Give and Take
Stories from Beauville #1
By: Tigris Eden
Releasing May 19th, 2015
Kats Kreative Ideas
Compromise is a word Annabelle Macon knows well. Sacrifices at home, in college and with her career, have all given her the tools to be the person she is. Now it seems she must also make concessions for her long-time love, Jackson Storme.
Six months into their relationship, and he’s already making unrealistic demands. With distance putting that much more of a strain on their relationship, how are the two ever going to manage?
Old insecurities have a way of resurfacing, making Anna feel less than suitable for someone like Jackson. She’s worked hard to get to where she is now. Her life and her work are clashing, making matters worse. Bringing a whole new meaning to work/life balance. But Anna knows that with a little give and take everything will fall into place, regardless of the obstacles that may stand in her way.
One of Tigris’ fondest memories, was in the sixth grade, when her teacher read her story, “The Case of The Missing Pepperoni”, out loud to the class. It was then she decided she wanted to be a writer when she grew up. But like all childhood dreams, reality has a way of crashing in and disrupting plans. But her imagination and the voices inside her head never stopped talking. Every dream she could remember was jotted down in her dream journals.
When she’s not writing Tigris marvel’s at life’s gifts. She likes to take pictures of beautiful things. She openly admits that what she may find beautiful another person might not, and she’s perfectly okay with that. She enjoys her music and doesn’t leave home without it. Long pillow conversations with LL about nonsensical things, and hanging out with her boys, when they deem her “cool enough.”
Tigris is a military brat who’s done her fair share of travelling, thanks to her Army father. She’s married to the infamous LL and has three boys. She currently resides in Houston and is actively seeking a book-buddy for the end of the world.
My insecurities try breaking through the glass wall I built to hold it prisoner. I’m not going to let the past invade our future.
“I’m no Angel sweetheart.” Jackson smirks patting the empty spot on the bed next to him. I move without thought. I am so attuned to this man, and it scares me sometimes. But I quickly squash the rising fear. It’s Jackson, and he’d never do anything intentionally to hurt me. I’m like a moth to his undying flame. I’m forever drawn to him. The air he breathes is an attractant to me. The moment I hit the bed he pulls me into his lap, making me straddle his thighs. Face-to-face now, Jackson stares at me. His eyes search mine. Callused hands cup my face; his golden-brown eyes are piercing as he just stares. This close I can see there are flecks of yellow, green, and gold with an overcast of amber that surround his pupil. He has such an intense stare I almost look away. A rumble of a groan travels up his throat and I can feel the vibration through his fingertips as they touch my skin. He does hold me. Owns my heart, my soul. I’m a shell of a woman when it comes to Jackson Storme, and as pathetic as it sounds, I can’t let it overwhelm me. There is much more to me, than the love struck girl I seem to be whenever he’s near. His thumbs stroke over my cheeks, and his eyes penetrate the haze he’s cast over me.
“Baby, do you know what you do to me, how I ache for you?”
“Feelings mutual sheriff.”
“Oh, don’t I know it baby girl.” He whispers.
Warmth surrounds me as his lips graze my forehead. Jackson moves to kiss me softly against my lips.
“I wonder if you know.” He whispers against my mouth.