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Post by brookennickfan on May 19, 2007 7:38:45 GMT -5
I love this story
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Post by newestconvert on May 19, 2007 17:51:16 GMT -5
Later that evening, Brooke settled the children in for bed in Katherine's downstairs bedroom. The wind had continued to pick up throughout the evening and Brooke wanted the children close. She, herself, intended to settle on the couch in front of the television so that she could watch the progress of the storm. Earlier in the evening, the weathermen had promised a full storm projection within the next 8 hours. Being able to move quickly would determine her ability to evacuate the island with the children should need be. She glanced toward the window again as she heard something crash on the stone of the veranda. No matter what, the wind was going to leave her a mess to clean up. She sat on the couch not really seeing the TV or registering the forcast that droned on in the background. Her mind wandered to the past 4 months and how peaceful they had been. She had designed a summer line for Forrester Creations that had been well recieved. It wasn't hard to come up with inspiration for the summer line when you were living on a tropical island, she thought with a smile. The line had brought in some much needed money and Nick had apparently been happy enough with the line that he had sent an additional bonus check. The unexpected bonus had enabled Brooke to send Katherine on an all expenses paid vacation back home to see her family. It was extravagant on her part but Katherine had been such a Godsend that she wanted to send her home to see her own family. Brooke hadn't admitted her own homesickness. It didn't do to dwell on it. But both Bridget and Rick had been good about calling regularly. And both had wanted to visit but since she had begun to show, Brooke had discouraged their visits. Sam had agreed to cover as the baby's father but Brooke didn't have it in her heart to lie about the situation. Too much hurt came from lies. She hoped she'd never have to lie again. So, avoidance was the best course of action. Nick would know soon enough, she thought.
... Nick. ... She had spoken to him several times in the past few months. He'd called to acknowledge the reciept of her designs and, on occasion, he'd call for advice on fabrics and color choices. Once, she could have sworn he had called just to chat with her, but in the end, after some strained small talk, he had asked to speak with Hope and RJ. ... Interstingly enough, she had spoken more to Nick than she had with Ridge who was still technically in the dark about RJ's paternity. Funny, she thought. That he hadn't called RJ, or come to see him. Maybe he wasn't as in the dark as she assumed, she thought with a surge of disgust. She'd be investigating THAT angle when she returned home. Sam would help, she was sure.
Sam.... she thought with a smile. Such a nice man. He'd come to visit once a month since he'd returned to New York, despite his full and harried schedule. He'd stayed in her guest room at the villa during his visits. He'd seemed so tired and over-worked when he'd visited that after the first time, she suggested he stay with them. Since his visits were short, it cut back on the time he spent travelling from accomodations to her villa and allowed her to coddle him a bit. He had done so much for her, the least she could do was to encourage him to relax during his visits, she thought. His visits to her had to have put extra pressure and stress on his already too full schedule but he wouldn't hear of not coming, claiming that his time with her renewed him. To be sure, Brooke love him...not in the way she loved Nick, but as one loved their dearest friend. Her eyes grew heavy as she tried to concentrate on the TV and the weather. She lay down on the couch, covered herself with a comforter and watched the progression of the storm. After a time, her eyes closed as she fell into a deep sleep. She never heard the TV turn off or the light go out as the villa lost power...and phone. Brooke slept on, unaware that the hurricane was bearing directly down on the small island.....
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Post by MontanaLindy on May 19, 2007 18:13:36 GMT -5
Uh-oh .... Thanks! ;D
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Post by brickfan on May 19, 2007 18:58:19 GMT -5
OMG
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Post by kahu on May 20, 2007 0:45:40 GMT -5
ah, i cant wait for the next part! Very good writting! Love it!
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Post by aussieicon on May 20, 2007 4:35:29 GMT -5
All I have to say is WOW! That was so good that you actually got me rooting for Sam there, and hoping he'd be the man to win Brooke's heart. But that didn't stop me from swooning when Nick and Brooke gave into their passion. You have got everything covered. You have the characters actually acting true to form (with the exception of Bridget - but then we all know she HAS potential if Bell would just give it to her). My only 'criticism' is when Sam called Brooke Princess. I had to cringe at that stage because it reminded me of Ugly calling Bridget Princess. But apart from that, it was all fantastic.
Now, I'm going to give you a little bit of professional advice here. As a writer/journalist myself, you already ARE a romance novelist. You just have to put it all together. You could even take this exact same story here, fill it out a bit, change the characters names and you have a fully plausible, saleable book. If you feel the desire to go along that route, PM me and I can help you get a start. But really, you are very good. You have twists and turns, intrigue, passion, friendship, loyalty, pain, happiness, bitterness, envy... you have so many emotions rolled up into one story that it has the makings of true success.
