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LABEL.ME.MAN By Pat Garcia

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Cover by 4WILLS Pub

Hello Everyone,

Here is a second excerpt from my upcoming novella.

Label.Me.Man

Ferro closed the door behind them and walked around the Bentley to the driver’s side. The dark-tinted glass panels that separated the front and back seats were closed, accommodating Gio’s often withdrawn nature. He sat back and sighed. His most precious treasure was seated beside him. Gio looked to his left. Jediah sat close to the door, gazing out the window. Pain flowed through his heart. Jediah filled his world with light, but her fear of him was an agitation he needed to learn how to deal with. Could he bear to let her go? He ached deeply for her to understand and commit to him and their marriage.
“You don’t have to sit so far away from me.”
“I’m fine.”
“All right.”
“Aren’t we going home?” Jediah asked, noticing that Ferro wasn’t driving in that direction.
“No, we’re going to my office. I have to attend the negotiation.”
“When does it end?” she asked, turning her head from the window to look at him.
“I don’t know.”
“Then it will be a long one.”
“Probably, but don’t let it concern you.”
“Could you take me home first? You have my word that I’ll never run away again.”
“I want you to come with me.”
“Why?”
“Because I need you by my side,” Gio answered, his voice hardening.
“Do you need or want me here because you don’t trust me?” Jediah replied. “Would I still have to go to the meeting if I agreed to the additional inclusion in our marital agreement to give you all the time you need?”
Do you agree?”
“Yes, I agree.”
“That makes me happy, Jediah. I know I’m weird, but I’m not insane. I wouldn’t have chosen you if I didn’t think you could handle marriage to me. We’ll drop you off at our home, and I’ll have another car pick me up so I can return to my meeting.” Gioacchino leaned forward, opened the glass panel, and instructed Ferro regarding the change of plans.
“Thank you,” Jediah said as Ferro moved to the right lane, which led to the interstate to take them home.
“You’re welcome,” Gioacchino said, closing the glass panel between them and Ferro. He leaned toward her and kissed her cheek. “I love you,” he whispered in her ear, putting aside the formality between them.
He reminisced about the romcom Jediah loved to watch. Practicing the scene that he had stored in his memory, he left his hiding place, bridging the distance, and turned her toward him. He pulled her to his chest and cradled her in his arms, pressing her head against him. Jediah’s body relaxed in his embrace.
“I believe you,” Jediah turned and murmured, her mouth covered by his jacket.
Surprised that his action seemed to calm her, he experienced a rare happy moment and planted kisses on her forehead, unaware of what his action meant to her.

Shalom shalom

Pat Garcia

https://patgarciaauthor.com/2025/02/10/label-me-man-by-pat-garcia/

MFRW Book Hooks Label.ME.MAN By Pat Garcia @pat_garcia

Good Morning or Good Evening, Everyone,

I am finishing my Novella, which will be released between April 15 and May 5, 2025. It is Romantic Women’s fiction with bits of drama, suspense, humor, and sensuality.

Blurb:

Gioacchino Tarinni needed to figure out who or what he was. Born savant with Autism Spectrum Disorders that labeled him as unusually bright, he lacked any type of social, emotional, or spiritual graces that would qualify him as being human. He was peddled between medical offices and laboratories as doctors and scientists deciphered whether he could be considered as human. So far, he has failed in every experiment except for his friendship with his friend, manservant, and chauffeur, Ferro. Psychiatrists and Sociologists have yet to find out how that developed. 

Seated with Ferro at a cafe, Gioacchino focuses on a woman engrossed in her tablet. He attempts to count the braids on her head while sitting at a table on the other side of the room, but her frequent head movements foil his efforts each time. Annoyed at her not keeping her head still, he gets up and goes to her table to command her not to move. However, the displeasure on her face at his interruption fascinates him, and in a moment of impulsive audacity, he proposes marriage instead.

Excerpt:

A wife of noble character who can find?

She is worth far more than rubies.

Her husband has full confidence in her and lacks nothing of value.

She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life.

—Proverbs 31:10–12

Gioacchino Tarinni’s speedometer hit 280 kmh on Interstate 3 heading to Frankfurt International Airport. Traffic was heavy. Approaching the exit leading to the departure terminal for Lufthansa, he drove into a sharp curve, his car leaning to the left on two wheels. His tires screeched, and Ferro, his long-time friend, manservant, and chauffeur, fell against his right shoulder. Gio skidded to the boardwalk of the Lufthansa’s check-in for outbound flights going to London Heathrow and stopped the car abruptly. Leaving the engine running, he jumped out, commanding Ferro to get behind the steering wheel and to remain near so he could spot him when he returned with Jediah.

The only thing that mattered to Gioacchino was stopping his wife. She would always be his utmost concern. Six months of marriage had taught him that she could be stubborn if she wanted to. When she tried to leave him the first time, he’d resorted to drastic measures and called the chairman of the board of directors at the airport. The plane take-off was delayed. Gioacchino had entered the first-class section and saw the brown, velvet pieces of cloth knitted together and sitting quietly, waiting for the plane to close its doors so it could move to the runway. Her eyes met his, and she stood up without a word and walked to him with her brown, velvety arms flapping like bird wings.

He had desired to reach out, take those dark pieces of cloth in his arms, and hold them close to his heart as he did at home, but he didn’t want to create a disturbance. So he put his hand gently around her luscious waist and let his fingers feel her softness as he led her out of the plane.

The stewardess looked frightened, but Jediah told her she had nothing to fear, that her husband’s mental processes had failed to register that she had planned to take a trip. Gioacchino snorted. That was a lie. A savant autistic whose intelligence had been measured at 220 in mathematics and aerodynamics and 125 in all other areas of the autism scale, he didn’t understand people at all. But Jediah was an exception. He needed her to help him break out of the mold that characterized him as a robot incapable of relating to others emotionally, socially, sexually, and spiritually. According to tests taken in these areas, he had zeroed out completely. For Gioacchino, Jediah had lied, and a lie was a lie. There was no such thing as strategic lying based on diplomacy. His doctors labeled him a robot born with human skin and a strong heart that beat to keep him alive.

I hope you enjoyed the snippet.

Have a lovely week.

Shalom shalom

Pat Garcia

https://patgarciaauthor.com/2025/02/04/mfrw-book-hooks-label-me-man-by-pat-garcia/
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