Happy Holidays Everyone

I like free stuff. Especially during the holiday season. In the spirit of Christmas, I'm offering the ebook version of my novel Second Chance for FREE on Amazon.com Monday, December 24 to Tuesday, December 25. I only ask that you leave a review for my book. Thank you and have a wonderful Holiday!!

Trying Something...

As of today, Second Chance is no longer available on Barnes and Noble. I'm trying something new-- enlisting my book on Amazon's Kindle Direct Publishing (KDP) select program for the next three months. In order to do this, I must make my ebook available exclusively through Amazon. I have been taking Second Chance off other ebook stores so if you don't see it for your reading device, I apologize. After three months, I'll see how things go. Please check back here for updates or visit my Facebook page: Novelist Ong Xiong.

Second Chance is also available in paperback on:
Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/Second-Chance-Ong-Xiong/dp/1480250325/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1354654757&sr=8-2&keywords=ong+xiong
and
Createspace.com: https://www.createspace.com/3959566

I apologize for any inconvenience.

Ong

More Mistakes I've Made...

And more things I've learned.

1. I've learned publishing is a b****! Yes, it's very exciting. When I saw my book available on Barnes and Noble and Amazon, I jumped up and down, screeching like a craze woman--at work. I love it. Don't get me wrong, I'm doing this because I love it. I get to see my work on ebookstores and I'm ecstatic.

But self-publishing is hard and lonely at times. If writing was a lonely endeavor, self-publishing is its evil twin. I get to meet new people and I've learned so much. But if you are not used to meeting new people and meeting new people make you feel awkward, well, tough sh*t. Networking is key. Talking to people is a must. It is no longer a solo endeavor. You have editors, designers, publishers, distributors, buyers--it's a business. I'm still learning how to communicate effectively.

2. DO NOT edit when you are under the influence of sleep deprivation  You never know what you're going to discover in the morning. Yep. I did this. I laugh now but it wasn't so funny when I approved my book for publication only to discover I wrote one word and meant another. Yeah. Not too bright. After discovering my error and hyperventilating with my poor husband all concerned, I decided to turn it into a contest and post it on my Facebook. If you are curious, check out my Facebook page: Novelist Ong Xiong.

3. Ahhh, talking about editing in Zombie mode--it doesn't hurt to contact your editor again and have someone else take a fresh look at your work. Sometimes, I feel like throwing my computer across the room and yell all sorts of mean things at it. It's not my computer's fault I meant "inconvenient" instead of "incontinent."

4. Take a break. That's what I need to do. I'm so stressed with getting my book to print and promotions that I can't think straight. I open up my file to work on my next story and I have no idea how to continue. I need a break--go back to doing what I love to do and take a break for a few weeks. Perhaps it'll help me get back on track. Well see. This is one of those things I know I must do, I need to do and am too stubborn to do. But, I am awake enough to realize I need to do this. So if you don't see a post for a few weeks, I'm taking a break.

5. Be nice to your significant other. After all is said and done, after reviews and sales reports, after publishing and celebrations, your significant other is the one who will tell you your story is good and your work is well worth it. It's one thing to have positive affirmations, to believe in yourself and your dreams. It is another to be able to cry in someone's arms and let them baby you. Sometimes, you just need that comfort to get you back on your feet so that you can battle another day.

6. Writing. Aside from the technical aspects--you know, grammar and all--I've learned writing is subjective. How you write, what you say, how you say it, is so you. I've had people tell me they can picture me telling them the story. Well, yeah. I know. It should. I'm the person who wrote it. I'm telling the story. You are going to hear me throughout the story because it is my writing. What I don't want is all my characters to be the same or have them speak the same. I want to bring life to the characters in the story, give them a language of their own, let them tell you their story through me. After my sister read the first draft of my second novel, she commented that the female protagonists was similar to Sue from Second Chance. Yikes. Back to the drawing board and lets take care of that! Leave me constructive criticism. I'm always willing to listen.

7. I've learned writing is a journey and it doesn't stop when you publish. When I started writing, seriously writing, to finish my manuscript, I didn't think I would be here, blogging about my self-published novel or my writing. There are so many outlets out there to get your work out to people that you no longer have to wait for others to give you the green light. Take charge of your journey. I'll check back in a year and write how this journey is going for me. In the mean time, write.

I think that's good for now. More mistakes to come, I'm sure. More leaning, too, I'm sure. Until next time, read a good book. I got my iBooks back on my phone so I can finally finish the book I started months ago. Good reading all!

Second Chance is available in PRINT

Phew! Finally! After more editing, formatting, designing, reformatting, and some more head-breaking editing, Second Chance is available in paperback on Amazon.com and CreateSpace.com for $12.95.

This project has been fun, exciting, frustrating, stressful, and the source of my current distress. In the end, I can hold onto my proof and smile proudly.

I am a proud mamma of four, LOL. 

For ordering:

Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/Second-Chance-Ong-Xiong/dp/1480250325/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1353682236&sr=8-2&keywords=ong+xiong

CreateSpace.com: https://www.createspace.com/3959566

Until next time, good reading!

Deal extended

Second Chance is still being offered for $.99 on Amazon and Barnes and Noble until Monday, December 3, 2012!

Please help me spread the word.

KDP Select

Hello, everyone. I've decided to try KDP (Kindle Direct Publishing) Select, a program which I must give exclusive rights to Amazon for 3 months to sell my ebooks. As of  Tuesday, November 27, 2012, Second Chance will no longer be available for purchase on Smashwords.com. Second Chance will no longer be available on Diesel, Kobo, Sony, Apple, and other ebookstores through Smashwords. It will still be available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble until December 3, 2012. After that, it will only be available on Amazon.com. The paperback version will still be available for purchase on Amazon.com and Createspace.com.

Confusing? I know. I'm still navigating through all the self-publishing venues and testing out times and pricing. Thanks for all the support. I really appreciate it!

Working Progress...Still

Phew. Now that I'm done with Second Chance, time to move onto the next story. Here's what I have also been working on. I haven't decided on a title yet, so for now, I've been calling it Nouly and Phillip. They are the characters in my next story. I've posted the first chapter, here's the second chapter from Phil's perspective. Again, it's a working progress. Much can change, plus, I still need to send it to my editors.

Sample from Nouly and Phillip

Chapter 2: Nouly

    He had arrived before she did and waited for her. He wasn’t sure at first if she was whom he had been waiting for. But no other person waited as anxiously as she had, so he assumed she was Ms. N. Yang.

    He had watched her. A skinny girl with big eyes clutching her backpack like a life line. She had hair down to her shoulders that swayed every time she turned. Though her clothing left little to be desired, she was … pretty. He internally groaned. The last thing he needed was a shallow, pretty woman to bat her pretty little eyes, acting like a helpless damsel in need of a fricking knight in fricking armor.

    He mentally cataloged her clothing. She wore a worn sweater over a plain gray T-shirt, blue jeans and a pair of serviceable shoes. Except for a gold chain around her neck, she wore no other jewelry. Her shabby looking backpack seemed to be name brand, though he couldn't tell from the ragged appearance. It’s a wonder the straps were still intact. Okay, she’s not a Pearl after all.

    He took in her image again. What had he expected when he answered her Ad? He wasn't sure what he had expected. He wasn't even sure why he was where he was, watching a girl whom he has never met before, clutching her back pack with him wondering why her clothing even mattered to him. She looked anxious and fearful. Nervous, too. She paused and bit her lower lip in eager anticipation, he hoped, for his arrival.

    She looked much younger than the woman he had expected though.

    She checked her watch for the eighth time; bit her lower lip for the ninth time then she muttered something. He glanced at his watch. Five minutes left till their meeting time.

    She turned and paced away from him. He got up, grabbed his bag and approached her. She turned and walked right into him.

    “I’m so sorry,” she said.

    “You must be Miss Yang?” Phil asked.

