I haven’t nailed down a release date, but it’ll be very soon. More details to come. It won’t be available on Kindle Unlimited, but it’ll be a wide release – Smashwords, Apple, Kobo, iBooks, Barnes & Noble, and regular degular Kindle.
The devil didn’t drag me to hell; I willingly went with him.
Being the baby mama of Atlanta’s notorious drug lord comes with unexpected perks. I’m protected at all times, and I have a nanny at my disposal so I can run my coffee shop. The other apparent setback, Cameron, aka Finesse, always has a target on his back, and in turn, so do I.
To protect my sanity, I had to finally break free from him. But now the question is, for how long?
“Ethan, if we’re going to be playing this game, this is about to be a long holiday for both of us.” I kindly warn him. “So, if there’s something on your mind you need to spit it out before I don’t care anymore.”
Ethan gives another sigh. “What kind of family thinks it’s okay to take a baby away from their mother during the holiday season?”
“The same kind of family you’re willingly marrying into. The same kind of family you like to take a blind eye to on certain things except for the one thing that is important to you.” I add. “That family.”
I hit a nerve because Ethan slowly turns to me. “This has nothing to do with Jamie.”
“This has everything to do with Jamie. Just like this has everything to do with my association with Cameron.” I sip my hot chocolate. “You’re leaving Eric out of this conversation and we both know why.”
Ethan contemplates for a moment. “The Page family are not good people,” he quietly warns me, “you already knew this and you still went ahead and had his baby. You honestly thought he was just going to pay child support and leave you alone?” I look away to the distance. Now it’s my turn to feel uncomfortable. “You are the best thing that’s happened to that family. Any claims of racism will be shot down with a PR photo of Eric and Heather with Mia. Photo-ops at Fresh Espresso. Heather will try to sneak in a photo of you and her together.” He pauses for a melodramatic effect. “How much are they paying you?”
“Nothing in comparison to what they’ll pay you,” I play his game. “You’re the police; they’ll pay a lot more for your privilege than anything I could ever offer them. You honestly think any investigation you make on Cameron is going to go anywhere?” I immediately think of the conversation I had with Senator Edwards. “Nothing will happen to Cameron, but Eric will make sure everything will happen to you.”
A Boy is a Gun will be available this summer on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Apple, Smashwords, and (possibly) Google Play.
This is the continuation of a short story I posted on Medium, featuring many reader’s favorite couple – Nick and Zerrin.
She knew Nick D’Amato. She did not know Saint Nick.
When Zerrin Campbell-D’Amato discovered an illicit secret about her husband, she doesn’t feel jealous or betrayed. Instead, she feels intense arousal. She also knows her husband is reluctant to fulfill a new request unless she asked.
Professor Nick D’Amato is renowned as Saint Nick, one of the best Doms in the world. He’d trained many submissive and Doms and was well-respected. When his wife finds out a secret of His, He wonders if she could really handle everything she asks for.
Did Zerrin bite off more than she could chew? Can Nick treat her like He has with His other submissives?
Tesoro Mio is an erotic novella; a continuation of To Love and Obey. It’s about trust, love, and the Dom/sub dynamic.
“I never tried it with you, Zerrin, because I didn’t think you would like it. It has nothing to do with some weird Madonna-whore complex you think I might have.” He clarified and Zerrin raised a brow. “I didn’t do it simply because I didn’t think you would be able to handle what I wanted to do.”
Zerrin was annoyed; pissed-off, even. Everything her husband, her Dom, wanted her to do, she did without hesitation. Now He questioned if she was really about that life? “Sir, I allowed You to use knives on me. I allowed you, Sir, to mummify me to the point I couldn’t even walk. Now, you’re questioning if I would’ve been able to handle a little violence?”
“It’s different, tesoro, and we both know this.” His voice was firm, but soft. “It’s different when I order you to do a bootblacking session for a fellow Dom. It’s another different ballgame if I want to use a rose vibrator on you while you’re being choked.”
