Wednesday, June 5, 2013

How Do You Know When You Find Your Soul Mate?

By Angel de Amor (Guest Blogger)

Thanks Lisabet for hosting me on your blog today.

I stood on that block, auctioning my heart to the highest bidder, looking for love in pretty packages that were only hollow on the inside, while wrapping my body in sheets of sexual satisfaction. He whispered, you are pretty and I blush turning five shades of red. Giving unto him every inch of my being, wanting, needing to be with him, I belonged to him and he was my soulmate.

I thought I knew him. His name was Deon. He wore boxers not briefs. He was a Bulls fan. He was a Scorpio, but little did I know he personified the definition. Before the auctioneer could slam the gavel, he had run off with my heart, leaving me dry and confused because I thought he was the one.

As women we often are left feeling vulnerable, because we give so much and receive so little. With every relationship, we give a piece of our heart away, but we never give up. In almost every female group conversation ultimately the topic of “How do you know when you find your soul mate?” arises. This topic ties into my new novel just released May 2013 His Betrayal Her Lies.

One year ago today, I found myself sitting down with my two girlfriends discussing relationships. One of my friends proposed the question, how do you know when you have found your soul mate? First, I looked up the definition of the word, since I believe it can mean multiple things. According to Wikipedia, soul mate is “a person with whom one has a feeling of deep and natural affinity, love, intimacy, sexuality, spirituality.”
Being a hopeless romantic, I’m in love with the idea of just being in love. I believe it’s whomever you have a great compatibility with, however; that’s only my opinion. My friend stated she believes if you meet someone and its love at first sight then that can be your soulmate. Having this discussion with my friends I found there are many different responses to this question.

This topic led me to write my first novel His Betrayal Her Lies. The main character in this book thought she had found her soul mate and was going to live happily ever-after. She quickly finds out that people are not what they seem. Finding out that her finance has skeletons in the closet, she becomes too tied up with Mr. Wrong to see Mr. Right come along…possibly her “soul mate.” Sometimes everything that looks good on surface is not always good for us. 

This book could have been easily written where a woman dated many suitors and finally finds her soul mate. But I didn’t see the logic in this bland storyline. I like some controversy, drama, and hot sex. Yes, I write contemporary romance fiction and women fiction so it’s no limit on how I will decide to spin a story. However, my storylines are not meant to offend anyone but merely to peek one’s interest. They are realistic topics that we are faced with every day whether we choose to engage in them or ignore them are totally up to us. 

I love for my reader’s to be able to imagine the scenery as they read my book. I want them to feel as if they are there, and most importantly love the story.

Lastly, I will leave you with this thought. Love can be what you make it and to whom you make it with. And with that being said a soulmate can be the same. So, I ask the question again, to all of you, “How do you know when you find your soul mate?"


His Betrayal Her Lies by Angel de Amor

Sophisticated Taylor Briggs had her entire life planned out. Engaged to her college sweetheart, Ari Gallagher, Taylor learns a week before her wedding that her perfect life is all based on lies and betrayal. But being the daughter of the Mayor comes at a high price: Taylor’s life is not her own, and she has no choice but to go forward with the wedding.
Ari adds deception to the ultimate sin of unfaithfulness when he fathers a child by another woman. A string of events places Taylor’s life in danger and into the arms of the sexiest bachelor in Chicago, Kalon Knight.

Plunging heart-first into disaster, Kalon, who is short of being a player, has never believed in love or settling down. He now has his eye set on making Taylor his next conquest. Little does he know that Taylor is harboring a secret of her own in this twisted love triangle.

Will Taylor mend her relationship with her husband Ari and continue to live a lie? Or will she throw caution to the wind and embark upon a new journey of finding love with Kalon?

Here’s a little snippet from His Betrayal Her Lies!!


Taylor Gallagher knew better, knew that she shouldn’t go through with this but that twitch between her legs reminded her of all the amazingly erotic times she had shared with him.

An hour earlier, Taylor stood daydreaming, looking out the bay window in her kitchen, glad to be home from a long business trip. “This tastes so good,” she said aloud as she sipped her wine.