    She backed up and raised big brown eyes to meet his own. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

    “Not yet.” He smiled.

     She didn't  recognize him. What made him think she would? They have never met. For an instant, her eyes lit up and he thought, like a foolish man, she recognized him after all. To his chagrin, her eyes were for someone behind him. He watched her expression turned to mortification when the Phillip Hamilton she waited for walked passed her.

    He watched her retreat in defeat and forlornly resumed her pacing. Then she stopped. “Phillip…Hamilton?” she asked hesitantly.

    “Phil, please,” he said and proffered his right hand.

    She slightly cocked her head and scowled at him. Gone was the innocent girl, replaced by intense eyes that could see straight to his soul, he thought. “Am I being punked?” she asked.

    What? His smile disappeared. “No…”

    The grief in her face was like a punch to his gut. She excused herself from him and he could hear her unsteady voice. He watched her walk away from him. She gave him the perfect opportunity to walk away from this prank. It had gone far enough. Yet, he couldn't take his eyes off the desperate girl who seemed so lost.

    She wiped her cheeks. An announcement was made and she took out the tickets.

    Ah, what the heck. He’d gone this far. He had answered her Ad on Craigslist. He had accepted her offer to help her with her trip to Thailand…and possibly Laos. If he were to walk away now, he would always think of the forlorn girl with big eyes and wondered what happened to her. He cursed himself enough to shame his father, made up his mind and approached her.

    “One for me?” he asked in what he had hoped for a cherry voice but perhaps, it came out more curtly than planned.

    “Look, Phillip Hamilton. You can tell Pa about my humiliation. Hell, tell her I cried my eyes out. Frankly, I don’t give a damn. Laugh it out with her, or whoever. I have a flight to catch.”

    “Look, Miss Yang. I came here for a job. If you are punking me, I want the money you promised and the reimbursement for my ticket here.”

    Harsh. But he figured being nice was not going to get him anywhere with her.

    As he guessed, she stopped. He could see she was fighting some internal battle before she turned back to him. “I believe I emailed stating I’ll pay when the job is completed,” she said.

    Phillip nodded. She handed him his ticket. “Are we going to have a problem?” he asked her.

    “No…no problem,” she replied with coolness.

    “Are you sure? Because I don’t have any patience for tears.”

    Her hand immediately went to her cheek and he felt just a tinge of guilt at seeing her demeanor instantly changed. She let her hand fell as she let out a breath of relief. “Don’t worry, Phillip,” she said. “I promise the tears you saw are the last you’d ever see.”

    He had a feeling she was trying to assure herself more than him. “Good, and please, call me Phil.”

Perhaps Michael was right after all, Phil thought. Perhaps, just perhaps, this was the distraction he needed. The vacation he needed. He needed to start somewhere and this, if not conventional therapy, would certainly be something better than wallowing at home. (End of Sample)

If you have any suggestions for me, please leave me a comment. Until next time, good writing!

Thanksgiving Deal

In celebration of Thanksgiving, I am offering my novel, Second Chance for $0.99 on Barnes and Noble and Amazon.com. It is FREE on Smashwords.com, until Monday November 26, 2012. Please rate my book, leave me a review, and/or like my Facebook page. 

Thanks and Happy Thanksgiving!

Good reading!

I am on Hmong Pages!

I am on Hmong Pages! 

Check out the article at: http://www.hmongpages.com/index.php/spot-light/16-spot-light/299-ong-xiong-published-e-book-novelist-of-second-chance

Hmong Pages

I am ecstatic!

A correction though, my husband's name is Dang Thao. He was the one who connected me with Elizabeth Thao of Hmong Pages. I am very thankful. This is my first press!

Second Chance is on Kobo!

Second Chance is now available on Kobo!

Also, Second Chance is coming soon in print. Here's what the cover will look like:

Work in Progress—My Next Novel

After finishing Second Chance, I began writing my second novel, or rather, another story. I have been working on a story for a long time. Long before Second Chance even existed about Kazu and June (I am still working on this story). I used the summary for their story in Second Chance to describe one of Jae’s Korean drama series, Sweet Lullaby.

My handy book

I keep a composition book which I write all sorts of things in it, including story ideas, quotes, and inspirations from everyday events. However mundane my day could be, my mind would be reeling with ideas. It is especially uneventful days which allow me to day dream. Having an available book to capture all those thoughts can come in handy for later when I can sit down to write.

One of the best advice I remember (I don’t remember where I got the advice from) is to just write. Write whatever comes to mind then edit later. This works well because whatever I don’t use for one story, I can use for another story. And I don’t delete anything I cut from my story. I keep them in a separate file of “extras” in case I need it again or I change my mind on the change.

Not only do I reuse some of the ideas I originally have, I recycle them. Romance is: girl meets boy, they fall in love, things got in the way, they either lived happily ever after or they don’t. This story is recycled over and over in the stories we read today. With that said, I never get tire of the variations I have read and the creativity authors have devised are phenomenal!

For example:

Original:

“Damn you! Damn you to hell! We didn't fit,” she hissed. “Now we do? Nine years ago you asked me to be your wife and now you’re asking me to be your whore? For a week? Not even a lifetime?” All her energy drained and she looked at him warily. She opened her mouth to say more but all that came to mind was words she couldn't bring herself to say. Every unflattering name in the world, every curse and cuss she knew—it was pointless. “What you’re offering is not enough. Not enough to heal the hurt or take away the pain…” She trailed off. “Go home, Jae.”

Final:

“We didn't fit,” she hissed. “Now you want a week of my time? Years ago, you asked me to be your wife and now you’re asking me to be your whore? For a week?” She smirked bitterly. “What you’re offering is not enough. Not enough to heal the hurt or take away the pain.” She trail off. “Go home, Jae. We don’t fit. So don’t make this any harder than it has to be. We said goodbye … good luck, to each other years ago.” All her energy drained and she looked at him wearily. “I was getting so good at living. Why do you have to remind me of what I lost?”

Damn you! Damn you to hell! was cut from the final version because I found use for it in another story:

"Damn you. Damn you, Phillip Hamilton! What are you expecting? That I'll say I love you, too... And we'll go into the sunset and live happily ever after? Well, screw you!" She wiped her tears. "What...what am I suppose to..." 

Here's what I've been working on. It's a rough draft. 

Part I

Chapter 1: Phillip

     Nouly Yang glanced at her watch. Ten more minutes. Just ten more minutes and she would meet Phillip Hamilton. Has it only been a week since she contacted him? Fifteen years since her mother’s death. Three weeks since she decided to go on this journey and ten more minutes to wait. Time was ticking.

Out of desperation, she had posted an advertisement requesting for an escort into the heart of Thailand and Laos. On Craigslist of all places.

     Nouly clenched her backpack. She paced back and forth outside of French Meadow café at the Minneapolis/St. Paul international airport, biting every part of her lips. She checked her watch, did a quick 180 degrees survey, hoping he was the early type, but she saw no one. She returned to biting her lips and hugged her backpack tighter, mumbling the reason for this ridiculous journey. She corrected herself. Not a ridiculous journey; it’s a ridiculously dangerous journey. She prayed Phillip Hamilton wasn’t some psychotic murdering maniac. He was the only person who responded. The only one who accepted her offer of five-thousand dollars for the job.

     Nouly glanced at her watch, again. She smiled at the stars in her watch. They scattered and collected at 6 o’clock. Five more minutes. She turned around and ran straight into some man.

     “I’m so sorry,” Nouly said.

     “You must be Miss Yang?” the man said.

     She backed up to look up at the man. A handsome Asian man stared down at her. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

     “Not yet.” He smiled.

     Nouly saw a muscular white man walking her way and excused herself from the handsome stranger. She smiled and waited to greet Phillip Hamilton. The man walked passed her without a backward glance. Her smile slowly faded as the man continued to walk away. He didn’t look like he was looking for anyone. Her hopes faded as the man greeted another. She let her shoulders drop as she glanced at her watch again.