As I’m writing Finesse #4 (there will be five books total in that one), I decided to release a series of shorter works in the meantime.
I posted a snippet of this book on Medium (click here), and the extended snippet is on wattpad (click here). So, here’s the blurb and a sexier snippet here:
Home is where one starts from. And sometimes, it’s where one ends.
Hunter Calhoun is the antithesis of his father, Foster, an old-school cowboy with old-school ways. When Foster died and made Hunter and a co-executor in charge of the family ranch, Hunter had to reassess what home actually meant to him.
Larissa “Lari” Belvedere has seen her fair share of cowboys, ranchers, and city slicking-know-it-all. When her mentor/surrogate father left her in charge of the family ranch along with his eldest son, it made her wonder if there was still a spot at the place she’s called home for years.
Worlds collide and sparks fly when Larissa and Hunter realize they are each other’s definition of home, even if they don’t realize it.
Hurricane is an erotic romance novella about death, forgiveness, and moving on.
Being the CEO of a very successful brand had its challenges. There were no more than thirty different types of honey on the market and Larissa always had to justify why anyone should shell out money for her premium honey. Why was hers so different from the store-bought ones? Why was hers better than the other organic brands?
More often than not, she was challenged. Competitors thought she was overhyped. Partners wanted her to be nicer in the boardroom. No one could believe everything was her idea and not Foster’s.
Larissa was bored with all of it.
She’d spent most of her life proving people wrong to the point it was a regular pastime for her. Dare she thought, she also spent time proving Hunter wrong.
Still, she loved the way he made her feel. She didn’t know the stark difference between being wanted and needed until him. Did she want him? Of course. But did she need him? Even Larissa couldn’t deny that.
She’d plenty of money to walk away and not look back. She chose not to. She loved Silverlake too much. Furthermore, she wanted to see where everything would go with Hunter. Could they stay professional, even if things didn’t work out? Or would he leave the first moment things became too hot?
“May I bother you?” Hunter asked as she turned around. He stepped out into the balcony with a glass of wine and a bottle in his hand. “You were just too damn beautiful to be here alone and I wanted to interrupt you.”
“By all means.” Larissa watched him take her glass and refill it as he poured one of his own. “How was your day, baby?”
The way she said baby made Hunter’s cock twitch. Sultry, smoky, and breathless. “It was…” He clinked glasses with her. “…an adventure. I’ll meet with Savior in the morning about my role in the firm. I’m prepared to give up everything if I have to.”
The news surprised Larissa. Hunter didn’t seem like the type to give up a career so easily. “Really? I thought you loved being a lawyer, Hunter?” She scrunched her forehead. “What about the families involved and other cases?”
“I do love being a lawyer. I’ll still handle their cases, but I wouldn’t take on new ones.” He revealed. He leaned over the balcony and breathed in the salty air. He would miss it but not as much as he already missed the quietness and peace Lockridge gave him. “But the ranch is my home. It’s my life. Working alongside you at Silverlake and learning about Sweetness did something to me. It made me realize there’s more to life than just paperwork and lawsuits.” He curled a lock of her hair behind her left ear and Larissa kissed his inner wrist. “I just…I need to be with you, Larissa.”
“I’m not a California-type of girl, Hunter.” She replied, her voice was soft. “I came from here, but this is not me anymore. It’s fun to visit but that’s all I’ll do.”
Hunter felt his heart about to leap from his chest. “I don’t mind that all.”
“You’re going to give up this home?” She looked towards the mansion. It was three stories tall with five bedrooms and four bathrooms. Every room had a different theme but it was aligned with the home. “It’s a beautiful home, Hunter.”
“I can rent it out or keep it for vacations.” He stepped closer to her. He put their wine glasses down on the table and turned his attention back to her. “I just want to be with you in Montana.” He eyeballed Larissa’s hair. “I never asked this because it’s truly none of my damn business, but it is okay I yank your hair tonight?”