Drink in hand, she grabbed her purse and headed for the bedroom. The contents of her overloaded Michael Kors leather handbag rattled around as she tossed it onto the nightstand next to her bed. The three-inch heels she had toddled around in all day had worn out their welcome. She stepped out of them and began undressing, a trail of clothes marking her path from the bedroom to her master bath.

A hot bath was just what she needed. That and a few more sips of wine. After turning the water on full force in a Jacuzzi tub big enough to hold six people, she peeked back into the bedroom to see where she left her glass.

There you are.” She retrieved the drink and placed it on the bathroom sink, then delicately submerged herself in the hot bubble bath. Laying her head against the pillow rest, she felt some of the day’s tension begin to melt away.

Just as she closed her eyes and relaxed, her Blackberry sounded off from the bedroom. At this time of night, it could only be one person. Her first instinct was to ignore it. But her curious side told her to get up and read the text message.

Against her better judgment, Taylor got out of the tub and wrapped a bath towel around her slender body. She swiftly tiptoed across the floor and into the bedroom, trying not to let too much water puddle around her feet. She reached for her purse but thought better of it and dried her hands before rummaging through the side pocket of the bag.

Retrieving the phone she pushed the view button. “Hey beautiful, I miss you and want to see you tonight.”

If heart rates were measured in miles per hour instead of beats per minute, hers was going way past the speed limit. She knew she should’ve pressed delete. But knowing and doing were two different things.

Shiny nails clicking against the keys sounded like Morse code as her thumbs tapped out “I miss you too, babe, and I want to see you.” She pressed the send button and waited for a reply.

Within seconds, her phone sounded again. “Can you come tonight, babe?”

Taylor pushed aside her purse so she could see the nightstand clock. “Midnight,” she muttered.
She had no business hooking up with him at all, let alone at this time of night. But flashbacks of all the things he could do to her body and the way he made her feel seemed to be calling the shots. “I’ll see you in forty minutes,” she typed back.

Okay, babe. See you soon and please hurry.”

Why in the world am I doing this yet again? After her last session, she told herself that was it. But in the past year, her body seemed to yearn for him constantly. She couldn’t go through a single day without thinking about his “red light special,” as he called it. Every time she closed her eyes, he appeared naked and sweaty. All she wanted—all day, everyday—was him inside of her.

Taylor tossed her Blackberry onto the bed, looked into her closet, and debated about what to wear. She always made sure she looked desirable … delicious … delectable when she visited him. No particular outfit seemed to jump out at her. But there was no question about what fragrance to wear: scented rose peach lotion from Victoria’s Secret.

She moved to her dresser, opened the bottle, and rubbed the lotion all over her body, paying special attention to his two favorite places to nibble—her neck and legs. The butterscotch skin, brown eyes, and petite body that were reflected in the mirror as she massaged her legs made her feel extra sexy. She stood and did a little sensual dance as she opened her underwear drawer, selected a striking red lace thong, and slipped it up her legs.

Some teeny devil must have been sitting on her shoulder urging her on. “Yeah, this thong is all the clothes you’re going to need.” She pulled her four-inch red pumps out the closet and slid them on her feet. “Sorry, babies,” she told her aching feet, “but I gotta look good tonight.”

She snatched her wallet out of her purse off the nightstand and her Blackberry off the bed as she walked to the living room closet. Wrapping up in the long, black, fox fur coat would protect her from the chilly November weather.

She punched in the code to activate her house alarm and stepped out the door. The brisk, windy Chicago air reminded her that she was virtually naked. She hurried to her silver BMW X5, popped the alarm, got in, and turned the ignition.

Guilt began to creep in. Or was it the voice of reason? Whatever it was, it made her want to go back into the house. She dropped her head into her hands, shaking it back and forth in disbelief and disappointment. Her inner voice got on her case. Damn it! What are you doing, Taylor? You can’t continue to do this to yourself. All good things do come to an end. But regardless of how the thoughts resonated, she couldn’t resist the tug at her heart.

She pulled out of the horseshoe driveway and headed West on I 94; it was almost as though the BMW had a mind of its own. Her conscience bothered her again. Turn this car around right now. You said the last time was the last time. If he finds out your secret, you will lose him forever.

Taylor tuned out the nagging thoughts and pressed harder on the accelerator. A few minutes later, she pulled up to the loft and into his designated visitor parking space.

