Chelsea M. Cameron is a YA/NA New York Times/USA Today Best Selling author from Maine. Lover of things random and ridiculous, Jane Austen/Charlotte and Emily Bronte Fangirl, red velvet cake enthusiast, obsessive tea drinker, vegetarian, former cheerleader and world's worst video gamer. When not writing, she enjoys watching infomercials, singing in the car and tweeting (this one time, she was tweeted by Neil Gaiman). She has a degree in journalism from the University of Maine, Orono that she promptly abandoned to write about the people in her own head. More often than not, these people turn out to be just as weird as she is.
Her New Adult Contemporary Romance titles include My Favorite Mistake, which has been bought by Harlequin along with a sequel, Deeper We Fall and Faster We Burn (April 20, 2013)
Her Young Adult books include Nocturnal, Nightmare and Neither, the first three books in The Noctalis Chronicles. The fourth and final book, Neverend will be out in 2013. Whisper, the first in The Whisper Trilogy is also available, with the second book in the series, Silence and the final book, Listen coming out in 2014.
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This scene was originally in Chapter Twenty-Five, but was cut from the final draft for pacing and continuity reasons. This scene has SPOILERS for both Sweet Surrendering and Surrendering to Us. Read at your own risk.
Surrendering to Us deleted scene:
As the minutes passed, I realized I’d read too much into things.
“I need to use the little girls’ room,” Sloane said, getting up and pinching me again.
“Me too,” I said, and the other two ladies joined us and I swore I heard Ryder mutter something about women always having to use the bathroom in groups. What men didn’t seem to understand was that women often needed time to talk about the men they were with, without the men hearing. The only place you can do that? The bathroom. Women really weren’t as complicated as men made them out to be.
Sloane shut the door of the bathroom and we clustered by the sinks. There wasn’t a whole lot of room in there, with women coming and going and retouching their makeup.
“Okay, am I the only one that thought that he was going to propose?” Sloane said, crossing her arms.
“Nope,” I said. “I still can’t really feel my hands.”
Marisol rubbed my shoulder.
“It did seem that way, didn’t it?” she said.
“If he wasn’t going to propose, he shouldn’t have picked that song,” Chloe said, shaking her head. “Men are so dense.”
“I still can’t feel my hands,” I said, so Sloane took them and rubbed them. “Am I crazy? I mean, we’ve only been going out for a little while and we just moved in, but then when he was singing, and based on things he’s said . . . I guess I just thought . . . ”
“It’s okay, Rory.” I looked at the three of them and tried to pull myself together. This had been a hell of a day.
“What is wrong with me?” I said, taking my hands back from Sloane and leaning against the mirror. My eyes were wide, my skin pale. I pinched my cheeks like my mother had taught me and checked my eye makeup. I’d forgotten my purse in the hurry to get away from the table so we could think.
I inhaled and exhaled a few times and tried to calm my racing heart.
It wasn’t just that I thought Lucah was going to propose. It was that the idea of getting married scared the shit out of me. Because I wanted it. I’d had this flash of him getting down on one knee, and presenting me with a shiny ring, and then imagined walking down a church aisle to meet Lucah. I wanted it. The whole thing. The white dress, the veil, the promises of forever. I wanted it.
“Rory?” Three sets of eyes stared over my shoulder and reflected in the mirror.
“I’m good,” I said. “I’m good. I just realized that if he asked me to marry him, I would have said yes. That’s kind of the first time I’ve thought about it.”
“Really?” Marisol said as I turned around. We had to give up our spot at the sink as a few other women shoved us out of the way and grumbled.
“Yeah, really. We’d sort of talked about it, but nothing serious. Nothing as serious as a proposal. I can’t believe I read so much into it.” I was an idiot.
“Hey, you’re not the only one,” Sloane said. “I totally thought that was what he was doing. Why wouldn’t he propose?” There were a whole host of reasons, but they’d all flown out of my head when I’d imagined walking down that aisle.
“We should . . . we should go back,” I said, checking my face again in the mirror. I looked a little less freaked out, and hopefully the dim lighting would help camouflage my still pale face.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sloane stopped me from pushing open the door of the restroom.
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
We went back to the boys and I smiled when Lucah put his arm around me and started stroking my shoulder.
“And what did you ladies discuss in the bathroom?” he said in my ear.
“Campaign finance reform,” I answered. I was still a little not okay from whatever had happened to me when I’d thought he was proposing.
Deleted Scene from SURRENDERING TO US ©2014 by Chelsea M. Cameron. All rights reserved.
Genre: New Adult Contemporary
Length: 344 pages
Publisher: Chelsea M. Cameron (January 5, 2014)
They're finally together. But the Universe seems intent on tearing them apart…
Rory Clarke might not be Lucah Blythe's boss anymore, but that doesn't mean they can sneak off to the boardroom for hot sex whenever they want. Keeping their hands off each other in the workplace is harder than they could have imagined, and that's not the only obstacle they have to deal with. Between Lucah's troublesome brother Ryder, and Rory's bff Sloane's inability to understand locked doors, they're drowning in drama.
But it's only about to get a lot worse when a blast from Lucah's past surfaces, and chaos at Clarke Enterprises threatens to take away everything Rory has worked so hard for. Can the couple weather the storm and surrender to each other, or will the challenges of staying together destroy their relationship for good?
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