Larissa’s eyes widened as pleasure hummed underneath her skin. A carnal need took over, making her grab Hunter by his neck and kissed him hard. He returned the favor by picking up Larissa and carrying her inside to the living room and laying her down on the sofa. He reached up her dress and pulled down her panties, tossing them over his shoulder.
He looked down at Larissa and saw how beautiful she looked, spread out just for him. Her pussy had a light covering of hair. The folds were nice, slick, and tight. He reached up and unbuttoned the yellow sundress, exposing her full breasts, and he unclasped the bra. They fell right into his hands.
Larissa let out a soft moan when she felt Hunter’s mouth cover one breast and then the other. Her body tingled with anticipation when she felt his hand crawl down to her sex and played with her budding clit. She gasped at the invasion of one finger inserted, then another.
“So fucking tight for me,” Hunter moaned before he sucked on Larissa’s neck, “so unbelievably tight.” He fingered her softly. “Did you want to feel my cock inside there, baby?”
“Oh, fuck!” Larissa moaned as her body writhed underneath him. It was a pleasure she’d never felt before, and her mind was on overload.
“Is that a yes?” Hunter inserted another finger as his thumb massaged her clit. “I need a yes, baby.”
“Ohmygod!” Larissa arched her body off the sofa. The orgasm seized her body before she could even get a response out. She closed her eyes and let the feeling wash over her. Damn that man and his fingers.
“I take it as a yes,” Hunter chuckled and turned her over. He flipped her dress over her ass and quickly undid his slacks, pulling out his hardened cock. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her wet slit before he slid inside. Her pussy gripped so tight, so warm. “Fuck, Larissa…”
Hurricane will be exclusive on Kindle Unlimited for a short run before made available everywhere else.
“You honestly didn’t think I was going to spend one night in prison, did you?” I smile at Ethan.
Ethan walks closer to me and there’s already a divide between us in the courthouse. “The moment I find out you had a role in witness tampering, it’s over, Page.” Ethan warns me.
“It’s over, Page.” I mock as the fellas snicker behind me. “You’ve been saying the same shit since I was 16. All that jacking off you do over me, I hope you’re washing your sheets.”
Ethan’s eyes narrow at me and I know that asshole is just itching to do something. He won’t do anything here at the courthouse because well, that would be spectacularly stupid of him. He’ll wait when we’re alone and the prospect of him not going to jail would be on the table. “If I were to raid Fresh Espresso, how quickly do you think Taylor will change her tune about you?” He smiles.
“If you were to raid Fresh Espresso, how quickly do you think Taylor will change her tune about you?” I smile back.
Ethan sighs and shakes his head. “Page, I know you. I know everything about you. Please don’t mistake my kindness for weakness.” He begins to walk away.
“Detective,” I call out to him and he stops. “You graduated summa cum laude from University of Georgia back in 1996. You always knew you wanted to be a cop and you wasted no time in becoming one. You were at the top of your class at the police academy. You worked your way up to detective, working long 12-, 14-, and even 16-hour days. You know how to read the mind of a criminal so well that other police departments from around the nation call you for expertise.
“You love to listen to old-school R&B and have gone to many a concert featuring acts you’ve grown up listening to. You sometimes go out and get coffee, but you tend to make your own at home. You also try to watch your diet so you don’t really stop by for junk food as much as you used. When you go home at night, you sometimes get a beer from the fridge. If it was a really hard case, like the ones that involve children, you tend to go for whiskey neat. You love Uncle Nearest whiskey, it seems to be your favorite.
“You might watch a little T.V., but if you do, it’s really background noise as you flip through your phone. Judging how much you swiped, I can tell you were on the dating scene for a while. You stop swiping when you started dating someone and would spend an unhealthy amount on the phone with that person. Eventually, she started to come over.
“And you two have gotten rather serious rather quickly, right?” I nod as Ethan turns to face me. “She did live out of state, but she made the hard sacrifice to move in with you. And she wasn’t on good terms with her family, was she? But now things are getting better with them. Her mother comes over a lot more and they do vlogging videos because they both love to cook. She’s still on iffy terms with her father but you know that. Her father’s a bit of a cad.