“Please don’t be late. Please don’t be late,” she mumbled to herself. She turned to continue her pacing and found the handsome stranger watching her. She stopped. He knew her name.

     “Phillip…Hamilton?” she asked, hesitant.

     “Phil, please,” the handsome stranger said, extending his right hand for a shake.

     She slightly cocked her head, scowling. “Am I being punked?”

     “No…”

     Her eyes stung. “Excuse me,” she muttered and side stepped around him to walk away. Damn Pa! The only person she told of her endeavor and look how it back fired. Never trust them. Never, ever trust them.

     She should have learned by now. She should have never said a word. Even if it meant disappearing from earth and no one would know.They wouldn’t care anyway.

     She sat at her gate and squeezed her backpack. She would go with or without help. It would just be harder. She stopped strangling her backpack to wipe her cheeks. Boarding for her flight was announced and she took a shuddering breath as she struggled to take out the tickets.

     “One for me?”

     “Look. Phillip Hamilton. You can tell Pa about my humiliation. Hell, tell her I cried my eyes out. Frankly, I don’t give a damn. Laugh it out with her, or whoever. I have a flight to catch.”

     “Look. Miss Yang. I came here for a job. If you are punking me, I want the money you promised and the reimbursement for my ticket here.”

     Nouly stopped in her track. Once she was able to compose herself, she turned to face Phillip. She stared at him until she heard another announcement for boarding. She bit her lower lip and scrutinized him a minute or two longer.

     Phillip Hamilton did not look like a Phillip Hamilton. She had pictured him to be Caucasian at least. The man in front of her was not what she had pictured. He was Asian. Thai? His emails said he was fluent in Thai and Laotian. But he could also be Chinese? Japanese? The list goes on. It didn't matter to her. Only that she now felt foolish. She sighed and decided what the heck. “I believe I emailed stating I’ll pay when the job is done,” she said.

     Phillip nodded.

     “In that case, here’s your ticket.”

     “Are we going to have a problem?”

     “No, no problem.”

     “Are you sure? Because I don’t have any patience for tears.”

     Nouly reflexively brought a hand to her cheek, ready to wipe away the anguish that had inflicted her for only God knows how long. Had more tears fell with her not knowing? Was she still crying? To her great relief, it was not so. She let her hand fell. “Don’t worry, Phillip. I promise the tears you saw are the last you’d ever see.”

     “Good and, please, call me Phil.”

     Nouly nodded and said no more as they boarded their flight to Thailand. (End of excerpt)

Remember, it's a rough draft so lots could change by the time I publish. It's time to shop for another cover and a title!

Second Chance

Excerpt from Second Chance:

“You little flirt!” Jae trapped her between the door and himself. “I was informed you have a thing for Korean men.” His voice lowered seductively. “I naturally assumed you would get bored and move on to flirting with…” He placed a hand on her right thigh and moved his lips to her ear, “…other men.” He nipped her ear lobe as his hand moved up her silky thigh, caressing her. “How many have there been since me? Looks like you have been practicing by the way you’ve just kissed me,” he said, placing kisses along her neck.

Sue’s hands clenched into fist as he spoke.

Practicing? Whore. Slut. Did he think that of her, too? She hadn’t let any man touch her besides handshakes. Anytime anyone went too far, she reacted as if she’d been scorched. Stiff, she’d been called. She could tolerate insinuations from others, but not from the man whom she had given herself to so freely. Stupid, stupid girl.

All these years and the slightest touch from him still made her knees weak. One kiss and she submissively surrendered her body to his groping. Slut. Whore. Shame, shame, shame.

“You arrogant—” she bellowed, pushing his hand away from her and kicking him in the shin. He stepped back and gave an obscenity. “Insufferable—” she punched him, aiming for his jaw but got his shoulder, “—excuse for a man! How dare you!” she roared. Her chest tightened, her throat burned and she fought back the tears taking another swing at him, hitting him in the jaw before he caught her hands. She pulled her hands free and went for the door. She shouldn’t have let her guard down. Stupid girl.

Pain radiated from her right ankle and she cried out in pain as his strong arms took hold of her waist, turning her to face him one brief second before hoisting her onto his shoulder. He carried her like a sack of rice toward the bedroom. “Let go of me!” she screamed. She let out another cry of pain as he took hold of her ankles to stop her from kicking him. “You’re hurting me!” she cried out louder. Her ankles throbbed from the pressure of his grip. She reached for his bottom and pinched him as hard as she could.

“Ow!” he bellowed. He released her ankles and shifted her body in his arms in such a manner that her arms were pinned to him, restricting their movements.

“Serves you right! Let me go, you big oaf!” she shouted as loudly as she could in his ear.

Scowling, he tilted his head away from her. He finally released her by tossing her onto the center of his bed, ripping her dress strap.

Sue landed on her back, her strapless bra exposed, and her dress scrunched up, just barely covering her underwear. Tears she could no longer fight back trickle down the side of her face, dripping into her ears. “Jerk,” she painfully said in a low, raspy voice. She wiped her tears and turned away from him, not caring that her underwear was now fully exposed. She curled onto her side and cried. “God, I hate you,” she whispered brokenly. (End of Excerpt)

Second Chance is available on Amazon.com, Barnesandnoble.com, iBooks, Diesel, Smashwords.com and Sony!

Novelist Ong Xiong

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Other updates:

A couple weekends ago, I met with Mai Vang from Hnub Thsiab. I sent an excerpt and the blurb from Second Chance to her. Hopefully, Hnub Thsiab will mention me on their website.

I also met with Elizabeth Thao from Hmong Pages. Hopefully Second Chance will be featured in the November issue of Hmong Pages. Yay!

Lots of hopes!

Second Chance is on Sony!

Second Chance is now available for purchase on Sony's Reader Store. 

Imagination

My earlier writing experiments:

My World

I am an Angel with wings of gold

I am a Unicorn with magical powers

I am a Fairy dancing in story books

I am Sleeping Beauty waiting for my Prince

I am a Flute that whispers beautiful melodies

I am the wind that cradles you to sleep

I am the tears of my own river

I am Silver Fox out to seek revenge

I am a wild teenage girl getting in trouble

I am a butterfly coming out of my cocoon

I am a girl, a simple girl with imaginations and dreams

I am the universe

I am everything in my own world

The original self-publication

 

Loneliness

From day to night

I sit alone

From here to there

I walk alone

From warmth to cool

From sadness to happiness

From heart break to mending heart

I feel alone

From happy times to heart breaking times

From sunny days to rainy days

From stormy nights to moonlight clear

From boring days to exciting moments

I spend alone

From love to hate

The thing that hurt the most is being lonely

Dream

Above the stars

Across the sea

Against the laws

I tell

Among the angels

On my rooftop

Behind garden walls

Beneath the shadows

Beside my wishes

Between the smiles

I cry 

Beyond my imagination

By my will

Down on earth

Inside my heart

Into my dreams

Throughout my life

Since I was born

With heart in place

I fly 

Within my dreams

Upon my love

I lie

Within my soul

I pray 

Into fantasies

I go 

Among fairies

I dance

Until I am awaken

By my alarm clock



Second Chance is on Diesel!

Second Chance is now available for purchase on Diesel eBook Store.

The Mistakes I’ve Made

And The Things I've Learned

On my journey to becoming a romance novelist, I’ve made some mistakes along the way, but I’ve also learned a lot. Here are some mistakes that I can clearly remember and some things I’ve learned that hopefully will make my next project less stressful (hopefully yours as well):

1.     Spell check, spell check, spell check! If you are querying, don’t misspell words. If you are rolling your eyes and mentally saying, “duh”, I agree. You will see this advice in books, hear it from agents, publishing houses, everywhere. It’s so obvious; I had to add it here. The very first letter I sent to an agent, I wrote “docter” instead of "doctor" in my email. Oops.

