A few words from Iyana,
Happy New Year!
2013 left
us several days ago but I think it’s not too late to talk about your
resolutions. I’ve never made them before and this time I also prefer to call them
things I want to do and to happen in the year to come.
I’m lucky
enough to have about ten publishers release my stories last year, but for 2014,
I still have dreams that some other publishers will accept my stories. I will
not say who they are, of course, and not to say that I have problems with Evernight, oh no, not all. In fact, I
will have one more story coming out from them soon. *coughs, coughs* Anyway, let’s
just say I really, really hope I can spread my wings a bit wider!
Another
thing is about writing novel-sized stories. So far, I have published short
stories and novellas. I so hope that I can publish longer work someday. My
dream is to have my very own paperbacks. *sighs* How I want to feel with my
hands the physical proofs of my work!
Those are
my dreams so far. How about you? What are your new year’s resolutions or dreams
you want to realize this year?
This Isn’t Goodbye
by Iyana Jenna
Romance on the Go
Stay-at-home dad Taylor MacLean
chose his life knowing he could rely on the trust fund from his rich
grandmother. He didn’t have to work a day in his life. He preferred to take
care of his baby daughter Janine and, when he was not busy changing diapers, he
would get down to his art studio.
After finishing college, Jamie
Selkirk followed his dream to be a photographer. Now working for a famous
fashion magazine, Jamie spent more and more of his time away from Taylor and
Janine, his husband and daughter. Can the couple learn to put each other first
before their marriage begins to crumble?
EXCERPT
Taylor
went still for a moment before he let Jamie go. Jamie's body turned rigid a
moment ago, a tell-tale sign every time his boy almost said something
important. It disappointed him when Jamie only said that he needed an aspirin.
Really, Jamie, an aspirin? Taylor had put a full bottle on the glass table in
the living room next to the couch where they both slept last night.
"Go
ahead. It's on the table," Taylor said in dismissal. "You would've
seen it if you hadn't been so busy wanting to throw up."
Taylor
turned around abruptly. He combed his hair back. He’d acted mean and
thoughtless. He caught a pained reflection in Jamie's eyes. Taylor wanted to
leave the room, this very second.
"Taylor?"
Incomprehension and hurt chased one after another in Jamie's voice, and Taylor
couldn't take it anymore.
"I
heard something. I think Janine’s woken up."
"Janine."
Jamie's trembling voice stopped him in his tracks. "I haven't seen her
since ... since I don’t remember when."
Yeah,
Taylor knew it must’ve been too long since Jamie saw their daughter. He'd
stormed out of the house right after breakfast yesterday morning.
"Don't
you miss her, Jamie? Or is your job and are all those parties still too
important for you? More important than your own daughter?" It crossed Taylor's
mind that she was Jamie's and not his, but he figured it would be mean of him
to say that. They’d both agreed to use a surrogate, and they were married. It
meant whatever belonged to Jamie belonged to him, too.
"I
want to see her," Jamie said, his voice so thin Taylor thought he was
imagining it.
"She's
okay," he said. "I checked her earlier. She slept through the night
while I was down here." He stopped at once. Jamie didn't know Taylor slept
with him on the couch.
But
nothing escaped that pretty head.
"Down
here? Were you with me?" Jamie’s face flushed and Taylor wanted to grab
him right there.
"Uhh,
yeah."
"Taylor."
"I
just missed you."
Jamie
sniffled, but he stayed still. Taylor balled his fists.
"Aw,
what the hell." He lunged forward at Jamie right at the same time as Jamie
moved toward him. They met halfway, grasped each other's face, and mashed their
lips together.
“Wait
a minute.” Jamie pulled back, gasping.
“What?
Jamie?”
“I
have to tell you something.”
“No,
you don’t. I missed you. You’re all I want.”
“I
need to tell you I’m sorry. I’m sorry I neglected Janine and you. I won’t do
that again, ever.”
Taylor
cupped Jamie’s face. “You don’t need to apologize.”
“Yes,
I do.”
“Then
I’m sorry, too.”
“What
for?”
“I
ignored what my husband needed.”
Jamie
smiled. “So do you forgive me?”
Taylor
swept him off his feet and grazed his lips lightly against Jamie’s.
“I
already have.”
Taylor
kissed deeper and drank in everything he could. He couldn't remember the last
time he’d kissed Jamie. All the models in the world and their neighbors could
want him, but Jamie belonged to him.
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About the Iyana:
Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city
famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling
stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you
can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams,
though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she
prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather
than sleeping.
Another thing Iyana loves is
kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil,
Mermood, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would
play with her when she writes.
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