“One brother, she pretends she knows nothing of his wife’s addiction and tries to do holistic methods to get her clean. It works. The wife is more into that Dalai Lama bullshit than anything else. But her relationship with the other brother…” I walk closer to Ethan. His nostrils flare out and we both know I’ve crossed a line. Little does he know, I’m about to hop, skip, and jump over that motherfucker. “…now that’s the tricky one, isn’t it? Because that brother…well, he takes care of everyone in the family, even when they pretend they hate what he does. After all, he was the reason why the sister was able to move within a 24-hour notice and hmm…you didn’t think anything strange about that, didn’t you?
“And just think, if you and baby girl work out? That means the tricky brother, well, he’ll be up and down and inside your home. After all, you love to barbeque and host as you often have many members from the squad come over for gatherings. And how would that look?” I cock my head to the side. “The one cat you’ve been chasing for over a decade is at the grill flipping burgers while you have to explain to your colleagues it’s not what it seems.” I sigh as Ethan is doing whatever he can to restrain himself. “Did you honestly think you were going to fuck my sister and I wouldn’t know every single thing about you?”
A brand spanking new erotic short was just released today! Here are the deets:
They thought they could quit each other. They thought wrong.
Quinn “The Answer” Riordan is one of the Dodgers’ best pitchers, throwing a mind-staggering 100 mph regularly. While pitching is a breeze for him, it’s a certain trainer that makes him confused.
Bobbi Gibson is the Dodgers’ newest physical trainer. After a brief dalliance with Quinn, she decided she’ll never get involved with another athlete ever again. And then one night occurred.
Triple Play is a short erotic story that deals with rekindled romance. It is an offshoot of Stealing Home.
“So, let’s cut to the chase,” Quinn chalked his stick, “why do you hate me?”
Bobbi almost snorted beer. “What?”
“I figured now’s the time to get it all out.” He shrugged as he watched her lean over for the break shot. He tried very hard to focus on her shot and not her ass. “I have an idea but I really don’t.”
Bobbi turned to him. “Are you serious?”
Quinn met eyes with her. “As cancer.” He put a ball away in the corner pocket.
Bobbi stared into Quinn’s deep blue eyes. Normally, she would’ve been in a puddle of emotion, but she wanted to read his emotions. “If I ask you when was the last time you had sex, what will the answer be?”
Quinn maintained a poker face and swallowed. “That’s not a fair question, Bobbi. It’s been months since we…”
“Since you led me on and acted like I didn’t exist?” She nodded. She realized she could’ve been at home binge-watching Love is Blind. On second thought, maybe she could sign up for the show. Her luck with men would clearly be better than what was happening in front of her. “Got it.”
Quinn stared at Bobbi for a long moment. She was so damn sexy when she was mad. “Can I ask you the same or is that not allowed?”
Bobbi circled the pool table and sunk in another ball. “You never did answer the question.”
Quinn didn’t want to. “There was someone, yes.” He admitted. “It happened and that was it.” He took a pull from his beer and he watched her miss a shot. “You?”
Bobbi thought about what she wanted to say. She had a moment of weakness and called up someone who was disastrous in every form except the bedroom. All she needed was to get broken off a little and that was that.
In all honesty, it was truly none of Quinn’s business but if they needed to work through everything if they wanted to have a great season. They were being blatantly honest with each other, almost to the point of hurtful – her more than him. “Yes.”
Quinn felt his gut wretch with anger and jealousy but he maintained his cool. “Someone I know?”
“Why?” Bobbi ate a cheese fry. “So, you can hit him with a fastball?”
“You know what? That’s an excellent idea.” He nodded as he made a shot. “I will keep that in mind.”
“You wouldn’t do that.” Bobbi replied, damn well knowing Quinn would. He may have played the cheeseball character to a fault but she knew everyone had their limits. “You love baseball too much to get in trouble and fined like that.”