2.     Back to that pesky grammars thing. In my eagerness to publish, I overlooked some things. Though I've spent months editing, there were still errors that are so obvious, I still ask myself how I didn’t spot them. 

3.    Be prepare to read your manuscript until you are so tired of it, you wonder why you stayed up till three in the morning working on something that might not even see the light of publishing. That was where the discouragement came from. That was where some of my frustrations came from. What I learned from this was that when you are ready to publish, whether through the traditional route or through self-publishing, you will have a satisfying manuscript.

4.      If you decide to self-publish, you’ll need a cover. I started with looking for an illustrator and a graphic designer. I searched online, posted my project online, used resources available to me and I ended up spending precious time and money looking for something that some websites like theauthorsredroom.com can offer for a fraction of what a graphic designer will charge all together. Some graphic designers were asking between $300 and $500. After a couple of weeks and $50 already spent on an illustration I couldn’t use without a graphic designer, I found my cover for $80. If you are willing to settle for premade covers, it will be even cheaper. If you can do it yourself, kudos to you. 

5.      Editors. Will you need one? Do you want one? Chances are, you will need one. Most book editors will charge by the word count, i.e. ±$0.075 per word (just throwing a number in here). If you have a full-length manuscript, your manuscript will be more than 50-thousand words. You do the math. So far, the cheapest I've found online is theauthorsredroom.com. They charge by the page instead of by word. And once you have your edited manuscript, it doesn't hurt to read it through again. This was another one of my oops.

6.      Publishing. Be careful. There are several self-publishing outlets and most will charge you money. If you have the funds, you can use services like CreateSpace by Amazon. They can put your whole project together, including making your book available for print-on-demand (POD) with a customize cover for a fee. Do some research and do some comparison. The cheapest package offered me was through Amazon.

      There are great resources at the library as well so check your local libraries for Literary Market Place and such books. If you have some advice for me, please do comment. I'm always searching for ways to make this journey a little less hectic.

   Just a reminder: Second Chance is available as an e-book through Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks and Smashwords. Check it out.

Second Chance is on Apple iBooks

Second Chance is now available on iBooks! 

I apologize I do not have a link. If interested, you can search for "Second Chance by Ong Xiong" and my book will come up on your iBookstore.

Here's some more from Second Chance:

Chapter 5

Three days had passed since her exciting first day in New York. Michael was picking her up for dinner. They were heading to Shinobu New York and would be meeting Katie and Patrick at the restaurant. After that first day with Michael and Lily, Sue had spent the next 2 days resting, unpacking, spending time with Tony, and exploring the neighborhood. The night before, Michael had stopped by with an array of fruits and crackers. They had made fondue with the giant Hershey’s candy bar and spent the evening at the townhouse. Michael spent time in his office, working. Sue spent time with him in his office, reading.

This morning, Michael had invited her to lunch, but she had declined. She wanted to go to the American Museum of Natural History and didn’t think he was interested. She spent most of her day there, taking her time to explore all their exhibits.

Tonight, she was heading into the heart of the city and was deciding what to wear. “No scrubs. No sweats,” Katie had ordered so the only sweats she packed were the ones she wore during her travel. Looking through her luggage, she picked a knee-length, spaghetti-strapped, royal blue chiffon dress to wear for dinner. She wore her hair down. The last time she had done that was many years ago. She picked a silver bangle, which she slipped onto her left wrist, then decided that the silver-strapped heels would look best with her outfit. It hadn’t snowed and the walk ways were clear so the heels would be safe to wear. Besides, she wanted to wear something nice and heels made her feel … sexy.

Sue threw her head back in laughter when she saw Michael. “We match,” she explained when he looked confused. He wore a white dress shirt, a blue and gray striped tie, dark navy slacks with a matching blazer and shiny loafers. His hair was conservatively cut and combed, making him look like a Tommy Hilfiger model she saw on billboards.

They had reservations but there was a private party being held at the restaurant, and they had to wait for their table. While they waited, they heard other patrons whispering that the restaurant owner/chef Shinobu Matshu was present, personally catering to an important client.

“Who do you think is here for the chef to be in New York?” Michael asked Sue.

“Don’t know,” Sue replied. “Maybe, Ms. O?”

“Ms. O? Hmm, maybe we’ll get to meet her. Are you a fan?”

“Somewhat.”

“Either you are or you aren’t.”

“Well, since I only have two choices, I’ll go with are.”

“Up tight are we?”

“Just hungry,” she replied. “Feed me and I shall be content,” she added with a sweet smile.

“Is that a way to a woman’s heart then? Through her stomach?”

“Why yes, Michael,” Sue replied, bringing her hands to her chest in a mock display of utter surprise. “Feed her food and you will find that a woman can be quite placid and agreeable.”

“I thought a diamond was a way to a woman’s heart and food was a way to a man’s heart? Was I wrong then?”

“A diamond is a woman’s best friend. Food, especially chocolate, is a way to a woman’s heart. Whoever told you that it was only to a man’s heart told you only half the truth, I’m afraid.”

“I see. And you are an expert in this observation?”

“I’m a woman, aren’t I?”

“Somewhat.”

“Either I am or I’m not.”

“Well, since I only have two choices, I’ll pick the safer answer and say am,” Michael replied grinning. “Happy now?”

“Once I’m fed, yes.” She grinned.

“Did I reach your heart with that giant candy bar then?” he teased.

“Straight to the heart…all five pounds worth.”

“What did we miss?” Katie asked as she and Patrick approached the laughing, handsome couple.

“Hey, Mike. Sue.” Patrick waved.

Michael acknowledged the greeting with a nod. “Food is a way to a woman’s heart,” Michael answered Katie with a grin as his gaze reverted back to Sue. Michael gave Sue a conspiring wink. Sue smiled.

“Who told you that?” Katie asked Michael.

“I did,” Sue answered. Patrick grinned as he greeted her with a hug and a kiss on her cheek.

“Ignore her, Michael. Diamonds will get you there faster.” Katie handed Patrick her purse and she took off her coat. “And chocolate,” she added. “Hi hon. Glad to see you out of scrubs.” She hugged Sue.

“Really?” Patrick asked. He turned to Katie. “Is that why you agreed to marry me?”

“Of course. Why sweetheart, when you presented me with this engagement ring, I had to say yes,” Katie answered, holding out her left hand for Sue. “See why I agreed?” On her forefinger was a three-carat, princess cut, canary diamond ring set in platinum.

“Yes, I see,” Sue said. She turned to Michael, “Diamonds are another way to a woman’s heart.” She laughed. “Especially one like this. Although, you know, Patrick, chocolate could have done the job. You didn’t need the ring.”

They were laughing when their waiter approached to announce their table was ready. He showed them to their table and apologized for their wait. He also pointed to a screen and explained that the private party was larger than expected and screens were placed close to their table. He apologized for any inconvenience while he handed them their menus, then took their drink orders.

Everyone ordered sake except for Sue. Sue was seated across from Michael while Katie and Patrick sat across each other.

“So, tell me Sue. You don’t smoke. You don’t drink, and you don’t have casual sex. So… what do you do for fun?” Michael asked, placing his menu on the table.

Patrick and Katie exchanged looks then turned their heads to Sue, waiting for her reaction.

“Well, Michael, first of all I don’t have to smoke or drink to enjoy life,” she replied. “Secondly, how do you know I don’t have casual sex, which,” she said with emphasis, “is none of your business and lastly, I read for fun.”

“Really?” Michael replied, leaning toward her. “And what do you read?” he asked.

“Comics,” she replied in a mater-of-fact tone. Michael laughed.

Katie and Patrick looked at each other again. Grinning, they returned their attention to their menus.

“You’re lying again, aren’t you?” Michael asked Sue.

“Lying? Again?”

“There is no such country called Hmong.”

“I could have told you that.”

“But you told me Hmong was a country between China and Mongolia.”

Sue shrugged. “Had you asked me if Hmong was a country, I’m pretty confident I would have told you the truth.”