Having said that - I still want to see the end of this one..... I'm desperate here.
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Post by karen3012 on May 20, 2007 15:29:34 GMT -5
You're making me greedy Thank you so much for sharing.
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Post by newestconvert on May 28, 2007 7:44:17 GMT -5
Back in LA, Sam turned off his cell phone in frustration and placed it back in his locker in the Doctors' lounge at the hospital. He looked at the clock and realized he had only ten more minutes until he was due in surgery and he pounded a fist on his locker door in frustration. He had been unable to get through to Brooke for the past 16 hours, getting a message when he called that her number was out of service. He quickly walked to the TV in the lounge and flipped on the weather channel. He watched with dread as the storm continued to bear down on the small Virgin Islands. He prayed that Brooke had evacuated the Island in time. But to where? St. Thomas would have been a zoo as well as any of the British Virgin Islands. He could only hope that she had at least made it to Puerto Rico. He glanced at the clock and then back at the TV one last time. His next surgery was routine and should only take a few hours. He'd try again to reach her when it was done....
Nick too was watching the TV and tracking the storm. He had been on the phone with Bridget, Donna and even Stephanie trying to get word of Brooke and the children. None of them had heard but they all assumed that Brooke had evacuated. Nick knew Brooke was intelligent and resourceful...but he couldn't seem to rid himself of a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach...
Taylor watched the storm with glee. She would like nothing more than to see the hurricane blow Brooke and her miserable children off the island and into the sea. She was thoroughly sick of hearing about her and her wonderful designs from both Nick and Jackie. At least Ridge, when she saw him, had the sense not to bring up her name. Curious that he never even mentioned RJ but Taylor figured that Brooke had burned one bridge too many. Ridge was showing an interest in her again and taylor wasn't about to bring brooke back into the mix. Yes, she thought... go, hurricane, GO!!
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Post by aussieicon on May 28, 2007 8:11:16 GMT -5
In the movie version of this, I want Michael Vartan to play Dr Sam. {{sigh}} Sorry Nick, but if that's the case I'm rooting for Dr Sam. Or then again, maybe I could root for Nick and mend Dr Sam's broken heart myself. OOOh, so many possibilities so little time.
Here's my other choices for who could pull off the caring yet strong Sam:- Ewan McGregor, Ryan Gosling, Matt Damon, Eric Bana, Brandon Roth (new superman)...
And Nick could be played by Jack Wagner (duh!), Brad Pitt, Ben Affleck, Clive Owen, Matthew McConnaughey, Hugh Jackman.
Wow, in that situation, I'd be hard pressed to choose. But it would certainly be a drool feast.
Keep the story coming girl. You are so good.
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Post by newestconvert on May 28, 2007 8:34:36 GMT -5
Back on the Island, Brooke awoke with a start when a loud peel of thunder startled her from her sleep. It was morning but darker than it should have been. She looked at the clock but saw that it was out... and in fact, that the TV she had left on, monitoring the storm, had no power. She checked her watch and grimaced at the time. She had been so tired that she had slept through the night. The children came running into the room, frightened by the thunder. After calming them, she sent them to their rooms in search of toys with batteries. She dug an old transitor radio out of a cubbord and together with the children, raided their toys for the right kind of batteries. She sent Hope off to dress and to help RJ get ready as well. According to the radio, they had little time to get off the island. They'd have to be quick, she thought. She loaded the kids into the car and drove through the rain into the small harbour. Brooke hustled the children out of the car and to the booth selling ferry tickets. As she approached the line she heard a general moan from the large crowd gathered to buy their own tickets. Brooke stopped a woman as she turned away from the crowd and asked her what was happening. The woman gestured to the ferry overloaded with people lunbering away from the dock toward St. Thomas. It's the last ferry, the woman told Brooke in disgust. The seas are too high, the storm too close. She looked at Brooke, obviously pregnant, and caring for her two small children. "Go back to your house. Find a secure place. Get water, food. Hopefully we will all make it through." the woman said as she turned to rush back to her own vehicle. Brooke turned and watch the ferry in despair. She watched in horror as the ferry listed dangerously toward the port side and then sighed in relief as it righted again in the heavy seas. She doubted she could have risked the ferry ride in these seas even had there been more opportunities. She stopped at the small store on her way back to the villa. She had most items she needed at the house already but she wanted more batteries and desperately to use the phone. She left the children in the car as she ran through the rain to the phone booth. She quickly dialed Sam's number but the connection was staticy and cutting in and out. She knew Sam often chose to operate very early in the morning and she'd hoped she would get him before he went in to surgery. She caught bits and pieces of Sam's voicemail as the connection continued to fluctuate. She left a message, as best she could, telling Sam that she and the children were stranded on the island and that they would weather the storm there. She stared at the phone as the connection was severed. She had no idea how much had gotten through. Brooke raced back to the villa through the now driving rain. Still no power, she thought, and there was no hope of having it restored now. She selected a spot in the house under the stairs, hoping for the protection of the added infrastructure to protact her and the children. It was also next to the downstairs bathroom so they would have facitities and access to water. She filled the tub and sink and any container she could find and placed them in her protected area under the stairs. Not wanting to frighten the children, she made a game of it, telling them they were going to pretend they were camping as they had done on their special island with Nick. Nick. Brooke sighed. Not now, she thought to herself. Together with the children, she gathered canned goods, candles and flashlights. She brought in a matress and slid the couch over to protect them from all sides. As the winds and rains began to howl, the three sat in their small space, reading children's books and playing games.
