EXCERPT
Origin
(Alexandra's Order Book 1)
(Alexandra's Order Book 1)
by Emilia
I. Rutigliano
Origin is the first book in Emilia I. Rutigliano's Alexandra's Order series. Also available: Organization. Coming soon: Orient and Oracle.
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Description
Alexandra Kamin is everywoman. At 42, she has a loving family, terrific
children, a great career with a superlative income, a gorgeous face with a
terrific figure, and a loving boyfriend. Most impressive is that she is in
complete control of every ambit of her life.
Where do you go when you are at the top?
Origin takes you back to the
beginning … the beginning of Alexandra’s life in America, the beginning of the
truest of love affairs, and the beginning of an entrepreneurial life. Through a
series of flashbacks and conversations, Alexandra explains every nuance that
made this beautiful family a dynasty that you want to root for.
Schooling, work, child rearing, and family affairs are all under
Alexandra’s Order.
Come join the family.
Excerpt
“NIIIIICCCCEEEE!”
Alexandra bellowed stepping into the “apartment.” This was really something.
“You’re impressed?”
The svelte blonde laughed, allowing Alexandra to walk through and take it all
in.
“Had I known it
would be like this, I would have admitted myself into a psychiatric facility a
long time ago!” Alex was making conversation. Her mind was too busy assessing
the place.
She was standing in
a two-story duplex. It was a “New” building, on the West side of New York City
overlooking the Hudson River. The building was entirely made of glass. Inside
the apartment, everything was appointed in tones and textures of white.
“It’s not too late
you know.” The blonde answered, using exactly the same tone. “I have friends
who run sanatoria and “well-centers” in Connecticut … and in California, by the
surf. There’s one in Los Cabos too. They are all luxurious. Plenty of fancy
things and gardens and pool-sides. I could make arrangements.”
“I’m soooo in!”
Alexandra admitted. “Where do I sign up, Doc!? Do I lie on this couch?” She
asked, pointing toward a white, tufted, leather couch. Alex was trying to
analyze how someone was brilliant enough to design it. It was definitely
modern, but it still had enough “old world” comfort that you could just lounge
on it to read or watch TV. And this leather ... it was just ... soft, and
supple and inviting. “Wait did we get a diagnosis on me already?”
“Well sure, didn’t
your friends already decide that you are depressed and need to be cured? Why
else would you be seeing a psychiatrist?” The blonde asked, laughing. She came
into the sitting area, and sat down in one of the white lounge chairs.
“Right.” Alex
agreed. She sat in the chair opposite her, although they were both facing the
outside. The Hudson River was playing with the sunlight and the water was
bouncing the rays in such a way that it looked like it was generating the
sparkles. “So, uhm ... how do we do this?”
“Cure you?” The
blonde was laughing, and Alex smirked at her, rolling her eyes.
“Relax. This is for
you Alexandra. There is no pattern. Want some water or iced tea or something?”
“Water would be
great.” Alexandra said, though her mind was more into photographing this room.
The details were
extraordinary. The room was “albino”. That seemed to be its strength. Someone
specifically made it -- not devoid of color, really -- but purposefully white.
It was rich in its whiteness. The walls, and there were many, although,
technically, the whole place was “open”, were of different materials. Some
walls were Venetian or marbleized stucco. Some were pure Carrera marble, with
just the veining showing through. Some were sueded, and some had
mother-of-pearl wall coverings. But everything was white. Not cream ... but
white. And nothing was in contrast with anything. The hard and soft surfaces
all melded.
The ceiling-to-floor
windows had no treatments. Large, ornate “boxes” that served as moldings (with
mother-of-pearl textures) obviously held shades that could be let down by means
of a remote control. There was one, enormous, Chihuly chandelier. It was white,
too.
“Do all
psychiatrists’ offices look like this?” Alexandra joked, sort of.
“No, actually. I’m
trying a new experiment with you.” The good doctor said.
Praise for the Book
About the Author
Emilia I. Rutigliano is an attorney who writes about people that she
finds interesting. Although her books are fiction, she weaves in a lot of the
events of her own life, practice and travels. She lives in New York City with
her husband and three precocious teenagers (who occasionally acknowledge her
existence when the internet is malfunctioning).
Alexandra's Order is Emilia’s second book
series, and is geared toward readers who enjoy a full story about
multi-dimensional characters. Because Alexandra's
Order takes place in many locations with many different cultures, Emilia
doesn’t write it unless she visits each location and meets the people who
speak, think and act the same way as the characters in the book. It’s a tough
life, but she perseveres …
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