“Pretty confident? You suffering from chronic lying?”

“I’m afraid so. T’is an affliction I suffer from since meeting you. Don’t worry though, it’s not contagious.”

“Is there a cure to, ah, this affliction of yours?” Michael asked grinning.

“I’m afraid not.”

“Surely there must be treatments to ease my discomfort?”

“There is actually,” she said smiling sweetly.

“Oh? And what might that be, doctor?”

“Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies,” she quoted, still smiling.

“Touché,” Michael said as he leaned back into his chair. “Touché.”

While this conversation was going on between Sue and Michael, Katie and Patrick watched in amazement. No woman had ever talked to Michael this casually, and Katie was still surprised to find her friend flirting. Although Sue and Michael kept their tone formal and businesslike, as if they were discussing an actual disease, they were smiling and relaxed the whole time. Katie and Patrick exchanged more looks, not that Sue or Michael noticed.

The rest of the evening passed pleasantly with conversations of wedding plans.

“Michael, will you remember me in a week?” Sue asked unceremoniously as they finished their dinner.

“Yes,” he said, sipping his sake.

“Will you remember me in a month?”

“Yes,” he said, placing his sake on the table.

“Will you remember me in a year?”

“Yes,” he said, wondering where she was heading with these questions.

“Knock, knock.”

“Who’s there?” he answered automatically without thinking.

“So much for remembering me,” Sue said solemnly. Then she burst into laughter at the look of disbelief on Michael’s face. Michael’s lips slowly formed a lazy grin then his shoulders shook with laughter.

Katie laughed and Patrick choked on his sake. Some sake from Katie’s cup splattered onto Sue’s white cardigan and her dress. Katie apologized and handed napkins to Sue at the same time Michael handed his napkin to Sue. Sue automatically took the napkin from Katie. She didn’t notice Michael’s gesture.

“Did you learn that one from your comics?” Michael asked as he retreated his hand.

“Of course,” Sue replied, dabbing the sake from her dress. She was lying. Her niece told her that joke during the holidays. She didn’t read comics either. For some reason, she had just blurted it out. She was turning into a chronic liar like Michael said.

Michael laughed. “What else did you learn from your comics?”

“I did learn some poetry as well. Would you like to hear some?”

“Yes,” Michael said.

“No,” Katie and Patrick said at the same time.

Sue grinned. “I do have to apologize, Michael. I must obey the bride.” Placing the napkin on the table, she leaned toward Michael and shielded her mouth with her hand. “Bridezilla,” she whispered as if that explained it all. Michael laughed and nodded in understanding. Patrick gave Michael a warning look while Sue laughed some more.

“Don’t listen to her Michael,” Katie said grabbing Patrick’s hand from across the table. “Honey, tell him I’m not.”

“She’s not,” Patrick said with a grin.

“Thanks honey,” Katie said.

Still grinning, Sue excused herself to use the ladies room. As soon as she was out of hearing range, Patrick turned to Michael.

“What do you think of her, huh?” Patrick asked.

“She’s stunning. I’ve not met a woman that could make me laugh so much in one day,” Michael replied.

“Michael, don’t pursue her if you’re not serious,” Katie warned. “I don’t want to see her hurt again and if you hurt her you’ll never hear the end of it from me. Got that?”

“Hurt again? What are you talking about?” Michael asked.

“Well, I can’t say. She’ll tell you when she’s ready,” Katie said. “I’m warning you.” She pointed her index finger at Michael. “I only agreed to allow this because I know you’re a great guy so don’t hurt her.”

“Relax, Kate,” Michael said, his gaze upon Sue’s empty seat.

In the short time he had come to know Sue, he was already falling for her. Perhaps it was her cuteness. Maybe it was the way she was toward him—honest and true. No false laughter. No false pretenses. She didn’t even want his attention. In fact she had made no attempt to capture his attention. If anything, she was trying to avoid him. She loved children and he knew if she were to love him, she would with a fierceness that would match his. He wanted that kind of love. That unconditional love.

Michael stared at Sue’s empty seat, thinking that if Sue didn’t come back soon, he would go after her.

Chapter 6

Behind the screen, Khyba’s drink arrested partway to his lips at the sound of a woman’s laughter. He glanced at his drink, thinking he must have had more to drink than he thought. He walked to the screen. “Yes, I see,” the voice said. “Especially one like this. Although, you know Patrick, chocolate could have…” His eyes followed the sound of her voice and when his eyes caught sight of the beauty whose voice summoned him, he smiled.

He called for a waiter and asked a table be cleared for the four waiting individuals by the door. His eyes followed her to her seat and stayed on her.

“Going to join your own celebration, Hyung?” Jackie asked. “Something more interesting caught your attention?”

No response from Khyba.

“What’s so amusing?” Jackie asked when Khyba laughed. In the time he had known Khyba, he had never heard him laugh like this. Curious, he followed Khyba’s gaze. He looked back at Khyba with amusement then back at the image Khyba was so intently focused on.

Jackie had known Khyba since the beginning of his career when he was assigned to oversee Khyba’s singing lessons. The guy could dance, but his singing needed development at the time. Soon, Khyba became lead singer of Eastern Tides and the group soared to popularity. Four years ago, Khyba went solo and Jackie followed. Since then, he had never seen Khyba pay this much attention to any female.

Watching Khyba pay this much attention to any woman could only mean that he had found her.

“Sorry Jack, change of plans,” Khyba said, handing his long forgotten drink to Jackie without averting his eyes. He was afraid she would disappear. “Instruct Ty to prepare the limo.”

Stunned, Jackie watched as Khyba approached the beautiful woman in a blue dress.

“Ahn-nyung (Hi) Shorty.”

Sue’s body stiffened and her heart began to race. Was she hallucinating? She must be. He was from another lifetime, from somewhere on the other side of the planet. No, it can’t be, she thought as she continued walking toward the bathroom.

“It’s been a long time, Suzy.”

Sue whirled around so quickly she almost lost her balance. Her eyes widened in surprise, recognizing that bump on his nose, those brown eyes, and those lips. “Jae?”

“The one and only,” he replied, still grinning. “How are you, Suzy?”

Sue didn’t reply.

“Looks like you haven’t grown an inch since the last time we met,” he said.

Silence.

He had anticipated her to be surprised, maybe even angry. He even hoped she would be happy to see him. But he hadn’t expected what happened next.

Jae watched the play of emotions in Sue’s glistening brown eyes. Then, without saying another word to him, she raised her hand. Thinking she was going to embrace him, he took a step forward just as her hand made contact, slapping him across his face. She silently turned and walked away.

Sue walked to the bathroom as calmly as she could, restraining the urge to break into a run. She didn’t think she would ever see that man again. The world with him was far away, in another lifetime she would rather forget. She hated him. He was grinning wily, that grin that had haunted her for so long and all she wanted was to run into his arms. She wanted to hurt him, too. In the spur of the moment, she decided he deserved the latter.

She was still trembling when she reached the women’s bathroom. Once safely inside, she collapsed against the door.

Oh God, I slapped him.

She fought the knot in her throat.

Oh God, I slapped him.

She went to the sink and looked into the mirror. An uncertain reflection stared back at her. Her hands were shaking and she clenched them tightly together to stop the tremor. She took a deep breath, counted to 10 then stared back at her reflection. Not satisfied with the expression staring back at her, she took several more deep breaths, then prayed he would disappear when she left the bathroom. She must leave.

“Sorry I took so long,” Sue announced when she returned to the table. Her party was ready to leave. “Something came up and I’m afraid I must call it a night.” She gave Katie an apologetic look. “Enjoy yourselves and I’ll see you tomorrow evening.” She turned to Michael and gave him a polite smile. “Thank you for the ride this evening. Good night,” she said as quickly as she could before he could protest. She muttered something about grabbing a taxi and for him to not worry.

