through your tears.

 

I laid down just to look up as your stars wept

but the hole that you left in my heart was blind,

I saw your Bible and the drawers where your secrets slept

but you were the only one I have ever wanted to find.

 

And now I know I’ve lost you forever,

because I looked everywhere and never

except for the mirror where you still hide

or at all the times that you still tried.  

 

Sarah Robinson is the bestselling author of four novels in the romantic suspense and contemporary romance genre including Tainted Bodies, Book One of The Photographer Trilogy. She has several other novels in the works and is currently negotiating contracts with several publishing houses. She lives outside of Washington, DC with her husband, Justin, and their menagerie of pets. For more information on Sarah and her books, please visit her website.

Listen Up, Baby Girl

When I push those dark curls off her tiny forehead in the middle of the night,

watching her breathe in promises and fairytales about pixies and sprites,

I will tell her the things she will need to know about this world and its sights.

 

I will tell her to find a home that is made up of flesh and bones,

because houses can be built from brick, dirt, and stones,

but the eyes of those who love you are the only place to call home.

 

I’ll say, Baby Girl, I know that life can hurt and will always knock you down,

but you can’t understand the beauty of a smile until you have seen a frown.

So paint a smile on a stranger’s face with kind adjectives and nouns.

 

And don’t let a schedule dictate your every move, but if you do, I’ll say,

pencil in time to walk through a garden or watch the trees sway.

Don’t let your plans make you miss the chance to be led astray.

 

I will tell her not to spend her life counting dough since money is only paper and dye,

instead bake it into a soft, warm bread that melts the glare of gold in any eye,

and give it out to anyone with empty pockets and hunger in their cry.

 

I’ll say, Baby Girl, your hands have the power to hurt and your eyes, the power to heal,

so, never forget that before you learned to stand, you had to kneel.

Give everyone a second chance if you want to be given the same deal.

 

And always stick out your tongue to taste the tiny snowflakes, I’ll tell her,

but even if that first time, it burns your throat like a strong liquor,

don’t be afraid to keep tasting until it’s the cool ice you prefer.

 

I’ll tell her no matter how hard you will try to fix the world and its messes,

and how they pin your worth on failures and disregard your successes,

it will still be broken so pick just one person and mend all their stresses.

 

And when you meet that boy who makes your heart pound so loud,

you would swear he could hear it even from across the largest crowd,

please don’t resist, just give him the chance to make you proud.

 

And, Baby Girl, know that if life is so heavy, you can’t carry it anymore,

if there is a dam of burning tears just threatening to pour,

then just come home because that is what mother’s arms are for.

 

Sarah Robinson is the bestselling author of four novels in the romantic suspense and contemporary romance genre including Tainted Bodies, Book One of The Photographer Trilogy. She has several other novels in the works and is currently negotiating contracts with several publishing houses. She lives outside of Washington, DC with her husband, Justin, and their menagerie of pets. For more information on Sarah and her books, please visit her website.

Excerpt from Tainted Bodies (The Photography Trilogy, #1)

            Kate spotted her favorite hole-in-the-wall coffee shop, and looking at her watch, she decided to reward herself for her timing by stopping in for a tall vanilla latte.  She opened the door to be greeted by the delicious smell of coffee beans and her favorite smiling barista. The Java Jolt was a morning must-have for her and she felt her spirit lifting every time she walked through those front doors.

            “Miss Kate, good to see you this morning, would you like your usual?” asked Jimmy, a high-school student whose favorite days at work were the days that Kate comes in.

            Kate was always surprised at the attention she received from men regarding her looks. At five foot six inches, she wasn’t particularly tall. She was far from stick thin, instead probably a few pounds over what she should be. She had dark brown, curly hair that hung all the way down her back and jumped about in any way it pleased, regardless of what she wanted.

            Her pale skin contrasted her dark, piercing brown eyes, brunette hair color, and ruby red lips causing an almost doll-like look to her. She dressed simply but professionally, going for comfort more than glamour, if you didn’t count her high heel shoes. But even with her striking features, Kate often thought of herself as plain, which made her oblivious to the hints and attempts at flirting from the young barista.

            “Thank you, Jimmy, yes please.” Kate smiles at him.

