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What to Read Wednesday with Melanie Hansen ~ Giveaway

03 Feb

Thanks for coming back for another round of What to Read Wednesday 🙂 Today author Melanie Hansen has stopped by and she’s sharing an interview she conducted with her characters from her book UNQUIET. You won’t be disappointed 🙂

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Let’s get started …

 

The coffee shop is warm and inviting, one of those little boutique places with comfortable chairs and even a fireplace.  White lights are strung throughout, and the aroma of pumpkin spice washes over me.  I settle in a leather wingback chair not too far from the crackling fire, clutching a peppermint mocha, to wait for my guests.  I’m a little early, but that’s okay; this way I can observe them together in the split second before they notice me.

A few chocolatey sips later, and the door swings open to admit two men, obviously the ones I’m waiting for.  One of them is very tall, his navy-blue peacoat doing nothing to disguise his muscular frame.  He has dark hair, and a lean scruffy jaw I find very appealing.  His companion is a few inches shorter, blond, with bright green eyes that scan the room and fall on me.  They immediately light up with a delightful enthusiasm, and he approaches me with his hand out.  I stand to take it.

“Mrs. Hansen?” he asks, his voice deep and pleasant.  I squeeze his hand warmly and smile.

“Yes, but please call me Melanie, or even Mel.  All my friends do.”  That makes his eyes crinkle even more, and he pulls me into an impulsive hug.  I’m startled, but since I’m a hugger too, I return it.

“You can never have too many friends, right?” he says, and before I can reply, goes on, “You said you’d be wearing a really colorful scarf, and that’s the first thing I noticed.  It’s beautiful.  The colors are woven together so nicely, and I love the way it goes with your red hair.  Who would have thought purple would—“

“El.”  The taller man touches him on the shoulder, breaking into his speech.  “You didn’t even tell her your name.”  His voice is gently teasing, and the blond man’s eyes widen before he shoots me a grin so beautiful it hurts.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he says cheerfully.  “I’m Eliot Devlin, and this is my partner, Loren Smith.”

“Ma’am,” Loren murmurs, shaking my hand as well.

“Mel,” I correct him, and then sit back down in my chair, watching as they both remove their coats and drape them with care over the back of the loveseat opposite me.

Eliot perches on the cushions for a moment and then jumps back up.  “You want some coffee, honey?” he asks Loren.  “I’ll get myself an herbal tea.”  Without waiting for an answer he heads off to the counter.

Loren watches him go, then stretches his hands out toward the fire, quirking his lips at me.  “I’m always surprised by how cold it gets in Phoenix this time of year.  Hard to believe a few short months ago we were burning in hell.”

“I know, right?” I reply, returning his rueful look.  “And we’ll complain about the cold like we complain about the heat.  Arizonans are never happy.”

We share another grin before a loud shout of laughter captures our attention.  I glance toward Eliot, who’s talking with the barista in an overly animated tone, waving his hands.  She looks a little overwhelmed, but seems to be going along with the conversation gamely.

“He’s been a tad elevated this past month or so,” Loren remarks, watching me watching Eliot, as if looking for signs of judgment.  “But he’s okay.”

I give him a reassuring smile.  “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.  My cousin was bipolar.”

Loren’s face shows surprise.  “Oh.  I didn’t know.  When you said you wanted to write our story, I honestly wondered why you’d take on such a challenge.  It’s not an easy story to tell.”

I shrug, unable to meet his eyes.  “My cousin—she used to say how she’d never find anyone to love her.  She had a hard time seeing that she was loved.  So much.  She was brilliant, accomplished, beautiful…”

“Was?” Loren asked, his voice soft.  I suddenly find myself blinking back tears.

“She’s—she’s at peace now.”  My voice is a whisper.  “But I miss her.  I guess in writing your story I’m trying to show her that no matter what she thought, she was worthy of love.  Everyone is, no matter their challenges.  She never believed it.”

Loren reaches out to touch my knee.  “I’m sorry.”

I take another determined sip of my mocha, sitting up straighter.  “But tonight isn’t about that, it’s about finally meeting you and Eliot in person.  I’ve waited so long for this.”

All of a sudden Eliot’s voice gets even louder, and a few profanities drift to our ears.  Loren doesn’t get up, but he calls out, “El!”  When Eliot looks at him, Loren pinches the bridge of his nose as if staving off a sneeze.

Eliot nods, taking the drinks from the clearly relieved barista before heading back over to Loren and me.

Loren sips the coffee Eliot hands him, then grimaces.  “I think I’ll add a little sweetener,” he murmurs, getting up and walking over to the creamer table.

Eliot puts his tea down untouched and leans toward me.  “So Mel,” he exclaims, “how’s it hanging?”