Before she could turn to walk away, Michael caught hold of her elbow. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m just not feeling well. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she replied, trying to free her arm. He wouldn’t let go. Instead he gently pulled her toward him. Something had happened to scare her.

“Tell me. What’s wrong? You were just fine moments ago…”

“Please unhand her,” Jae said, his voice low but threatening.

Michael felt Sue stiffen at the sound of Jae’s voice. He turned to look at Jae then back at Sue. “Did he hurt you?” he asked as he nodded toward Jae.

“No,” she answered. Don’t make a scene. Don’t make a scene.

“Michael, this is Jae,” Sue said as she turned to look at Jae. “Jae, this is Michael.” She smiled as if nothing happened.

Michael slowly released her arm but still stood by her protectively. Sue backed away from Michael, bumping into the table. Remembering Katie and Patrick, she turned to them and smiled. “Katie, Patrick, this is Jae. Jae, I would like you to meet my best friend Katie King and her fiancé Patrick Jacobson.”

Jae nodded to acknowledge the introduction. He wondered why she chose not to introduce his relation to her. He acknowledged her friends then turned his full attention to her. “Will you join me tonight?”

“I’m afraid I can’t,” she politely replied with a smile. “I was just saying goodnight.” She turned to her friends. “Goodnight everyone.” She turned to Katie, silently communicating she needed to leave. Katie nodded in understanding.

She walked out of the restaurant so quickly she forgot her coat and purse.

 “I apologize for interrupting your evening. Do not fret. I will be taking her home,” Jae said courteously and gave a slight bow to mark his departure.

Michael was about to go after them but Katie stopped him. “Let her go. She’ll be fine.”

Michael scowled. “Do not fret? Who’s the schmuck?” Michael asked Katie. “Now’s the time to talk, Kate.”

“Calm down, Mike. There’s no need to use that tone with Katie,” Patrick commanded sternly.

Katie sighed and told Michael the relationship between Sue and Jae. Katie did not go into detail, only enough to explain Sue’s reaction to Jae.

“The man could be a psycho and we just let her go…with him?” He ran a hand through his hair.

Katie scoffed. “I’ll have more fear for him than for Sue. Sue has so much pent up anger toward the man, she could cause some serious harm.” She hoped she was right. She wanted to stop Sue but she could see the longing in Sue’s eyes, the pleading. Sue needed to heal and perhaps Jae could help her. Katie glanced at the exit and wished her friend well. (End of sample)

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Chapter 2

Stubborn ass! Sue bit her tongue to prevent her thoughts from being spoken out loud. Michael had insisted Sue didn’t need her own car. He had arrogantly explained that with his instructions, she would master the New York public transportation system in no time. But that would be unnecessary because she would get his driver for the duration of her stay in New York. Sue had protested to no avail.

They were making their way to her hotel and she still could not get over the shock of this Michael.

Michael McHeney was not what Sue had expected. Katie had said she would send a picture of Michael but for unexplained reasons, Katie had forgotten. But even from Katie’s description, Sue hadn’t expected him.

Michael was not white, at least not completely. He was mixed, half Asian, Sue guessed. He had high cheekbones, a chiseled jaw, thick black hair, and gray eyes. According to Katie’s description, Michael was dark and handsome, charming, successful, and single. Handsome? Sue turned to look at Michael. She adjusted her glasses. Yes, handsome. Charming? Not at the moment. Successful…?

Sue had failed to think of Michael beyond the fact that he was a man. Now, she was evaluating him as something more than a man and in many ways that scared her extremely. She shook her head in disgust at herself.

“Something wrong?” Michael asked when Sue suddenly shook her head and slumped into her seat.

“No. Nothing’s wrong. Why do you ask?”

“Just wondering,” Michael replied, giving Sue an evaluation of his own. He hadn’t expected … her. Cute? He had been so worried about that and now the word … hmmm … he was still debating whether the word fit her description. She was nerdy though. Yes, oh yes, she was nerdy all right; he had been right about that.

Sue wore gray Abercrombie sweat pants with an oversized maroon University of Minnesota Medical School sweatshirt that came almost to her knees. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail with swooping bangs. She wore glasses, not the stylish frames, but black rectangular framed glasses that seemed to cover most of her face.

He quickly glanced at her again, thinking she was maybe not cute. She was pretty, yet the sight of her was still shocking. To his surprise, though, it was shocking in a good way. He smiled, thinking how cute she was. She looked like a nerdy teenage high school student, especially with that NorthFace backpack and that darn book. She didn’t look like a doctor, that’s for sure.

“If you don’t mind me asking—I’m just curious—are you Chinese?” Michael asked gazing at her, breaking the silence between them. “I couldn’t tell from your name.”

“No,” Sue answered.

“Japanese?”

“No.”

“Korean?”

“Hmong. I’m Hmong.”

“Mung? Ahhh, like in Gran Torino, that Clint Eastwood movie?”

“Hmong,” Sue corrected. “There’s an H. H-M-O-N-G,” Sue spelled aloud.

“I see. And where is Ha mong?”

“On the border of China and Mongolia,” Sue answered dryly.

“Really?” Michael replied, skeptical. “I didn’t realize there’s another country in there … somewhere.”

“It’s a very small country. Newly emancipated, not fully recognized.”

“Uh-huh. I’ll have to use Google.”

“You do that.”

Michael grinned.

A moment of awkward silence followed.

“Aren’t you curious about me?” Michael asked.

“Not really. You’re just fine to me,” she silently added. But, one shouldn’t be rude. Besides, talking was better than the awkward silence that threatened the cabin of the car again. “Okay, Michael, are you Chinese, Japanese, Korean, any mixture thereof or from any Southeast Asian countries I failed to mention?” Sue asked.

Rude, rude, rude. Why am I being so rude to this stranger?

Michael was watching her with amusement, which Sue failed to notice because her attention was still on that haunting question she was asking herself. Grinning, Michael replied, “A hybrid of European and Korean.”

“Which European exactly?”

Michael shrugged. “A mixture thereof.”

Sue smiled. “A mixture thereof, huh? No elaboration?”

“Does it matter?”

“No.”

“There’s a concert tonight,” Michael said. “Initially my sister Ada and my brother-in-law were going to take the girls, but something came up and she asked me to take them. If you’re not too tired, would you like to join us?”

“I’d love to. Who are the girls?”

“My nieces.”

“How many nieces do you have?”

“Five. You’ll meet the 3 older ones tonight.”

“What are their names?”

“Isabella, Rainy, and Hana. Lily and Alexis are younger.”

“Nephews?

“Two, Renji and Alec.”

“How many siblings do you have?”

“I have two sisters and a brother. All older,” Michael answered as he looked outside. “Aren’t you interested in what kind of concert you will be attending tonight?”

“I was getting to that,” she replied, turning her gaze to follow Michael’s. “All right, Michael, what type of concert are we attending tonight?”

“K…” Michael frowned. “K something. Sorry, forgot. Ada said it’s a Korean artist that apparently the girls are in love with.”

When they arrived at Michael’s townhouse, Sue was greatly disappointed. She had made reservations at the hotel Katie had reserved for the wedding party, but neither Katie nor Michael had mentioned anything about the change in her accommodations.

“Are you stopping for something?” Sue asked when Michael’s car stopped in front of a picturesque brownstone building. 

“No. This is my townhouse,” Michael said as he opened the car door. “Didn’t Katie tell you? You’ll be staying here.”

“No. No she didn’t,” Sue said, not following him out of the car. “Michael, thank you but I would rather stay at the hotel.”

“Why? You can stay here for free.”

“I’m not worried about the cost.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“The problem is that I made reservations which I intend to keep.”

“Your reservation has been cancelled.”

“By whom?” Sue demanded, unable to maintain her composure.

“By me,” Michael said with a grin. “Now are you coming or are you going to stay in the car?”

While they had been talking, Michael’s driver had unloaded her luggage and was already placing them in the townhouse.

