Friends to Lovers, lovers still friendsFriends to lovers stories are my favourite kind, whether it’s movies or in books. When two people, no less than best friends who have been through difficult times together, end up together, it warms up my heart to the core. How can I not when the love between them is so unique? With no binding of lovers, they can sense the other’s mood with just a look, know the right thing to say to make the other smile and always leave their shoulder free for you to lean on even when your supposed lover ditches you.
There is a particular kind of friends to lovers storyline that endears me. It is when
two people who have spent a lifetime being best friends, develop feelings along the way, but are too afraid to reveal it each other. They fear losing what they have, and changing the wavelength their relationship has been riding on all these years. I enjoy this a lot because, they run around fantasizing about the other, and yet try to act normal. All this despite the tension between them which is so thick that if they happen to breathe wrong, they’d choke on it. There is an undercurrent of humour in this scene and deep love that holds them off from confessing for fear of loss. The selflessness touches me. However, the more they avoid each other, the thicker the tension. And when they finally realize they should have confessed their feelings like seven years ago, the wait is all worth it. And of course, from then on, they walk around practically attached to the hip. That is the ultimate delight!
There is yet another kind of friends to lovers storyline that is dearer to me. It is when one of them is a little bit too enthusiastic about how he feels about his/her best friend. On the other hand his/her friend has no clue about his feelings. So while one struggles to taper down his feelings, stare on while they go out with one another, clench their hands and grit their teeth when she is kissing someone else., the other lives her life feeling blessed to have such an understanding best friend!
My new book, Truly Madly, Deeply, You, is one such story. Frey has been in love with Liese for the longest time. So throughout their best friend-hood years, he pines for her, scowling and glaring at her boyfriends, until finally she gets married to another man. He had all but given up hope to have her as lover but never once left her side as her best friend. But after Liese loses her husband, Frey is there to comfort her, keeping all his feelings at bay. But when he does get a chance to help her open her eyes to what has been standing before her all along, he doesn’t let it go. This book follows an over-enthusiastic Frey who goes from sweet to hot in an attempt to convince Liese that he is more than just her best friend. Well, at the end of the book and much to my liking, they both get their happy ever after.
I feel there are no rules on how to love, or who to love. The heart does it’s own thing. I say, if you are lucky to be involved with someone who is your best friend, who holds cherishes your heart too, you are very lucky. I hope if you ever read my book, you would feel this special love between friends. Lovers still friends.
Thank you, Shandy, for having me on your blog.
Book Title: Truly, Madly, Deeply, You
Author: Cecilia Robert
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: InkSpell Publishing
Publication Date: March 21st 2012
Format: eBook, Kindle
Four days before Valentine’s Day, Liese Hansfeld is determined to shut the door to her house, as well as her heart, for her annual four days of mourning her one true love. Little does she know her best friend Freytag Meier is just as determined to keep her from her ritual. He’s ready to pick the lock to her apartment door and camp in her living room if that’s what it takes.
What Freytag isn’t prepared for is the surge of deep-rooted emotions he feels for Liese, but two things stand in his way: the grief and guilt she still clutches close to her heart, and a man who threatens to snatch Liese from under Frey’s watchful eye. Frey is determined to distract her into forgetting her pain. But is that enough to ease her grief, or help her see he can be more than her best friend?
“You all right, Li?”
She nodded as her eyes swept the room, then back at him. “Really, Frey, you didn’t have to do all that. I was going to clean after the four days.”
He shrugged. “No worries, sweetheart. What are friends for?” He smiled and beckoned her to him with his free hand. She followed the delicious smell of food more than she obeyed him, and stood beside him. He smiled at her, and pulled her into one arm hug and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Feeling better?”
She nodded, peeking inside the pot. “Yes, I am,” she said, hoping her voice came out cheerful. She didn’t want to have him worried. “Smells good. What’s this?”
“Healthy food.” He turned his attention to the pot of whatever delicious concoction he was cooking and continued stirring.
Liese glanced around for something to do while he went about preparing the meal. She frowned, as her gaze zeroed in on the sofa.
“Er, Frey, what’s that?”
He glanced up from the pot, and followed her pointing finger. “Oh, that. My overnight bag,” he said nonchalantly. “Didn’t I tell you I’m staying here for those four days? No? Well, I am.” He turned, unconcerned, and continued stirring, dipped two fingers inside the array of bottles of spices in front of him, pinched small amounts and sprinkled dashes into the pot. He repeated the action a few more times before he grunted in satisfaction.
She glared at his back, watching the rise and fall of the muscles there. “No, you’re not.” She glanced up, then poked his arm with her finger to make her point. “You can’t do this to me, Frey. Another time, but not these four precious days. I need to be alone.”
Frey tilted his head slightly, his midnight blue eyes gentle and kind as they’d always been. “Sorry, I’m not leaving. Get used to the idea, Li. Besides, I have five votes from your mom and dad. We voted who should come over and stay with you. I won.” He grinned, and turned away to stir what she now saw was red sauce. The scent of mint filled the air, and her stomach grumbled.
She ignored it and twisted out from under his arm. He snatched her back and held her snug and tight against the length of his body. She leaned into his soothing touch, savouring the comfort of his fingers as they caressed up and down her arm. Her body began to relax. “If I needed you, I’d have called you and asked—”
“Eat, and then if you want to talk later, we’ll talk.” Frey pecked her on the forehead once again, then brought his hand to her face and tucked a few strands of her wayward curls behind her ear. He let her go. “Now sit over there like a good girl.”
She grunted in frustration and stalked away, well, as much as her weakened body would allow her to stalk without losing her pride. She plopped down on the sofa. “You’re no better than my parents.”
He chuckled. “You bet I’m not. I’m worse.”
Cecilia Robert enjoys the play and weave of words that make up a good story. She enjoys creating fantastical worlds and getting lost in them. She often meets a prince, a princess, a pirate, ordinary and badass boy or girl who take her through the wonderful world of dreaming and fantasy.
She doesn't have particular leanings to any kind of story as long as it captures her attention She reads and enjoys urban/dark fantasy romance, paranormal, contemporary, sci-fi, mystery or horror as much as her children's school books.
Some nights, you can find her reading Puss in Boots for her daughter, or trying to understand how to read Manga comics from her son.