The Wright Brother

By: Marie Hall


To my husband, Matt. I still remember the day I first saw you walk into my geometry class sophomore year of high school. We’ve been a part of each other’s lives for over nineteen years now, it doesn’t seem possible. I couldn’t do any of what I do without you.

The Wright Brother

Marie Hall, author of the Moment Series, has released a new Contemporary Romance. Set on two continents and a three-decade love affair full of pain, joy, and the knowledge that sometimes even destiny needs a helping hand.

From the moment I opened my eyes I could only see the world in shades of gray. There was no noise, no sound, nothing. Deaf and colorblind, I was a loner. My world was bleak, silent and empty, until her. Until I met my neighbor, Elisa Jane Adrian. I want her. I need her. The fractured part of me feels whole when she's around. Like the world isn't so dark, isn't so bleak, and so still. I know it's impossible, but when I look at Elisa I swear I can see color, can hear the gentle inhalations of her breath. I know she feels it too, this magic, this desperate desire...

I first saw him when I was three. Julian Wright was different than any other guy I'd ever known. He sees the world in a way I know I never will. But he intrigues me. The way he looks at me with his sea green eyes, how he hypnotizes me with his smile.

It's dangerous these feelings I have for him. Reckless and stupid. I'm so much older than him, I know better. And I'll fight these desires; no one will ever know how I feel. I'll even pretend to myself that I'm not as hooked on him as he is on me.

I'll move away to Ireland, I'll forget him, but that's the thing about the Wright's, they have a way of getting under your skin, into your soul, and no matter the time or distance, once a Wright sets their eyes on you, there's no going back...ever.

Chapter 1

Three tiny little bundles stared back at Elisa Jane. Their faces were scrunched and red as they shuddered and wiggled beneath their monkey-print blankets.

They were sorta cute, in an ugly kind of way.

Two of the babies looked back at her. Cooing and making funny noises.

“Aww.” Her tiny heart melted as she reached out her hand to let one of the babies latch on to her finger, but she couldn’t shove her hand through the bars far enough to get to him. “Cute.”

Leaning up on tiptoe even higher so that she could get a better look at the triplets, Elisa held tight to the edge of their crib.

“Elisa.” Mum glanced up from her spot on the couch. “You be careful, young lady.”

“Okay, Mum,” she said dutifully, wondering why Mrs. Wright’s face looked so splotchy.

Sometimes Elisa’s face would go splotchy too. Like when she’d fall off her bicycle and scrape her knees. Or that one time she accidentally touched the hot stove. Her face had gone really splotchy then, too. There were no scrapes on Mrs. Wright’s knees, so maybe she’d gotten burnt.

Pressing her lips together, she turned back to study the babies.

They were grunting and scrunching their noses, and their fists had wormed their way out of the snuggly blanket.

“You’re ugly,” she murmured and then quickly glanced back at her mother. Mum would be mad if she heard her calling babies ugly. But they were.

Their faces were so red, and they had no hair. “But pretty eyes,” she said as a consolation, even though their eyes weren’t all that pretty. And Daddy had told her once that boys weren’t pretty, they were handsome. But she didn’t think they were handsome, either.

One of the babies sneezed. And that was cute. It tugged a smile to her lips.

All year Elisa had been so excited waiting for Mrs. Wright to have her triplets. And now they were finally here and that was nice. Of course it wasn’t fair that they weren’t girls. Because boys were dirty, and sometimes mean. But as long as they understood that they couldn’t be mean to Elisa, then she’d be okay with that, she supposed.

But it would take a while before they could play with her. Elisa would be three soon. She was the biggest of the big girls and they were just really small.

Two of the babies were blinking huge owl eyes up at her. But the third baby was looking at the wall of the crib with a weird stare. Elisa had been trying for the past ten minutes to get that baby to look at her, but he just wouldn’t.

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