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Between Thoughts of You
A love story.
To be published Fall, 2021 by Archway Publishing from Simon & Schuster. Available here or where all books are sold.
To read an excerpt, go here. This novel was inspired by many days in Hawaii and in Tuscany. I'm excited to hear your thoughts! L x
"In her debut novel, Between Thoughts of You, Laura K. Roe reveals an intimate portrait of regret and longing-for love, forgiveness, and understanding. As readers, we share the intimacy of secrets held soul deep, like buried treasure. This is a delicious read with compassion and cultural dexterity." ~ Patricia Crisafulli, best selling author and publisher of Faith, Hope, & Fiction magazine.
a novel. To Be Published 2022
An Excerpt: Chapter 1
August 27, 1959
Chapel Hill, North Carolina
Experts say the odds of a person being struck by lightning are one in three thousand. However, a certain type of lightning strikes many at least once in a lifetime, more if they're lucky.
It was 11:15 a.m. Melody Rigby was standing in line outside the registration building, wiping sweat from her now curling hair. She wasn't used to the North Carolina heat and humidity.
As she watched a stranger, she was simultaneously shocked and excited by how her body responded. Her heart drummed in her ears, like a persistent train, chugging closer. The electric pull was intense. She yearned to know this man. She wanted to smell him.
Her hands were sweating. Melody needed to take off her gloves—idiotic university dress code for girls. Her legs itched from the sweat dripping through her scratchy knee socks that were now sliding down her skinny calves. She felt like an idiot. Half-moon stains emerged underneath the armpits of her pink, long-sleeved, silk blouse. Her throat was dry.
Across the quad, under a weeping willow tree, sat the most sexy, brooding man Melody had ever seen. Well, he was hardly a man, but he had the effect of a worldly man. The silly freshman boys in line with her hardly compared. This man must have witnessed atrocities. He was a man with emotional scars. She could tell. Clearly, he was light years beyond this college environment she now found herself in. He wasn't a part of this school—this self-conscious, hormone-fueled, party setting. He oozed with an aloof, coolness that drew Melody to him. Melody stared at his lips as he sucked on the end of a cigarette. She wanted to be that cigarette.