On the outside Emily Bruel lives the perfect life. She’s been happily married for almost ten years with two beautiful children. Living on New York City’s Upper East Side, she inhabits a palatial townhouse that was once an embassy. She has a live-in nanny, a housekeeper, a cook, a driver, a masseuse and a trainer. Young, skinny, stunning, she wants for nothing. Except, of course, the want she has for her husband to stop ignoring her existence and touch her, the way he did once.
Emily starts rewinding her love story with the most beautiful man she has ever laid eyes on: Louis Bruel. He was once deemed New York City’s most eligible bachelor. He plucked and hooked the then eighteen-year-old innocent and stunning Emily Marcus before the world had a chance to lay eyes on her. He created a life for Emily that others could only dream of. Was she a fool to trust that one woman could be enough for the insatiable, gorgeous, playboy millionaire? Can their uninhibited, scorching romance just fizzle out and die? With the help of ‘80s songs we journey back with Emily into their lives and their love in rewind.
Have you ever felt so consumed by someone that your heart literally beat for this other person? That was how Emily felt about her husband, Louis Bruel. Louis used to feel the same way once upon a time for her as well but something shifted in their marriage. Gone was her lover, her best friend and her husband she once knew and now in his place was an empty shell of him.
“Was the man sleeping beside me really my Louis? Where was the man that promised to move heaven and earth to make sure I was his and no one else’s? That was when I knew that our happily ever after had gone terribly wrong?”
“When we first met I was an eighteen year old nobody. He was almost thirty years old and very much a somebody. How could I not fall madly in love with the wonderful Louis Bruel?”
But it was Emily he set his eyes on. She daydreamed of him during each one of his parties that she waitressed at. And when she least expected it, is when he jumped towards his prey, his very young prey.
“Are you trying to make me come in my pants in front of all my clients, little girl? I’ve been jerking off to the vision of your tits in that white top for the last two weeks.”
Ummm, WOWZA, talk about just WOW, I had to read that two times to make sure I read it correctly!!! That would definitely have me pay attention and stop my daydreaming or anything else I was doing!
I couldn’t stop reading because of the sex, the romance, the extravagance of how he captured Emily.
“We were inseperable, insatiable and omnivorous, sharing ourselves with no one but each other.”
Louis Bruel, once the Most Eligible Bachelor had converted into the Most off the Market Sexy Piece of Ass that had all the women crying in their ice cream.
Even though they married and had children, their sex life was still rocking for several years and had me completely jealous. But then something changed and Emily had no idea what happened.
“I felt him emotionally withdraw from me, from us. When I would start to cry after he couldn’t bring himself to have sex with me, he kissed me and told me how much he loved me and that all this was just a temporary hurdle he needed to overcome. It was easier than facing the truth.”
What was the truth? She had inklings but nothing concrete. So what is a woman to do with no proof but continue to put on a happy face, meanwhile breaking down inside. Louis Bruel was “part of my existence, part of myself. You have been every line I ever read since I first came here.”
About Tali Alexander
“Nothing really to tell, what you see is what you get.”
I am every woman out there that has fantasies in her head. I am a daughter, a granddaughter, a sister, a wife, a lover, a mother, and a friend. I happen to also be a Doctor of Pharmacy and a business owner by day, and now a writer by night. Writing and reading help me escape the scary world we live in. I hope my stories help readers experience many different emotions and ultimately, I hope I make them smile…
Writing keeps me sane. I hope reading does the same for you.