            “Jimmy, add a large brewed coffee, two creams, and one sugar to that vanilla latte order,” said a deep voice behind her.

            Kate whirled around to see the face that belonged to that deep voice and was struck by the tall, handsome grin staring back at her.

            “Excuse me? Do I know you?” Kate asked, defiantly, stomping her foot on the ground in an attempt to look more confident.

            “Well you should, if you are planning on buying me a drink, or do you just make a habit of buying strange men their coffee?” The tall man jokingly smiled at her.

            Jimmy, awkwardly paused with the two empty cups in his hands, waiting for Kate’s approval before he made the drinks. Kate couldn’t decide whether she was furious at how rude this gentleman was or whether she was charmed by his initiative. Kate finally smiled slightly and nodded her consent, so Jimmy set about making the two drinks while watching out of the corner of his eyes at the interaction between the two jealously.

            “I’m Kate, Kate Jackson,” she said, extending her hand to him.

            “Derrick Kane.” His hand strongly grasped hers and his dark brown eyes pierced into hers, smiling at her with a wide, boyish grin that made her heart beat a little faster. He was definitely over six feet tall with the broadest shoulders that she had ever seen and the muscles on his arms could barely be contained in his collared blue shirt. An expensive black belt neatly held up his slacks while his shoes were recently polished and ready for work. His bright eyes seemed to glow against his dark, black skin as he smiled down at her. Jimmy, awkwardly coughed to interrupt their gaze, handing Kate her latte.

            “Thanks, Jimmy.” Kate handed him some change to pay for the two coffees.

            “Sure, Miss Kate, it’s no problem. Anytime.” Jimmy said, beaming at her, as he stood there waiting, hoping to continue the conversation. Kate just turned around, accidentally ignoring him.

            “Hey, buddy, the coffee?” Derrick reminded the barista. Jimmy glared at him, annoyed, then handed him his coffee.

            “Here you go, sir. One brewed coffee, three creams, two sugar.” Jimmy said bitterly to the man who he felt was stealing his crush.

            “Uh, actually, that was supposed to be two creams, one sugar…” Derrick awkwardly said while Jimmy gave him a look that could kill.

            “You know what, that’s fine, I like it better this way, anyways. Good call.” Derrick grinned and brushed it off while he took a big chug of his coffee to prove his point. Kate, watching this whole interaction, started laughing which only made Jimmy more bitter as he stormed away from the counter into the back of the coffee shop through a swinging door.

            “I don’t think he is my number one fan.” Derrick said to Kate, grinning.

            “I think you are right about that. How’s the coffee?” Kate said, chuckling as Derrick held the door and they exited the coffee shop.

            “Sweet. Really sweet.” Derrick twisted his face to show his disgust, which caused Kate to laugh again.

Sarah Robinson is the bestselling author of four novels in the romantic suspense and contemporary romance genre including Tainted Bodies, Book One of The Photographer Trilogy. She has several other novels in the works and is currently negotiating contracts with several publishing houses. She lives outside of Washington, DC with her husband, Justin, and their menagerie of pets. For more information on Sarah and her books, please visit her website.

To read more of The Photography Trilogy, check it out on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, Kobo, Scribd, Goodreads, or on Paperback.

Built For Him

I want to be his secret hiding place,

his passwords scrambled across my face.

 

I want to be the shade under his trees,

the tickling wind of a summer breeze,

to be that first glass of cold iced tea in July,

paired with country fresh apple pie.

 

I want to be in his every curve of ink,

every drop in the water he drinks,

to be the thread that mends his clothes

and the shoes that carry him where he goes.

 

I want to build him a fort as strong as his smile,

beg him to come visit every once in a while,

frame the walls with my fractured love,

and imagine I’m the one that he thinks of.

 

I want to be his secret hiding place,

the goal he sees at the end of his race. 

 

Sarah Robinson is the bestselling author of four novels in the romantic suspense and contemporary romance genre including Tainted Bodies, Book One of The Photographer Trilogy. She has several other novels in the works and is currently negotiating contracts with several publishing houses. She lives outside of Washington, DC with her husband, Justin, and their menagerie of pets. For more information on Sarah and her books, please visit her website.