“Fine,” I say with a smile.  “How are you?”

“Great!”  He launches into a detailed explanation of the decorating he and Loren have done on their home so far, and it sounds enchanting.  I tell him so.

“It is really fucking beautiful, Mel, just fucking awesome!”

I’m married to a sailor so I’m not fazed in the least by the F-bombs, but there are a couple of families with small children around us who shoot us dirty looks.  Loren catches Eliot’s eye as he returns to the couch and pinches the bridge of his nose again, and I realize it’s some kind of signal between them.

I ask Eliot about it, and he gives me a little smile.  “Busted.  If I’m getting too loud or profane, Loren will do that to remind me to tone it down.  A lot of times when I’m hypomanic, like I am now, I don’t even realize I’m doing it.”

“I never want him to feel as if I’m reprimanding him,” Loren explains, putting his hand on Eliot’s leg, which is jiggling wildly up and down.  “So we decided on a way for me to alert him to what’s going on, and once he’s aware of it, he can usually correct it.”

I nod, and Loren continues, “We want to lead the most normal lives possible.  Hiding out at home isn’t an option for us, and we’ve developed our own ways of coping when things get…interesting.”

“Mentally interesting, that’s me,” Eliot chimes in, and Loren bends down to give him a gentle kiss.

“The most interesting guy I know.”

They nuzzle their noses together for a moment, the affection between them palpable.  I sip my mocha and gaze into the fire to give them some privacy, until Loren sits back again, his hand still resting on Eliot’s leg.   Eliot reaches down and twines their fingers together.

“All we can do is take things one day at a time,” Loren says quietly, his eyes haunted.  “This past year has been a little…rough.”  Eliot squeezes Loren’s hand, his thumb caressing the back of it.

I wince, knowing the word ‘rough’ is the understatement of the century.  I can’t deny they’ve been through hell.

Our conversation turns to future plans, then Loren and Eliot’s upcoming trip to Hawaii as guests of a friend of theirs.

Eliot grins at me.  “I can’t wait!” he exclaims, his leg jiggling faster.  “As kids, Loren and I used to dream about going, and it’s finally going to happen.”

“I know you’ll love it.”  We talk briefly about my experiences living there, and with each passing moment I dare to relax a little more.  I’ve been so worried about them…

Eliot seems to be having trouble reigning in his pressured speech again, so I stand up to leave, not wanting to keep them.

“Is that all, Mel?” Eliot looks up at me, his beautiful green eyes enquiring.

“It is,” I tell him.

“You can ask us anything, you know.”

“I know.  But I don’t need to.  Seeing you together like this is enough.  That’s all I really wanted anyway.”

They both stand for hugs and kisses on the cheek, and then they walk me out.  I watch as they head off down the street arm in arm, blond head and dark head bent close together.  At the end of the block, Loren roars with laughter at something Eliot says, and he wraps him up in a hug so tight he lifts Eliot clear off his feet.

“I love you, Eliot Devlin,” echoes back to me on the crisp night air.

I think about all they’ve been through already, about how the future stretches before them in all its uncertainty, and I know Loren’s right…

One day at a time.

 

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UNQUIET
Resilient Love #3
Melanie Hansen
Releasing on January 22, 2016.
Dreamspinner Press

 

Loren Smith has been in love with Eliot Devlin almost his entire life. During their turbulent childhood and teen years, Loren didn’t always understand Eliot, and sometimes he could be a challenge, but Eliot was the only one to ever truly ease Loren’s deep loneliness and accept him. When Eliot’s increasingly erratic and self-destructive behavior culminates in a suicide attempt at seventeen, Loren is devastated.
 
Upon meeting again by chance nine years later, Loren is enjoying a successful career as a police officer while Eliot’s life has been a
constant struggle for stability. In and out of mental hospitals, with a rap sheet a mile long, he continues to be buffeted by the twin storms of mania and depression. Loren’s love and protectiveness for Eliot are deeply ingrained in him, however, and their feelings for each other are quickly rekindled.
 
Loren has issues of his own he’s dealing with, and trying to understand and cope with Eliot’s bipolar disorder isn’t easy. They believe
they’re meant to be, and Eliot brings a fulfillment to Loren’s life that no one else will ever match. But as they both come to realize, love by itself can’t cure all. 

EXCERPT

When they woke the next morning, they packed an overnight bag and headed north on I-17. Eliot was amazed at the view out his window, craggy rocks and towering saguaro cactus eventually giving way to the pine trees of the Coconino National Forest.

In Flagstaff they stopped for gas, and both of them shivered at the cold bite in the air. They ran by a sporting goods store to buy some fleece pullovers, and Eliot goofed off with a couple of plaid hunting caps, complete with fuzzy earflaps. He grinned at Loren, trying to keep the hat from falling forward into his eyes.