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Post by Donna on May 28, 2007 10:18:08 GMT -5
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Post by MontanaLindy on May 28, 2007 22:22:15 GMT -5
Okay ...on the edge of my seat here....! Thanks so much ... this is so good! ;D ETA: I really find myself cheering for Sam, too! Maybe I am getting Bell's Nick confused with your Nick?!
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Post by brickfan on May 29, 2007 11:08:50 GMT -5
Wow, can't wait how this will go further. ;D
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Post by newestconvert on May 29, 2007 18:15:30 GMT -5
Sam's surgery ran longer than he had anticipated. As he pushed into the lounge, having showered and changed to shake off his weariness, he glanced at the TV and saw the storm virtually on top of the Virgin Islands. In a panic he unlocked his locker, his fingers fumbling nervously over the combination and finally pulled out his cell phone. The seconds it took to turn on the phone and wait while it searched for service were torturous. He saw that he had voicemail and he listened in horror to Brooke's broken message. It had been faint and staticy but the bottom line was that Brooke and the children were in the middle of that hell! His attention switched back to the TV as reporters from neighboring islands outside of the storms direct path reported on the devastation to even those islands. Sam choked back a sob of fear as his mind raced to think of ways to help Brooke. He knew he couldn't do it alone...he needed help and it would have to be from someone who loved her almost as much as he did.......... Marone, he thought in desperation. He hated to ask, but he would do anything for Brooke. He sped from the hospital as if pursued by the furies, hailing a taxi cab and giving the address of Forrester Creations......
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Post by newestconvert on May 29, 2007 18:41:42 GMT -5
Back at Forrester Creations, Nick stood eyes glued to the TV in his office. The devastation disturbed him immensely, but the lack of news on Brooke even more so. Taylor sailed into the room, pausing when she saw Nick's attention focused on the developing story. Despite the fact that she had a date that evening with Ridge, she couldn't help but play both sides to the middle. She wanted to distract Nick, leave him thinking of her. She no longer wanted him, but she'd be damned if she'd leave him to Brooke! She approached Nick and slid her hands up his body trying to elicit a spark of desire that she sensed he still had for her. She felt him shudder and smiled mischievously in response. What she didn't realize that Nick had shuddered in revulsion...unable to even think of her with his mind so full of Brooke and her whereabouts. Nick grabbed her wandering hands in his and set her aside. Just then, Nick's secretary entered the room acting quite harried as Sam pushed his way in behind her. "Mr. Marone," the secretary began apologetically. Nick held up his hand indicating that it was no problem, that he would see Sam, recognizing him immediately as one tended to recognize their competition. He took in Sam's distraught air and felt the knot tighten in his own stomach. Taylor quickly summed up the handsome man that had barged his way into Nick's office. Not just tall and handsome, but possessing an air of power and competence. He was a older than she and Nick but Taylor found older men incredibly attractive. It was one reason that she was so attracted to Ridge. She smiled at him coyly as she stepped forward to introduce herself. Sam brushed past her without acknowledging her presence. "Marone, we have to talk. It's important!" Sam said tensely. The knot tightened further. Nick glanced at Taylor and asked her to excuse them. They had business to discuss. Suddenly Sam noticed the woman and apologized for not introducing himself. Taylor shook his hand lingering over its strength. "God he was good looking!" she thought. She glanced at her watch and realized she'd be late for her date if she didn't leave soon... a bird in the hand, she thought with regret as she prepared to leave, sighing again over the attractive man. She left, but not before suggesting that she and Sam meet again sometime soon. Sam never even noticed the pick up, his thoughts intent on Marone and getting to the woman he was crazy about. Taylor closed the door behind her and Nick turned to Sam. "What do you want, Winston?" he said cooly. Sam looked Nick up and down, assessing the man. "Very possibly the same thing you do," he replied, "and right now, she's sitting in the middle of that," he pointed to the TV screen, "trying to survive the worst hurricane to ever hit the Virgin Islands!"......
