About The Book:
Title: Mad Love
Author: Colet Abedi
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 11, 2014
With her two best friends along for the ride and to help her find herself again, Sophie is not prepared for the enigmatic Clayton Sinclair.
Clayton comes from another world of privilege that seems like a fantasy to Sophie.
Can this man introduce her to the passion & seduction she never realized she was desperately searching for?
Sophie quickly becomes ensnared in Clayton's seductive web until a shocking treachery makes her question her judgment and actions.
Character Blitz:
Erik :::: Stylist/Costume Designer
Orie :::: Hairdresser
Erik's significant other. He's extremely intelligent and successful and always thinks about the possible outcomes of a situation before he takes any action. Everyone just adores Orie! He loves yoga and doesn't take life too seriously and always has a smile.
Excerpt:
“Jesus. Fucking. Tits,” Erik says dramatically.
After I sat in my room for about five minutes and thought over the events that had transpired, I rushed over to Erik and Orie’s villa to tell them the whole story. The two stare at me from the couch in utter shock.
Orie is the first to move and he immediately makes a beeline to the bar and pulls out a bottle of Rosé. I know he’s too stunned to even comment.
“I know,” is all I can manage to say back.
Orie pours wine and thankfully brings it to us.
“I’m speechless,” he says as he hands me a glass. “But I’ve got to say, I’m happy you took the plunge and jumped in the ocean. That was so brave of you, Sophie.”
Erik holds up his hand, demanding silence. “I can’t even talk about that part of the story now. It’s so fucked, I can’t even address it.”
I laugh. “I know.” We clink glasses from habit.
“Do you think this is Noom’s fault?” I dare to ask as I look at the two of them.
“Noom?” Erik looks like he wants to spit up his wine. “Really? Is that the best you can do, Sophie?”
Orie plops down on the lounge chair. “This relationship already feels so heavy.”
“I know!” I nod in agreement. “Is this normal?”
“Since when do you do anything normal?” Erik gets up and walks over the lounge chair and scoots in with Orie. I watch them cuddle up to one another. I can’t stop my smile.
“But I’m so normal.” Orie laughs in my face. “Girl, sometimes you say the funniest shit.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Where should I begin? First, out of left field, you drop out of law school. You break up with a guy you’ve known all your life, which I don’t disagree with, by the way. You convince Erik and me to come all the way across the world with you because you need to ‘find yourself’ and get away from your family. You insist you need to do it in the Maldives. After twenty-three years of being the biggest prude around, you fall for a guy who literally screams hard-core S-E-X, and you’re asking if we think any of this is normal?”
When he sums it up that way, I totally see his point. But I still feel the need to defend myself.
“I’m just free-spirited.”
Erik and Orie find this vastly amusing.
“Sophie, we love you so much we’re not even going to make fun of that ridiculous statement.”
“Thanks a lot.”
“Let’s just get back to the problem at hand,” Erik says. “What are you going to do?”
“More importantly, what is she going to wear tonight?” Orie interrupts.
Without even hesitating Erik answers, “White. She’s a sacrificial virgin taking her last steps. Innocent. Pure. Spectacular.”
“I love it. Long, wavy hair flowing behind her. Totally ethereal.”
Are they crazy? They’re planning my outfit? The sad part is I can totally picture it in my head as well.
After I sat in my room for about five minutes and thought over the events that had transpired, I rushed over to Erik and Orie’s villa to tell them the whole story. The two stare at me from the couch in utter shock.
Orie is the first to move and he immediately makes a beeline to the bar and pulls out a bottle of Rosé. I know he’s too stunned to even comment.
“I know,” is all I can manage to say back.
Orie pours wine and thankfully brings it to us.
“I’m speechless,” he says as he hands me a glass. “But I’ve got to say, I’m happy you took the plunge and jumped in the ocean. That was so brave of you, Sophie.”
Erik holds up his hand, demanding silence. “I can’t even talk about that part of the story now. It’s so fucked, I can’t even address it.”
I laugh. “I know.” We clink glasses from habit.
“Do you think this is Noom’s fault?” I dare to ask as I look at the two of them.
“Noom?” Erik looks like he wants to spit up his wine. “Really? Is that the best you can do, Sophie?”
Orie plops down on the lounge chair. “This relationship already feels so heavy.”
“I know!” I nod in agreement. “Is this normal?”
“Since when do you do anything normal?” Erik gets up and walks over the lounge chair and scoots in with Orie. I watch them cuddle up to one another. I can’t stop my smile.
“But I’m so normal.” Orie laughs in my face. “Girl, sometimes you say the funniest shit.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Where should I begin? First, out of left field, you drop out of law school. You break up with a guy you’ve known all your life, which I don’t disagree with, by the way. You convince Erik and me to come all the way across the world with you because you need to ‘find yourself’ and get away from your family. You insist you need to do it in the Maldives. After twenty-three years of being the biggest prude around, you fall for a guy who literally screams hard-core S-E-X, and you’re asking if we think any of this is normal?”
When he sums it up that way, I totally see his point. But I still feel the need to defend myself.
“I’m just free-spirited.”
Erik and Orie find this vastly amusing.
“Sophie, we love you so much we’re not even going to make fun of that ridiculous statement.”
“Thanks a lot.”
“Let’s just get back to the problem at hand,” Erik says. “What are you going to do?”
“More importantly, what is she going to wear tonight?” Orie interrupts.
Without even hesitating Erik answers, “White. She’s a sacrificial virgin taking her last steps. Innocent. Pure. Spectacular.”
“I love it. Long, wavy hair flowing behind her. Totally ethereal.”
Are they crazy? They’re planning my outfit? The sad part is I can totally picture it in my head as well.
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