Danielle Sibarium has written a very special addition to Heart Waves, with a magcal Christmas moment shared between Reece and Jenna. Thanks so much, Danielle, for writing this just for my Christmas event! For those of you who have not yet read the Heart Waves, here is the synopsis. Book #2, Breaking Waves, is coming out January 10th, 2013.
Jenna Kingsley has a gift. She knows things. With a simple touch she can pick up personal information from jewelry or objects. While at a neighbor’s party, a voice mesmerizes her. Jenna is momentarily frozen as a ring is placed in her hand. White electricity surges through her and a dire prediction is made. “It’s like Romeo and Juliet. You’re going to break my heart.”
From the moment they meet Jenna is enchanted and entranced with Reece Walton. She’s thrilled to learn he’s spending the summer two houses away from hers. Every moment they spend together is magical. But she can’t get the prediction out of her mind. As the summer draws to a close and secrets are revealed, can Jenna get past the fear of being left with a broken heart to live in the moment with Reece or will her fear of being hurt fulfill the prophecy?
Christmas with Reece & Jenna
I lie in bed with my eyes closed, waiting for sleep. I sighed, feeling not an ounce of joy or hope in my heart for this holiday season. I missed Reece! He was all I wanted, my very own Christmas miracle. Sappy songs played through my mind like, “I’ll be home for Christmas,” and “All I want for Christmas is you,” Every song was a reminder of how much I missed him.
My imagination got the best of me. With my eyes closed I sniffled, and squeezed tight the huge stuffed dog Reece won for me on our first date.
“Jenna, baby,” I heard the voice again. My memory was cruel. Everything about the sound of his melodious voice was perfect. “Wake up!” He brushed my hair back away from my face, electricity surged through my body at his touch.
I hadn’t felt that familiar heat in a long time. Too long!
“Reece?” I shot up, not believing he sat on the edge of my bed. “Is that really you?”
He smiled. His honey brown eyes soft and playful.
I launched myself at him, almost knocking us both off the bed.
He wrapped his arms around my waist crushing me against him. “I love you!” I felt tears on my cheek. I didn’t know for sure if they were mine or his. “I miss you Jenna, more than you could ever imagine.” After a few moments he stood, helping me to my feet.
“Wait, where are we going? Why can’t we just stay here and . . .”
“Shh.” He brushed his soft, warm lips against mine, waking parts of my body and heart that lie dormant since the last time he was in my room. “I don’t have much time.”
The pain of disappointment sliced at my heart, like a thousand tiny razors.
He gave me a sad forced smile. “But, I’m here now. I couldn’t miss our first Christmas together. Let’s make the most of it.” He led me from my bedroom to the front door. “We don’t want to wake your parents,” He whispered, a playful twinkle in his eyes.
Still in my pajamas, I pulled a pair of boots on, and followed him out the door. At the curb, in front of my house, a fancy horse drawn carriage waited. The brown and white horse was decked out in red and green adornments, with tiny, silver bells dispersed on its mane and head stall.
Seeing my reaction Reece lit with joy.We bounded down the porch steps. The driver stood alongside the carriage and took my hand to help me up. Lying on the interior seat sat a very soft, cozy blanket. Once we settled in, the driver flicked the reins and the horse began to trot down my street through the unmarred snow.
Reece threw the blanket over us and held me tight. I nuzzled my head against his chest, tears of joy pooling in my eyes.
“This is the best Christmas gift ever!” I gushed. “I can’t believe you’re here! I thought you were . . .”
Reece dipped down and met my lips again. My heart thrummed faster than the speed of light, so fast, I could barely tell one beat from the next. We were together again. Finally. I took a deep breath, breathing it all in: the snow, the night air, and Reece.
In an instant it all came to an end. The carriage stopped and the driver cleared his throat. We were in front of my house. Right back to where we started. My heart dropped to the cold, hard ground.
Reece placed one last gentle kiss on my lips before pulling away, climbing out of the carriage, and extending his hand for me.
Reluctantly I let him lead me back to my bedroom. He pulled the covers back for me to climb into my bed. “I don’t want you to go,” I whined. “You’re my Christmas miracle.” I sniffled and fought to conceal a yawn.
He smiled a warm loving smile that went straight to my heart! “C’mon sleepy head back to bed.”
“I’m not tired,” I answered.
“You are such a bad liar.” Reece sat on the bed and waited for me to lie down next to him.
“I’m not going to sleep, you know.”
He grinned the cocky, self-assured smirk I missed so much.
“Just lie down.”
I listened only because it would keep me close to him. Reece ran his fingers through my hair. “Now close your eyes.”
I shook my head. I didn’t want to risk falling asleep, and risk him slipping away.
“Please. I’ll tell you all about the things we’ll do when I get back,” he tried to convince me.
I closed my eyes and listened. I listened to his soft voice, and his promises of things to come.
Something startled me. I shot up and opened my eyes. “Reece?”
Sunlight spilled in through the blinds. It was Christmas morning and I was alone in my room, with no sign of him. I let out a long, frustrated sigh. It was a dream, nothing more. A wonderful, miraculous dream brought on by the sentiment of the holiday.
I rubbed my hands over my face, feeling something cold and hard against my skin. I brought my hand down and stared at it in disbelief. Reece’s ring was on my finger. I never took the ring off my necklace. Suddenly, I wasn’t so sure about what really happened. After all, people say nothing is impossible at Christmas. It’s all about believing in miracles. And at that moment, more than anything, I wanted to believe.
Meet the Author: Danielle Sibarium
Danielle grew up as an only child of divorced parents in Brooklyn, New York. Her imagination was developed at an early age. Surrounded by stuffed animals and imaginary friends, she transported herself into a fantasy world full of magic and wonder. Books were the gateway between her play world and reality. On any given summer afternoon she became Snow White sweeping and cooking for the dwarfs, or Cinderella waiting for the prince.
Danielle always loved dialogue and in elementary school began writing plays and short stories. This is when she began to understand she could not only bring her fantastical world to life for herself, but she could enchant others as well. And so she wrote. She wrote and wrote and wrote.
Sadly the first piece she ever sent out for publication of any sort was a letter to the editor of The Home News Tribune. It was a piece thanking the first responders for their bravery and selflessness on Sept 11th. It was chosen as letter of the week.
In 2007 Danielle collaborated with Charlotte Doreen Small to write songs for her CD More. Danielle wrote the lyrics for Take My Hand, and Goodbye, while Charlotte contributed the melody.
Danielle graduated from Farleigh Dickinson University with honors, and currently lives in New Jersey with her husband and three children