I have eight chapters on line here...

http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3102364/1/Colorblind

Do me a huge favor and leave a review to let me know if this is good or if it sucks.

Hugs and Kisses.
E

First four chapters of "Colorblind" can be read here...

http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3102364/1/Colorblind

I will be downloading each day, a few chapters at a time.

A review would be soooooooo appreciated by all!!!
Ciao.

It's been a while...I get it. So to tide you over until Callie is finished with a book review you can all enjoy this...

Happy Valentines day from Lincoln Prescott!

Synopsis...

I've been asked when this delightful piece of American literature will be finished and published. The answer is...I am still working that out. I am publishing it as an Indie (and am very proud of that). With that, I am able to set my own timeline. I'm hoping to have it finished, sent to the editor, edit's made and completed by the summer. That gives me a few months to make this the best damn thing anyone in the human race has ever read (I have really high expectations). I hope to get everyone on board of supporting this masterpiece and giving any feedback you can to me along the way. Rome wasn't built in a day and this awesomeness isn't either.
So by popular demand (by two whole people)...here is the synopsis of "Colorblind".

I live my life in black and white. To say that I have an overprotective family is putting it mildly. My Daddy is CEO of Stratton Enterprises. I have three overbearing brothers and a reckless teenage brother. I have a bodyguard and a housekeeper that used to be my nanny. My fiancé and I have been together since we were seventeen years old. That is until the night that changed everything.

There is no color in my life. In my father's eyes, I've been a screw-up since I can remember. Going to Harvard and getting a business degree wasn't enough. Owning several clubs and having my hand in other business wasn't enough. He wanted me to take the path he carved out for me. I didn't want that. I do what I do for one reason and one reason only. And I hate that I owe my father for that reason. My life was not looking like it was going to go anywhere. It would stay stagnate. That is until the night that changed everything.

When Grace and Lincoln finally met it was as if they were pulled together by something stronger than them both. The silent bond that held them captive kept building and building and quickly grew into a comfortable love affair. They start to see the color in life. Lincoln starts to reveal himself and Grace starts to let her walls down to show Linc the real girl inside her. However, certain events play out, their families get involved and strains start being put on them. Can their relationship handle all this or will they both remain colorblind.

The reveal of "Colorblind"

Hello People. Welcome to the blog of Elly and Callie. We write stuff and we read stuff.

To mark this most wonderful occasion, I, Elly, have decided to take a leap of faith to my friends and could be/should be friends and post part of the first chapter of my not yet finished debut novel. I started the concept of this novel in college and never got the chance to expand on it. A few months ago I got a bug up my ass and decided to go after it. I sent the first few very rough chapters to the best friend in NYC and with his words of encouragement and an "I'm proud of you" I decided that it was time to unleash this concept. I have 19 full chapters right now and am about 2/3 the way done. I have had a few friends read all 19, but am still craving more feedback. I do plan on forcing this on my book club when it is fully finished. I hope they are ready for it.

All-in-all, I am releasing a bit of my crazy creativeness onto the blogger world to get a taste of the creation that I call "Colorblind".

Enjoy.

**Note: Naughty language below**

“Are you fucking kidding me, Patrick?”

            No. No. No. This is not happening.

            “It’s just not working for me, Bunny. I think we’ve been growing apart. We’d be making a mistake if we went through with this engagement.” He has a slight smirk, almost mischievous looking, plastered across face. I want to smack it right off of him.

            Standing at the double glass doors that lead out onto my balcony, all I can do is stare. I’m staring at nothing in particular; the buildings surrounding me, the skyscrapers across from  Central Park, the grey sky and setting sun in the distance. I’m not sure, nothing takes shape, nothing has color, nothing has meaning. I’m not sure of anything at the moment. The one thing I thought I was sure of wants to leave my life. Tears are streaming down my face like a waterfall at a rapid pace. Duritz, my black and tan, ten week old Yorkshire Terrier, is pawing at my ankles begging me to pick him up. I don't.

            Patrick gazes at me with his perfectly cut blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, looking all Abercrombie model or frat boy. He’s not telling me something, I can feel it. What is he not telling me?

            This came out of left field. No indication, no hints. Hell we made love, oh sorry...fucked, just this morning in this very apartment. I do not understand this. I have poured seven years of my heart and soul into this man, this boy. This God damn boy that is cutting my heart out and eating it as a snack.

            Ahhh!

             I’m stunned. I’m confused. I’m angry. I’m paralyzed. Shit. I’m paralyzed. I can’t move. I’m going numb. Is this what it feels like before you fall into a slow, agonizing death?

            When did I become one of those girls? I know when; five fucking minutes ago when this dumbshit decided to end my life. I should kick his ass; and then kick my own ass for falling apart like a pansy. Breathe Grace.

            My internal iPod turns on in my head and starts playing "Stupid Boy". Fitting, huh? Internal iPod never lets me down.

            “Talk to me, Bunny,” he says from is laid back sitting position on my plush over-sized white sectional couch, his left ankle over his right knee.

            He's not wearing socks. Why is he not wearing socks? It's October and chilly. Only douche bags don't wear socks in the fall. Where are his fucking socks?

            “You haven’t said anything for five minutes. Talk to me.”

            He knocks me out of my inner ranting. I shake my head slightly to gather myself. “What the hell am I supposed to say to you? I mean our engagement party is in two days,” I whispered not looking his way. “I just don’t understand this. Have I done something wrong? Has something happened?” Something dawns on me. I lift my head to take a peek at him then snap it back down and shake it again. “Has Daddy said something?”

            He takes a loud, deep breath, sucking the air in between his teeth. After a short pause he stands and slowly yet cautiously stalks towards me. I instantly turn to him, head down, tears still falling like little drops of weakness.

            “Well..." He puts his right hand under my chin and lifts my head to meet his gaze. “You see…” He’s stalling. “I…We...”

            “Enough of this shit. Just say it Patrick.” I swat his hand away from me.

            He inhales a small breath and readies himself to unleash the blow.

            “There’s someone else.”

            The words hit me in the stomach like a sucker punch and I’ve lost my breath.

            Oh. My. God.