Damn, I forgot to put on makeup,” she said as she flipped the visor down and checked her face. Her hair was still semi-wet from her steamy bath. Fluffing up her reddish brown soft curls would have to suffice. She took a quick look inside her fur coat, still unable to believe that she left out the house wearing anything but a thong and heels. Lord, that man knew how to bring out the untamed part of her! She pulled her coat closer. “This time will be the last time, I promise.”

The clock on the dashboard read 12:45 a.m. She got out before she lost her nerve, stilettos clacking against the concrete as she walked across the parking area and up the stairs. When the elevator arrived, she pulled out her key to the loft.

What new adventure will he take me on this time? Her pussy was becoming so wet that if she didn’t stop thinking like this, she would have to toss her panties before making it upstairs. The numbers on the screen above her head lit up as the elevator ascended to the eighth floor.

She stepped off and turned left down the long, narrow hallway. In front of Suite 822, she lifted her arm for one delicate knock.

Kalon slid open the steel door, looking sexy as ever. He had on no shirt, proudly displaying his six-pack. His jeans rode low on his hips and he was barefoot.

Hey, babe, come on in.” He reached out, grabbed her hand, pulled her softly into the dim room, and kissed her on the neck.

The flood gates between Taylor’s legs instantly released. Damn, there go my sexy panties. He reached for her coat and slowly slid it off of her shoulders. Her lips curled into a devilish grin as she watched his reaction when he saw she was naked except for the sexy, now-damp thong.

Babe, you did all this for me?”


Kalon ran his tongue across his bottom lip.

She turned to give him a view of her backside. “You ready for me? ’Cause I know I’m ready for you.”

He pulled her close and nipped at her earlobe. “I thought maybe we should eat a snack and then go to bed.”

Taylor stepped back, placed her hands on her hips, and poked out her bottom lip. She only had a few hours. She intended to make the most of them. Her hand touched the sensitive area on his chest, and he took in a sharp breath. “Let’s skip the snack and go to bed.” Hand sliding down to his navel, she added in a pouty tone, “Now.”

Her legs straddled his hips as he walked to the bedroom. He nestled his face in her hair as he whispered into her ear, “I’m going to make you feel beautiful tonight.”

He positioned her on his silky red sheets and unzipped his jeans, never taking his eyes off her body. He bent slightly at the waist and tugged the skin-tight denim down his hips, unleashing his manhood. With a strong grip, he stroked it once.

Taylor’s breathing sped up.

He slowly came toward her. “Red sheets, red thong,” he softly groaned, “and red stilettos.” He got on the bed, his body hovering over hers. “Red is supposed to mean stop. But ain’t gonna be no stopping tonight. You hear me?”

Melting into the sheets as he lowered his body onto hers, Taylor responded to his every move.
Don’t ever let this end,” she pleaded and clutched him to her. His muscular body ground even harder against her.

She shuddered to think what Kalon would do if he knew her secret: he was sleeping with a married woman.

About Angel De`Amor
Angel de`Amor is a Chicago native. She has a Bachelor of Science in Business Administration. As a Senior Accountant for real-estate companies for the past eleven years, in her day job she focuses on budgets, reports, and financial statements, and in her free time she continued to be an avid reader.

Angel’s love of reading began in her early teens, she started with magazines and short stories, and soon moved into romance novels. A hopeless romantic, Angel reads at least thirty books a year and when she finally started to write her own stories, Angel stayed true to her passion.

Filled with temptation and forbidden love affairs, His Betrayal Her Lies chronicles the journey of a young woman trying to live up to everyone’s expectations--her family, friends and companion—but neglecting to follow her own heart.

Angel prides herself on writing about everyday issues that face real people. She is currently hard at work on Kept Secrets, the sequel to His Betrayal Her Lies.

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Lisabet Sarai said...

Greetings, Angel!

Welcome to Beyond Romance, and good luck with the new book.

I think we all fantasize about finding our soul mate. Lately, though, I've been of the opinion that the concept needs re-examinging, because I've had several "soul-mates" (or so it seems), each of whom connects with a different part of me.

Sydell Voeller said...

Best of luck with your book, Angel!

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