“Why did you cancel my reservation without my consent?” Sue demanded.

Michael shrugged. “Surprise?”

Sue was not laughing.

“Look, if you are worried about the arrangement, rest assured, you’ll have your privacy. You have this place all to yourself,” Michael said.

“That’s not the point Mr. McHeney. I would rather stay in a hotel. I hate to intrude.”

“You’re not intruding by any means.”

“And where will you be staying if I’m staying here?” she asked.

“I’m staying at my condo.”

“Condo?”

“Yes. A condo is—”

“I know what a condo is! Why do you have two homes in such close proximity?”

“I stay at the condo when I work late and I stay here when I don’t. Look. It’s already too late. All the rooms are taken. Besides, you get more space here. Come on, I’ll give you a tour.”

Sue internally groaned and finally agreed to stay at the townhouse, primarily because she had had a long flight and was tired. She had never groaned with so much frustration as she had in the last forty-eight hours. The next two weeks were going to be long.

Chapter 3

“Sue, this is Lily. Lily, this is Sue.”

“Hi, Lily,” Sue said, extending her hand to shake Lily’s tiny hand. Lily looked up at her uncle before shyly placing her hand in Sue’s. Sue gently shook Lily hands with a smile and gave Michael a questioning look.

Michael told Lily she could get a snack before they went to the concert. Lily nodded then ran to the kitchen, leaving the adults to some privacy.

“Surprise,” Michael said, trying to make light of the change. “I’m sorry. Heidi wanted to go to the concert so we traded. We are still going to a concert, just, ah, well, Yo Gabba Gabba?”

“Who’s Heidi?”

“My sister, Lily’s mom.”

“Yo Gabba Gabba will be fine,” Sue said, her eyes on Lily, who had picked Fruit Gushers and was eating her snack neatly at the island counter. “How old is she?”

“Five.”

“She’s beautiful.”

“Thanks, I’ll tell her mom that.”

They left for the concert but they never saw Yo Gabba Gabba. Michael’s driver dropped them off at the venue. As they made their way to their seats, Lily fell, injuring her arm and was taken to the emergency room.

“Sweetheart, look at me.” Sue cupped Lily’s tiny face in her hands. She gently turned the child’s face to her. Sue smiled warmly as she said, “It’s going to be okay. Dr. Christine is going to help make the owie go away. While she’s doing that, keep your eyes on auntie—can you do that?”

Lily nodded, her eyes still filled with tears.

“Good girl,” Sue said soothingly, wiping Lily’s tears. “Remember, keep your eyes on auntie.”

X-rays showed a fractured ulna in Lily’s right arm. Lily needed a cast.

Sue held Lily and caressed her tiny head to her chest, speaking softly to her. Soon, Lily stopped crying and struggling. She hiccupped but there were no more tears.

Sue used the stethoscope to distract Lily while her arm was casted. She placed the ear piece in Lily’s ears then pressed the chest piece to her own chest. Lily giggled with delight. “Did you hear auntie’s heartbeat?” Sue asked.

Still grinning, Lily replied, “Uh-huh.”

“Would you like to hear yours?”

Lily nodded, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. Sue reached for the napkins and gently wiped Lily’s eyes and nose. All the while, Lily listened to the stethoscope.

Sue pressed the diaphragm chest piece to Lily’s chest and the little girl listened intently to the rhythmic beating of her tiny heart. She giggled and her eyes widened as her giggles vibrated through the hollow tubing to her ears, changing the sound. She took a deep breath and giggled at the new sound. Lily made different noises and the joy of her newly discovered toy showed on her pretty face.

Sue looked with longing.

“What about uncle? Does he have beats, too?” Lily asked Sue.

“Yes,” Sue quietly answered, finally remembering that Michael was there, too. She raised her head to him and found him watching her. “Would you like to hear them?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Lily replied.

“Okay, but keep your eyes on auntie, otherwise it won’t work.”

Lily nodded, wiping her nose with her sleeve.

Sue pressed the chest piece to Michael’s chest and Lily giggled with joy at hearing her uncle’s heartbeats. Sue smiled at such innocence. She glanced at Michael briefly and saw that he was smiling from ear to ear, as if this was his first time hearing heartbeats, too. Sue smiled as she returned her attention to Lily.

By the time Lily was discharged, they had missed the concert.

“What about Yo Gabba Gabba?” Lily asked, her eyes pooling with tears as they waited in the hospital lobby for Michael’s driver to pick them up.

Michael checked his watch. “Sorry, Lily. We missed it.”

“Oh no, uncle! What are we going to do?”

“Well, what do you like most about concerts?” Sue asked Lily. Lily sat between Sue and Michael.

“Music and dancing and treats. Daddy always gets me treats,” Lily said.

“How about, since you were so brave tonight, Uncle Michael can get us treats. I hear there is a big candy store with giant candy bars.”

“And gummy bears?” Lily asked.

“And gummy bears,” Sue answered. “So uncle, can we get treats?” Sue asked Michael.

Michael pretended to think about it while Lily pleaded sweetly. He finally consented, giving Sue a wink. Sue grinned.

Sue’s initial reaction to Time Square was “Wow!” There were a lot of … a lot of things. Lights. People. Cars. Michael carried Lily and Sue held on to his arm, afraid to let go. Her hold on his arm tightened as they made their way through a sea of people to get to Hershey’s. The sight of Time Square was both amazing and overwhelming.

Sue’s eyes widened at the sight of the candy store. She tilted her head back to look at the lighted brand names of familiar candy bars she grew up munching on. Upon entering Hershey’s, Sue was bombarded with the most variety of candies she had ever seen. She was just as excited as Lily, maybe even more. They sampled candies and Lily picked her gummies. Sue gawked at the candy bars with delight. “Michael, what’s my budget?”

Michael shrugged, “Whatever you can carry.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

Sue gave him a wily grin. She clasped her hands together, pondering, enthusiastically looking around the candy store. She felt like a child and she showed it. She had not felt this excited or this free in years and the feeling of letting her inner child out of its prison was exhilarating. She happily placed a kiss on Lily’s cheek before setting off to explore.

Sue returned to Michael and Lily with a giant five-pounds Hershey’s chocolate bar. “All set!” she announced.

Michael laughed. Lily giggled.

“How do you intend to eat that thing?” Michael asked, gesturing toward the chocolate.

“Why, Michael, one bite at a time of course,” she replied, grinning and proudly displaying the candy bar in her hands.

Michael was still grinning when he paid for their purchases.

“You may laugh now, Mr. McHeney. Just wait till you have cravings. You’ll wish you had one of these, too.”

“At least, I’ll know where one is,” Michael replied.

Sue took hold of his arm again as they made their way back to his waiting car. She saw McKs—the lights—and for a brief moment she thought of Jae.

“You okay?” Michael asked. Sue had stopped moving and Michael looked at her with concern.

“Oh … I’m sorry. McKs … it’s soo … big.”

“You hungry? We can grab something from there if you’d like,” Michael offered, gesturing toward the fast food joint. Sue shook her head no and took hold of his arm again. They walked in silence the rest of the way back to Michael’s car. The bright lights, the people … it all became … just scary to her now. It no longer held excitement and she silently cursed her stupid mind for straying.

“We could walk around if you’d like,” Michael offered, seeing her change in mood. She had gone from childish excitement to gloom in the span of a second.

“It’s all right. Maybe another night,” Sue replied, placing Lily into her booster seat when they reached his car. Lily offered her a gummy bear and Sue opened her mouth to receive it. She dramatically ate the gummy, pretending to savor the delicious bite. Lily giggled. Lily placed another in Sue’s mouth while Sue finished strapping Lily in her booster. Sue discovered Michael watching her after she finished the task and wondered how long he had been doing so. She couldn’t fathom why she blushed. “It was delicious,” Sue told Michael, thinking her action needed an explanation.

He smiled at her.

