Love Resurrected

Published: 12/04/2015

ISBN Digital: 9781509204724
Page Count: 79
Word Count: 18000
Rating: Sweet

The Center Stage Series

Parker Davenport is the best actor in Broadway Theater. Although he’s achieved golden status as the romantic lead in various productions, he still aches for the woman he left standing at the altar eleven-years earlier. He accepts the lead role in a well-known revival as a way of winning back Julia Sloan’s heart.

Julia Sloan is an actress with the voice of an angel with a reputation for giving an emotional performance that leaves not a dry eye in its wake. She jumps at the opportunity to work with a famous director as a lead vocalist in a play. A barrage of emotional turmoil breaks loose when she discovers the man who failed to appear on their wedding day is the lead actor. Will she forgive him and accept their resurrected love?


Her stomach clenched with excitement as she made her way toward the alley to find the backstage door. Under the guidance of famed director Jacqueline Van Busen, Julia would learn technique in its rawest form. A desire every serious theater actress yearned for.

In her anticipation, she hauled open the door, beelined through the entrance, and headed down the narrow hallway toward the stage. Her body tingled with eagerness as she walked onto the round platform.

After a quick familiarization of her surroundings, she scanned the theater looking for Ms. Van Busen, but instead of finding the director, she found something else. Correction, someone else.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

She did a double and then a triple take.

Her heart palpitated, as if it’d stopped a beat. The intense gaze of his familiar green eyes hit her first. Like a freaking ton of bricks. Memories of why she’d never returned to Orlando for more than a few days each year flooded her. Choking back the urge to be sick, she bit back a gasp to keep from drowning in her own emotions. The words her therapist told her to never forget whispered in her mind. A man can only hurt you if you allow it.

She pulled herself together at least for the present time. A once-over of him couldn’t hurt. So she let her gaze roam.

Parker Davenport, looking like a Greek god, leaned against one of the prop pieces and stared. A lock of ebony hair swept across his forehead, and a stray piece plastered against his brow. His form-fitting jeans hugged every inch of his sturdy body. He wasn’t bulky muscular, just down-right perfect. His white T-shirt clung to his body, and the patches of sweat near his armpits and neck even looked sexy.

Carefully drinking him in and begrudgingly impressed that the past eleven-years were good—actually great to him—she glanced again at the set piece he’d propped himself against.

Amazed at the irony of the moment, she chuckled. How apropos the prop piece in question happened to be the cross they’d hung Jesus from.

What was he doing here? She really needed to play it cool, be aloof, and act like his presence didn’t faze her in the least. Now her acting skills really needed to take center stage. Could she act under pressure? Darn straight. She could and would.

The last she’d heard he’d been performing on Broadway for the past years as the lead in Phantom of the Opera in the Majestic Theater. Yet here he was all sexy and brooding, staring at her like during their first high school production together eleven years ago.

Her stomach ached, and then the pain morphed into butterflies.

Mental note—get a refund from her therapist.

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