IF A WOMAN dumps a man she’s dating who loves her, you can bet his reaction and the fallout will be swift.
He didn’t heed the warnings of an impending separation.
A woman doesn’t leave without warning or foreshadowing of the event. She has to make arrangements, plans put into place for when she leaves him. This often happens under the man’s nose but he doesn’t notice, or maybe he’s in denial.
Why didn’t he see it coming? Chalk that up to Ego. The entity that lashes out at the woman when her leaving becomes real and the questions begin.
When I tell a story in fictional terms, what the reader gets is the psychological machinations of characters in the throes of emotional war. How far will a man go to capture what he lost? He wants to prove to the woman she was wrong to leave, so he takes one more leap to show his mettle but loses again.
For the man dumped, it’s heartbreaking when she leaves. It becomes something else if she’s involved with another man and the relationship is serious from the start.
Drowning his misery is as easy as a trip to the liquor store, or the bottom drawer of a desk, but when he awakens he needs a plan.
Here’s the setup…
Alex Gantry, the heroine, has left Brian Marks, and fallen for T.J. Gale, who feels the same about her. Marks won’t let go, so the drama and action center on getting her back at any cost. The story begins in the Washington, D.C., Beltway, with most of the action taking place in Los Angeles, California.
An excerpt from Beltway Betrayers…
“I’m not giving up,” Brian Marks said under his breath.
The chase over, he had run aground.
Left splayed at the surprise delivered by the only woman who had ever challenged him, Brian had told Alex he understood. He’d even stopped calling.
The wound remained open. The only remedy he knew was to ignore how she felt, replaced with what he wanted.
A waft of stale alcohol escaped his mouth in a belch. He pushed himself off his couch, walking across the room to stare out at the expanse of the Pacific Ocean. The intense heat of an Indian summer day was gone. The smell of his inebriation remained.
The black sea in the dark night battered the shore, mist targeting him like tears, mocking his despondency but mistaking his mood. He could hear the boom of the waves but couldn’t see the sea. The moon in the sky created a light beam across the black water that appeared to be a celestial bridge. The setting was fitting for a noir film. It was a mirage that could hypnotize the onlooker into believing it was a short walk to touch the moon. But Brian wasn’t thinking about romantic images. The constant crash of the waves accentuated the beating pulse in his head. […] Brian stood, watching the sea, a man alone talking to the gods, who were laughing at his weakness…
The psychological thrillers I write are my brand of romantic fiction where the women are equal to the men, and traditionalism is no longer working for them.
We want the freedoms financial independence brings at a time in history where doors are wide open for us.
Surely any man can relate; maybe that’s why his reaction is intense.
“Happily ever after” is harder in the 21st-century because women no longer have to pretend they don’t wield as much power as men.
“Having it all” in the fiction I write is as hard to manifest as in real life… and twice as dangerous.