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Post by MontanaLindy on May 29, 2007 22:40:42 GMT -5
Oh...you certainly have Taylor nailed! I love it! ;D Can't wait for the next installment!
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Post by aussieicon on May 29, 2007 23:35:57 GMT -5
Yet again another suspenseful addition. All you need to make this is a book is some dialogue and decide on whether you want first person or omnipresent (I'd suggest omnipresent so you can continue on covering the thoughts of all involved).
My only 'critique' is where you said this:
I know it was just a slip of the... hand, but it still made me cringe in horror. And again, I'm finding myself drawn completely to Sam - though still find Nick sexy.
One of the main issues with love stories centred around a triangle is that often times the writer is biased on which man they want the heroine to end up with, and so the writing reflects that. The competition is usually horribly flawed, or we find out something terrible about him that makes 'our' choice easier. But this, you have written a real suspense thing, because both men have qualities we would like for our heroine - both men would be fantastic for her, if she could just get McFifi away.
Can't wait for the latest edition and update. Hopefully we'll have both men sailing to rescue her aboard a commandeered yacht or something.
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Post by newestconvert on May 31, 2007 5:51:48 GMT -5
Good catch AC! I reread that 3 times and never saw it... Thanks for pointing it out and the tips too. More to follow....
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Post by newestconvert on Jun 1, 2007 9:28:07 GMT -5
Brooke and the children huddled in their space under the stairs trying to ignore the wildly howling winds and sounds of flying debris hitting the sides of the villa. It was hot and humid in the house now, the air conditioning having stopped hours ago with the power outage. Eventually, the childrens' eyes became heavy and, despite the almost deafening noise, the two fell asleep on a corner of the matress under the stair. As they slept, Brooke stood and stretched in the small, cramped space. She tried to rub her lower back and stretch out the kink from sitting the long hours with the children. Suddenly she heard what sounded like a shotgun blast and she dove back under the stairs and covered the children with her body. She stayed there as she heard an outside wall and the roof shudder under the weight of several large palm trees, blown over by the fierce winds. Brooke watched in horror as a side wall collasped inward and the roof came down right after. Thankfully, the sofa Brooke had dragged agross the room to act as a blockade stopped the progress of the falling roof. They were well and truely trapped now, she thought, and the noise and humidy from the storm flooded the small space. Brooke checked the children amazed to find that the noise hadn't woken them. She sat back against the wall, praying that the fallen roof would hold as a barrier between them and the raging storm.
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Post by denmark on Jun 3, 2007 2:55:39 GMT -5
Wonderful. I love it.
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Post by lily on Jun 4, 2007 1:58:03 GMT -5
Dear newestconvert,
I find myself more anxiously waiting for your story than the real B&B. I absolutely love it! I am your dedicated fan now... Hugs, hugs, hugs Waiting (im)patiently for the next chapter!
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Post by newestconvert on Jun 4, 2007 18:31:05 GMT -5
"How do you know?" Nick asked sharply. Sam pulled out his cell phone and connected to his voice mail. He offered the phone to Nick who put the phone to his ear. When the message was over, Nick handed the phone back to Sam, his hand shaking. "I've been on the phone the entire way over here. There are no commercial flights available to anywhere close!" Sam told Nick with desperation in his voice. "Look, I know you care about her...you don't live with a woman like Brooke and just stop caring. I know you have resources. We need to help her and the children. I'll pay you anything you want. Please....please Marone, we're Brooke's only hope right now," Sam finished pleadingly. Nick walked away from Sam to pick up his phone on his desk. He spoke into the phone, "This is Marone. I need the jet fueled and a flight plan filed for the Dominican Republic." After a pause he spoke sharply into the phone, "YES, I know there is a hurricane down there but it's moving away from that Island. File the plan and be ready to take off within the hour!" Nick finished slamming down the phone. "Get what you need, Winston. We fly in an hour." "I have what I need. I left my case at the front desk. I was finding a way to the Carribean with or without you," Sam replied. "Good. I'll meet you downstairs in ten minutes. I have another call to make. And, don't worry, Winston. We'll be there within 24 hours," Nick told him curtly. "Hopefully that will be soon enough, Marone." "Yeah," Nick said as Sam walked out the door to retrieve his things from the front desk. "Let's hope..... and pray....."
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Post by MontanaLindy on Jun 4, 2007 21:41:49 GMT -5
Okay .... the suspense is killing me!
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Post by aussieicon on Jun 5, 2007 3:20:45 GMT -5
Me too. I can't wait for the next instalment.
I actually get the flutters every time the email comes about this thread, because I'm all excited that it might be the next instalment. Can't wait to see what happens.
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Post by brookennickfan on Jun 5, 2007 11:07:55 GMT -5
I don't want to sound greedy but.... more, more, more
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