“Give me a reason and I most certainly would.” He sunk another shot. “It’ll be a small price to pay but I’ll do it.” He missed a shot. He walked up to Bobbi and stood before her. “So, it’s someone from the League?”
Bobbi noticed how Quinn’s blue eyes softened. She suddenly remembered how tense they became when he was inside of her, on top of her. She swallowed. “I didn’t say that.”
He brushed a wayward hair from her face. “You didn’t have to.”
As I mentioned on Facebook, I’m working on a new short story that’ll be out around Valentine’s. It’ll feature new characters and a new whole setting – Montana. Yep. I’ve been listening to a lot of country music lately.
Anyhoo, here’s a snippet. I hope you enjoy!
“I don’t know how much time Dad has left but I reckon it’s not very much,” Luke sniffed. “Dad went through all the legal stuff a while back and only let me and Larry know about it after the fact. I don’t know even know what’s in what.”
There went the angry feelings again. Foster could’ve given Hunter all the legal paperwork or recommend someone from the firm to handle it without his input. A sharp reminder he wasn’t even close to being a favorite son. “A will?”
“Will, trust, estate issues, the family business….all that was handled by a gaggle of lawyers.” Luke revealed.
“I want to see everything before it gets filed into probate.” Hunter replied. “I’m sure there are copies of everything somewhere.”
“Well, we need to get Larry’s input on this.” Luke replied. “Larry was dad’s right hand. Nothing even went to dad without Larry seeing it first.”
Hunter’s eyebrows quirked at the information. What was once his position was quickly replaced without a second thought. “Larry?”
“Larry,” Luke repeated. “Toughest SOB I’ve ever encountered. Could wrangle bulls, milk cows, and herd cattle like it was no one’s business. Took care of the farm and is the reason why it’s doing so well right now.”
Hunter considered the revelation. “If it’s doing so well, why did Dad want to sell it?”
“He didn’t,” Luke turned towards him, “but he knew you did.”
Hunter heard the bass in his younger brother’s voice and decided against a response. The only response – his fist to Luke’s face – wasn’t appropriate. At that time. “Where is this Larry person? I want to have a few words with him and see what he’s about.”
Luke smiled. “That’s the thing about Larry. Larry’s a…”
Hunter looked away and Luke turned behind him. A Black woman of average build and shiny long, ebony hair waltzed into the conference room. She dressed like an executive – a pinstriped suit, high heels, and a handful of silver bracelets on her wrist. Her light brown eyes sparkled, as if she was always thinking of something wicked and delicious.
She looked like a model, with her full lips and high cheekbones. Her hair – he didn’t want to make any assumptions about it – flowed down her back in numerous curls.
“Luke,” the woman’s voice was smoky and breathless. Hunter felt his cock twitch in response and took a deep breath to calm it down. She approached his brother and gave him a big hug, yet Hunter felt a simmering jealousy. Was Luke and this woman intimate? How did he pull someone like her?
“Larry,” Luke replied as he held her. “I’m glad you could make it.”
Larry? Hunter thought. That’s Larry?
“I don’t like going into the city, but I know this meant a lot for your father.” She pulled away and met eyes with Hunter. “I take it you’re Hunter Calhoun.”
Hunter thought he knew cowboys. They dressed the same. They talked the same. They walked the same. There was nothing fake or fancy about them. Sure, they knew how to clean it up when it was appropriate, but they never strayed away too far from cowboy hats and boots if they could help it.
This Larry – he had difficulty with the name – looked nothing remotely close to that. She was polished like she belonged in the law firm with him and Savior. There was nothing rough around the edges about her. He wasn’t too sure if she even knew any country songs.
He was sure, however, the shift in the air surrounding them. There was a small current of electricity followed by something he could only describe as flutters. Heat radiated between them between them and Hunter shook off the feelings before it became obvious.
“Yes, I am.” Hunter cleared his throat. “And you must be…”
“Larissa Belvedere.” She smiled at him. “But you can call me Larry.”
