This is my Confession

By M.E Giguere

Ten years after

...underestimating the power of God while 

...overestimating a four-year sampling of a powerful aphrodisiac laced with lust, passion, eroticism and love

 

Tatum Shea's heart is deeply tangled in warfare with the man who was her world for their four years in college.

...will Father Channing O'Toole continue to serve his God as a missionary, or

...will he embrace the passionate desire he denied himself for a decade

 

You, the reader, will be taken on a journey of romantic, rambling as destiny unfolds...let the battle begin.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trient Press
• Release date: Jan 9, 2022
• ISBN: 9781955198028

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by M.E.Giguere

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Table of Contents: One . . . Forbidden

Two . . . Time Heals Nothing Three . . . Wine, I Need Wine Four . . . Forget I’m a Priest Five . . . The Way He Kissed Me Six . . . Erratic Beat of my Heart Seven . . . Challenging

Eight . . . Letters from the Past Nine . . . Liquid Sadness

Ten . . . Unhinged

Eleven . . . This is my Confession Twelve . . . Whimsical Memories Thirteen . . . A State of Reality Fourteen . . . Listen to your Heart Fifteen . . . Moments of Intimacy Sixteen . . . A Celebration of Love Seventeen . . . Fire & Ice

Eighteen . . . Missionary Life Epilogue

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One Forbidden Shea

Channing O’Toole, the ebony eyed dishwater blonde heartthrob on campus the past four years, made every girl blush at the sight of him. And gives off enough heat to melt your kindle. But he was my six-foot-four trophy boyfriend all 11through college. Mine! We were like frick and frack. Inseparable!

Channing and I first met one afternoon while hurrying to class the first week of our freshman year. Outside the wooden door of the science lab we bumped into each other. Literally! My purse went flying and emptied it- self at his feet as my face took on several shades of embarrassment. When I looked up, his eyes were as black as the ace of spades doubling down in a hand of black-jack. An amused expression plastered across his parted lips. All I thought of was drowning myself in the warmth of his crevices. He of- fered an apologetic look as we scrambled to gather my worldly possessions I managed to cram in my purse. It was pathetic.

How about Mr. and Mrs. Clumsy meet up at Sam’s for coffee after class? he asked. My treat. Melting at the sound of his words, I nodded a yes, pushed through the door and hurried to my seat just before my wobbly legs gave out from underneath me. Wow! He was gorgeous, sexy with a hint of aftershave lingering. I couldn’t quiet the fluttering butterflies as he took a seat beside me. Mind? he whispers near my ear.

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Four years later, we threw our royal-blue caps encircled with alma mater gold tassels in the air . . . marking the end of the graduation com- mencement. The beginning of a new journey spread out in front of us like an endless smorgasbord of choices.

After getting shit-faced with friends on Saki bombers at a local sushi place near a pier in the San Diego area Channing and I headed to the ocean. We were met with the familiar smell of salty air mixed with the sounds of the squawking seagulls flying overhead.

As we settle under a Cabana, we watch frothy waves playing hide-in- seek as the shoreline whimsically disappears.

Cocooned in his sexy taut arms, I whispered, Channing O’Toole, I love how you love me. Mesmerized by the sea of stars dancing under the eclipse of the moon, the high tide of the Pacific washed over us caressing our bodies.

I love how you love me back, Shea, he said, burying himself inside me. How the hell am I going to walk away and leave you like this? Falling apart in my arms. Shea, tell me how? He’s the only one that ever calls me that. Look at you. Parting my quivering lips with the salt from his. You’re so beautiful, Shea.

I love the way the waves kiss your hair while the moon reflects onto the pebbled sand highlighting the emerald-green of your eyes. He gin- gerly swishes the hair from my cheeks. It’s enough to make a grown man cry, he whispers.

Then don’t! Don’t go! Yelling up into his black steely eyes soaked with tears. I can’t stand by and watch you walk away from me. Forever is a long time. You hear me Channing? I just won’t. I tore myself from his grip and sprint through the gigantic waves smashing the shore, tears racing down my cheeks, gasping for a breath of air. How do I go on from here? Dear God, I scream. Why are you taking him from me? Falling to my knees as the tide pulls me further and further out from the shore.

Shea, Shea. Channing screams as he jumps against the powerful waves to reach me. Shea, are you crazy?

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Crazy in love with you, asshole. Pounding on his chest. How can you do this to me? To us? He sweeps me up and breathlessly buries his lips over my mouth. How could he love me one second and walk away in the next breath?

He had been torn between spending the rest of our lives together. Marriage, children, the entire package. We were madly in love. Instead he followed his passion of becoming a priest and left me at the altar, metaphorically speaking. He chose, God. I was devastated. He vowed to love me always. And I believed him. But instead he took the sacred vow of celibacy. F**k him.

My mistake was underestimating the power of God. And . . . over- estimating a powerful