“You look about twelve years old,” Loren said drily. “That hat swallows you whole.”

As Loren reached out to take it off of him, he stroked his thumb along Eliot’s cheek.

“I love to see you smile, to see you happy,” he whispered. He grabbed a simple knit cap and pulled it over Eliot’s head, fussing with it a minute before saying, “Much better.” Eliot scanned the room and, not seeing anyone, stretched up to give Loren a kiss.

Soon they were on the road again heading north, and Loren took Eliot’s hand, twining their fingers together and resting their joined hands on his knee. Eliot could sense Loren was turning something over in his mind, so he just waited.

Are you happy, El?” Loren finally asked. “I’ve seen so many different incarnations of your moods, but I honestly don’t know if I’d recognize happiness in you.” His voice held a faint note of apology for asking, and Eliot glanced at him, surprised but pleased by Loren’s candor.

“I don’t know if I’d recognize happiness either, Loren,” he admitted, rubbing his thumb over the back of Loren’s hand when he threw Eliot a stricken look. “Hey, hey,” Eliot said reassuringly. “I don’t mean that the way it sounds.”

Eliot blew out a breath, thinking about how to explain this. Loren waited, but his lips were pressed together in a tight line, and Eliot squeezed his fingers.

“Usually when I wake up in the morning, I’m afraid,” he said slowly, and Loren opened his mouth to speak but then didn’t say anything. Eliot glanced at him again, then continued, “I feel the craziness, the madness lurking, just waiting for me. It feels like it’s attached to me, that when I get out of bed, I’m dragging it with me. It’s always there, ready to pounce and swallow me up.”

“Oh, El,” Loren whispered achingly.

Eliot stroked his hand. “And this morning when I woke up, I wasn’t afraid. I think that’s what it feels like to be happy. It’s enough for me.”

Loren didn’t say anything, but a lone tear slid down his cheek. Eliot reached up and wiped it away with his thumb, stroking Loren’s jaw tenderly.

“What’s the matter, honey?”

Just then the sign for a scenic lookout appeared, and Loren took the exit, parking the truck. He stared through the windshield, blinking fast, more tears welling up.

“The thought of you for all those years, waking up afraid,” he whispered brokenly. “And I wasn’t there, Eliot. I wasn’t there.” Eliot could see Loren’s throat working as he fought not to cry, and with a soft exclamation, Eliot opened his arms, gathering him close. He stroked Loren’s hair, feeling the hot wetness of tears against his neck.

“But you were there, Loren. Shhh,” he murmured.

When Loren calmed a little, Eliot pulled back and took Loren’s face in his hands, forcing him to meet his eyes.

“I’ve been in a lot of therapy over the years, and they always ask me the same thing, what my best memories are, what memories do I have of feeling happy or safe. I’m supposed to bring them to mind when I’m stressed or scared or angry. It’s part of cognitive therapy, learning to readjust your thinking, to focus on good things and not negative things.”

Eliot caressed Loren’s face. “And Loren, there’s a lot I don’t remember, but what I do, every single one of those types of memories is about you. Being kids, riding our bikes, playing with toys, laughing at stupid jokes. Then later the way you held me in the dark after a nightmare or sat with me when I was so sad and hurting that I wanted to die. The way you—the way you loved me, loved my batshit crazy and fucked-up mess.

“You’ve always been with me, Loren, through my memories. Always.”

Loren completely lost it then, and Eliot let him cry it out, murmuring to him, rocking him, reveling in being the one to comfort, to soothe, of being able to shore up the man he loved when he needed it.

Finally the storm passed and Loren pulled away, sitting up and scrubbing his hands over his face.

“I’m glad, El,” he said hoarsely, clearing his throat several times before starting the truck and pulling back onto the interstate. “I’m glad I’m your best memories.”

 

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Melanie Hansen has spent time in Texas and Florida prisons…for work. She’s been in a room with a 17-year-old mass murderer
who was also one of the most soft-spoken and polite teenagers she’s ever met. After a 13-year career as a court reporter, she can tell many stories both hilarious and heartbreaking.
 
She grew up with an Air Force dad, and ended up marrying a Navy man. After living and working all over the country, she hopes to bring
these rich and varied life experiences to her stories about people finding love amidst real-life struggles.
 
Melanie left the stressful world of the courtroom behind and now enjoys a rewarding career transcribing for a deaf student. She
currently lives in Arizona with her husband and two sons.
 
 
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One response to “What to Read Wednesday with Melanie Hansen ~ Giveaway

  1. redreviewsit

    February 3, 2016 at 10:19 am

    Wonderful post! Thank you for hosting UNQUIET today!

    Crystal, Tasty Book Tours

     

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