This is so untitled, I don’t even have a blurb for it! LOL.
This snippet is longer than I usually post, but you’ll understand why.
“First and foremost, when did this incident happen?” Scott asked as he jotted down notes. His best friend, Nick, called him for an emergency meeting and Scott flew in with his protégé, Ana. “It was right after the affair but I need a timeline.”
“It happened five years ago,” Eli admitted as he sat around the long conference table at Madre’s, “the day after I left her, I came home, we got into it and I just lost my cool.”
“And have you ever acted like this before?” Scott asked and Eli shook his head. Ana quickly jotted down notes. “You two reconciled, and had two more children, right?”
“Right,” Eli nodded.
“And there have been no fights like that one since?” Scott clarified and Eli shook his head. Scott looked down at the paper. “Okay. Do you think Faith intentionally leaked the story?”
Eli’s heart thundered against his chest and he felt his stomach coil up in tight knots. The only people who knew about the fight was Eli and Faith. Eli was so embarrassed about his behavior, he didn’t tell anyone – not even his brothers or mother. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” Tony interjected. “Dude, come on! If it wasn’t Faith, you know it was Krista!”
“Who’s Krista?” Scott asked.
Tony began. “Krista is Faith’s best friend.”
Ana continued to type in her Macbook. “…that you used to date.” She looked up and locked eyes with Tony. “I see your relationship worked out well.”
“So, Faith and possibly her best friend might have leaked the story.” Scott leaned back in the leather chair. “Do you think Faith is capable of doing so?”
Eli stopped bouncing in his chair. His honest answer was anyone was capable of anything. There were many ways Faith wanted to hurt Eli; the massive alimony and child support was proof of it.
Would she go as far as destroying his reputation and hurting the rest of the D’Amatos in the process? He wasn’t sure. Then again, the way Faith had been acting lately, Eli wasn’t sure if he knew her at all. “I honestly don’t know.”
“Okay,” Scott scribbled a few more notes and dropped his pen. He let out a small sigh and rubbed his beard as he figured out the next action plan. “Okay, the good news is this – because the incident was a one-time thing and happened long ago, before the reconciliation and children, we can play that angle. We can also say Faith never filed charges, Eli’s record is clean, and it was all rumors. There is plenty of evidence backing this up.”
“Faith is in vendetta mode, which means she’s capable of anything. She may not have leaked the story but her slow response to it tells me she gave the okay to whoever did.” Scott explained. “Therefore, we need to make sure she doesn’t feel she can do a little bit more with some other things.”
“What do you want us to do?” Tony asked. “We can’t just go up to her and tell her to stop?”
“Even if we could, she wouldn’t listen,” Kieran shook his head, “and it’ll just add more fuel to the fire.”
“The only people Faith needs to talk to, at this point, are her parents and her attorney.” Scott advised. “It would behoove all of you to ban communication until this is settled. This also goes for your wives.” He turned back to Eli. “I need an answer from you.”
“Does it matter?” Eli shrugged.
“Actually, it does,” Scott leaned back into his chair, “if you still care about the mother of your children, it’ll tell me how to proceed in protecting your brand without any damage to hers. I’ll still fire a warning shot just so she knows she won’t pull this shit again.”
“And if he doesn’t?” Joey asked.
“I will destroy her,” Scott said nonchalantly.
The ice in Scott’s tone caught Eli by surprise and he glanced up at him. “Destroy her? On what? The only thing in Faye’s…” He paused and swallowed his emotions. “…the only thing in Faith’s past are parking tickets.”
“He’s not talking Faith in particular,” Nick chimed in, “Scott’s referring to her father.”
“Famous preacher of a megachurch will have a lot of buried secrets…” Joey began.
Eli shook his head and held up a hand. “Whoa, whoa, whoa…hold up now.” Things were very rocky between Eli and Faith, but he couldn’t in his right mind go after David, especially after what the older gentleman had done for him. “Are you serious now?”
