Valentine's Age: Rekindled

By Noel Jade

In the enchanting warmth of Valentine's Day, a curvy woman's laughter fills the air at a charity auction, her eyes locking with a once-meek mentor now transformed into an alpha male. Against the backdrop of societal whispers and age-gap doubts, their connection reignites, promising a second chance at love. As they navigate the complexities of their shared past, from unrequited crushes to unexpected revelations, Rainbow and Cesare defy norms and societal judgment, embracing a romance destined to flourish anew.

 

Embark on a journey where age is just a number, challenges are stepping stones, and love defies societal norms. "Valentine's Age: Rekindled" resonates with the timeless magic of Valentine's Day, celebrating resilience, second chances, and the allure of unexpected affection. If you enjoy stories of rekindled romance and defying societal expectations, then this heartfelt novelette is a must-read.

 

Experience the exhilarating dance of attraction, the warmth of shared memories, and the triumph of love over adversity. Join Rainbow and Cesare as they rewrite their love story, proving that genuine affection knows no bounds. Don't miss out on this captivating tale of second chances and genuine connection. Buy "Valentine's Age Rekindled: A Second Chance Affair" now and immerse yourself in the enchanting world of love rediscovered.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Noel Jade
• Release date: Feb 15, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224699209

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Valentine's Age

Rekindled

Noel Jade

Copyright © 2024 by Noel Jade

Contents

1.Chapter 1

2.Chapter 2

3.Chapter 3

4.Chapter 4

5.Chapter 5

6.Chapter 6

7.Chapter 7

8.Chapter 8

9.Chapter 9

10.Chapter 10

11.Epilogue

Chapter one

Chapter 1

Rainbow

The grand library of Carmichael University was abuzz, filled with professors, alumni, and bibliophiles browsing first editions and placing silent bids. I took in the familiar surroundings, comforted by the smell of aged paper as I navigated the maze of oak shelves.

It had been years since I stepped foot in any hallowed hall of literature, though somehow it still felt like home. I was here tonight to support the university’s charity auction, definitely not because I was pathetically dateless on Valentine’s weekend.

No, I refused to dwell on my abysmal track record with love. How many times had my heart led me astray? First there was timid Thomas, who couldn’t even work up the nerve to kiss me. Then came fickle Fabian who left me for an old flame. Followed by playboy Paolo who...well, the less said about that disaster, the better.

And now, ghosting Wesley. I sighed, resentment rising in my chest. Would I ever find someone capable of genuine connection? At 23, watching friends revel in casual flings and transient romances, I couldn’t help but feel alone on my solitary path. My girlfriends scoffed at the idea of settling down, content with fleeting passion and playing the field. But in my heart, I longed for lasting love, someone to share my dreams and walk beside me. Wesley was just another failed attempt, reinforcing my creeping fear that I was destined to wander alone. But I couldn’t lose hope. Somewhere out there was a soul longing to find mine. I just had to hold on to faith that when the time was right, our stars would align.

But I was determined not to let melancholy ruin my evening. Tonight I would bask in literary splendor, enjoying the company of fellow book lovers. Romance could wait.

Shaking off my gloom, I turned down an aisle of ornate encyclopedias only to collide headlong with a complete stranger. Books tumbled from the shelves as I stumbled backwards. Strong hands grasped my shoulders, keeping me from falling further.

Good heavens! Are you alright? a refined voice asked. I looked up, an apology on my lips, and found myself staring into an arrestingly familiar pair of hazel eyes.

Though this gentleman exuded sophistication, his eyes sparked with humor. Something about his gaze struck a chord, yet I couldn’t quite grasp why. He seemed to recognize me instantly, while I wracked my brain trying to place him.

Had we crossed paths before? His face tugged at hazy memories, obscured by the passage of time. Perhaps a chance encounter forgotten long ago? I took in his athletic build, his air of refined confidence. No, I would have remembered this polished, magnetic man.

Yet his eyes gazed into mine with such familiar warmth. I sifted through faces from my past, searching for his. A long lost relative? An old family friend? The possibilities swirled as I struggled to unlock the mystery of this handsome stranger.

Professor Montague! You look... I hesitated, his identity suddenly clicking into place. This was my favorite literature professor from university. I flashed back to those early days - sitting engrossed in the front row as he lectured passionately about