Sue sat silently during most of the drive back to Michael’s townhouse. She listened to the chattering between Michael and Lily on the proper ways to eat gummy bears. Sue cracked a smile when Lily scolded Michael for biting off the head first.

High on sugar and youth, Lily was restless with her new confinement once they returned to the townhouse. To calm her, Sue played Lily’s favorite songs on the grand piano in the family room. Sue had tried her best to dance like Yo Gabba Gabba as Lily attempted at a song, but Sue tripped on her own feet and fell with such drama that Lily laughed. Michael joined Sue at the dancing and together they made a good duo. At least they thought so, but dance coordination was not Sue’s strongest talent and she took to the piano instead.

Sue and Lily tortured Michael as they sang and were entertained by his clumsiness at:

“If you’re happy and you know it, wiggle your toes.

If you’re happy and you know it, wiggle your toes.

If you’re happy and you know it, if you truly wanna show it, if you’re happy and you know it…wiggle your toes, touch your nose, stick out your tongue, tap your head, turn around, flap your arms and say, ooh ooh ahh ahh!”

“Ooh ooh ahh ahh?” Michael frowned as he flapped his arms. “You think I’m a flying monkey?” The question was directed at Sue.

“If it’s any consolation, you are the best looking monkey there is.” Sue smiled at him and he smiled back.

Eventually, Lily tired and fell asleep on the chaise by the fireplace. Sue stopped playing the lullabies and children’s songs. She looked out the window into a snow-covered backyard. Beyond that was nothing more than a tall wooden fence. Before she could stop herself, she began to play Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. She supposed, at that time, she felt just as lonely as the music she was playing.

Michael joined her at the piano and Sue stopped playing. “Don’t stop. Please … continue,” Michael encouraged.

“Do you play?”

“Not as well as you.”

“Here. Play something.” Sue scooted over on the bench and Michael sat next to her.

“Brace yourself for a master-piece,” Michael said. He laced his fingers together and flexed them before finding his place on the piano keys. He played Mary Had a Little Lamb.

Sue laughed. “Master-piece indeed.”

“Told you,” Michael said with a grin. Still grinning, he artfully changed the keys and smoothly transitioned into Beethoven’s Fur Elise.

Sue quietly listened to Michael played the piano. She shouldn’t have invited him to play the piano, she thought.

“Thank you,” Michael said.

“For what?”

“For helping with Lily tonight. I would have been less … calm.”

“You are welcome,” she said.

Michael received a phone call and excused himself to answer it. Sue returned to the piano, but she could no longer will her fingers to play a note. She stared at the keys until she heard a cry from Lily and quickly abandoned the piano. Lily was looking for her mommy and Sue lay down next to her to soothe her. 

Weariness from the day finally caught up with her and Sue fell asleep on the chaise, next to Lily.

Michael watched Sue sleeping next to his niece. Sue had not panicked as he had when Lily fell and injured her arm. She had immediately taken control of the situation, instructing him to call for help while she calmed Lily.  

In the emergency room, while he held onto Lily during the casting, Sue had distracted Lily and him with that stethoscope. She had looked at Lily so longingly and so affectionately that Michael couldn’t stop thinking about her nor had he stopped looking at her since. Gone was the ice queen he had met at the airport.

There was something about her. The way she smiled. The way she laughed. So unguarded with his niece, he wished she would do the same with him. He found himself watching her the whole evening.

What was it about her really? She looked nothing like Judith; in fact, this woman had turned out to be everything the opposite of Judith. Judith didn’t want children. Judith never teased him, never ate chocolate nor found any enjoyment in candy stores. Judith…ah, Judith.

Michael tucked a wisp of Sue’s hair behind her ear and she stirred. He smiled. Ah, yes, she was nothing like Judith. Judith wouldn’t be caught dead, sleeping on the couch with a 5-year-old in her arms or wipe the runny nose of a teary eyed 5-year-old.

The doorbell rang and Michael answered. His sister, Heidi, was at the door along with his three teenage nieces.

“How did it go with Lily?” Heidi asked.

“We, ah, missed it,” Michael replied. “Shhh, girls, Lily and Sue are sleeping,” he told his nieces. They were already talking excitedly when he opened the door. They all lowered their excited voices before entering the townhouse, unzipping their coats and modeling their new T-shirts.

Heidi frowned.

“There was an accident and we missed it,” he said closing the door.

“What kind of accident?” Heidi asked, alarmed.

Michael led his nieces and sister to his study where he recapped the evening in full detail to his sister. Heidi turned pale when Michael told her of Lily’s injuries and assured her that Lily was fine. Sue had kept an eye on her all evening and Lily was in great care, he told her. Heidi went into the living room to get a look at her daughter and the woman her brother had so fondly spoken about. At least this woman had a heart, thought Heidi.

Chapter 4

             “I thank you for joining me this evening,” Khyba said into his microphone flashing a breath-taking smile. He wiped his sweaty forehead with his white muscle shirt, exposing his six pack abs and the audience cheered. Laughing, he teased the audience by pulling his shirt and they cheered in response. He danced, tugging at his shirt, exposing a well-sculpted body. His cargos hugged his hips as he proceeded to rip his shirt and the audience was deafening. Music played, dancers danced and Khyba moved perfectly into steps as he tore off his shirt completely and tossed it into the audience.

The music ended and Khyba stopped dancing. The stage darkened, the background changed and a soft, acoustic guitar played in the background. He quickly took a gulp of water from a bottle a stage assistance handed him, threw on a shirt and positioned himself as a spotlight found him. “This last song is special to me and I hope you love it as well,” he said. The audience became silent and he sang in Korean, “I vow to you upon my soul, to cherish you I would…”

            As he sang, his eyes roamed the crowd. He couldn’t see any of their faces, only the lighted “K” they held and the reflection of signs they made. Every time he sang the song, every time he performed, he searched for her.

There was an air of mystery surrounding him. Not so much the man he was or the man Father thought he ought to be. Maybe it wasn’t mystery so much as it was curiosity. Yes. It was more curiosity than mystery. But the curiosity was not about him. It was Khyba and the mysterious beauty who inspired the song he sang.

His publicists had released an elaborate story of romance involving a mysterious beauty who had given him his name before she stole his heart.

If only they knew. He never mentioned her name. He had only revealed that a special girl had come up with the name for him a long time ago. Her name was too painful to mention, too painful to remember. He had given nothing more.

A special girl indeed.

The last image he had of her was of a puppy-eyed seductress in a purple dress, crying beneath the weeping branches of a willow tree. In the brief period he had come to love her, that time was the first and only time he saw her in a dress. He wished he could have left her smiling, laughing. But he had told her they didn’t fit and left her crying.

If he had known how much that image of her would haunt him, he wouldn’t have done what he did. Had he known he would miss her every day of his life since, he would have allowed her to explain. Maybe he would have learned the truth and it would have hurt like hell but at least he wouldn’t be haunted by the image of her looking at him the way she had done. Maybe then, he wouldn’t be scanning the faceless audience for the one face that still haunted him.

It had been eight years and seven months and he still wondered if she missed him the way he missed her. He wondered if she looked into the faces of strangers, searching for him. Maybe it was those questions that led him to look for her, to search for her, only if to learn she was doing fine and had moved on. Perhaps that knowledge would set him free and he would be able to move on with his own life. He would be able to return home and face Sister Jamie and Father, and Sister Mary would forgive him from her grave.

He couldn’t remember the feel of her skin or the scent of her hair, but he could remember the way she looked when she was mad. “Oh sa-nap!” she’d say. Or the way she held onto him when he kissed her. “I love you,” she’d say.

“I vow to you, to love you for eternity…” He closed his eyes and he could feel her finger tracing the bump on his nose. “I vow to you, to cherish you…” He could feel her soft lips on his chin. “I pray each night we’ll meet again, to show you that I’ve kept my vows…” He opened his eyes and stared into the darkness. “I vow to you … to love you…” (End of Sample)

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