“Eli, you hired me to protect your brand, save your reputation, and put your ex-wife and her people in check. You did not hire me to play patty cake with them,” Scott’s tone hardened. “That being said, how you feel about Faith will determine my course of action. If your question is how would I be able to sleep at night after destroying another human being, the answer is very well.”
The long-anticipated sequel to Why Don’t We…? is available now on Kindle Unlimited for a limited time!
When you wish upon a star…
Kaitlyn Dixon knows fairytales only exist in Disney movies and her life is far from one. She’s one of the nation’s most ruthless divorce attorneys, bringing financial justice to her clients. The only wishing Kaitlyn hears about is how her opposition wishes she were dead.
Domenico “Nico” Torres is one of the wealthiest Las Vegas casino magnates who always gets his way. Coming from a long line of an organized crime family, Nico wishes his opposition wouldn’t make his life so hard with their threats.
When their worlds collide, it’s more than just wealth and reputation at stake. Will Kaitlyn realize her dream man comes as a ruthless executive?
…Fall in Love? is the conclusion of Why Don’t We… and is part of the Torres Crime family series.
The venue went dark, and the screams were at fever pitch, both male and female. The excitement was at a fever pitch, and it seemed to get higher with each passing second. The curtain rose, and the band appeared on stage to blistering screams and hollers.
They merely looked around at the audience with their eyes, not moving their heads. Nico was still and calm with the electric guitar in his hands. He didn’t say a word and only the movement of his chest rising told everyone he was alive.
It was at that moment when the Nico Kaitlyn thought she knew was transformed into a different person. He was a rock god in the flesh and her body became so alert just by staring at him.
Kaitlyn rubbed her arms and felt the goosebumps formed. She was nervous. She was excited. She waited on bated breath for Nico to do something, anything… she needed to hear that note, that chord, that guitar riff, and her life would be perfect.
Nico closed his eyes and then…a guitar riff erupted the crowd and Kaitlyn thought she climaxed.
He sang with the intensity of a seasoned performer. His hard body twisted with every fluid movement, like he was simply responding to the beat. Every line, breath, and guitar lick felt like Nico was taking to the audience–their hopes, their fears, and their love.
They played original songs. They played cover songs. They played songs from old acts like Fleetwood Mac, Guns N’ Roses, and Genesis, to some of the newer acts like System of a Down.
The crowd knew every lyric of Black Sonic’s original music. Every verse, every chord had the crowd of a thousand-deep shouting back to them. Nico had them on a string they wanted to bounce on.
When the band took a break, Kaitlyn watched with the intensity of a groupie as Nico sat down on the stage and strum the acoustic guitar. His chest was coated in sweat and he smiled occasionally, as his name was called out by random audience members.
It was only him on the stage. He stopped to drink from a bottled water before he continued. Some members asked him questions, and he answered as he strummed.
“Can I get a free room?”
“What’s it in for me?”
“Whatever you want, Nico!”
“I need better negotiating deals than that.” He replied, and the audience laughed.
“Are you going to perform my favorite song tonight?”
“What’s your favorite song?”
“That Taylor Swift one! I like your version better!”
Nico smiled. The song in question was “Lover.” He never fancied himself much of a Taylor Swift fan and was hard-pressed to call himself one, but when he first heard that song, he immediately loved it.
It was the simplicity of the song that drew him in. A song about two people connecting and reconnecting. It was a song anyone could relate, and he suddenly admired Taylor’s penmanship.
He strummed the guitar and adjusted the microphone. He searched the audience to see if he could spot Kaitlyn and a soft smile formed on his face when he did. He continued searching the crowd and saw his parents canoodling with each other.
His plan worked. He was winning Kaitlyn over and his parents were reconciled. “This one is dedicated to all the lovers tonight…” The crowd hollered and shouted his name as Nico played on.
“He dedicated that to everyone, but you know it’s about you, right?” Amber leaned over to Kaitlyn.
Kaitlyn didn’t respond. She recognized the song and felt her heart about to leap out of her chest. There was no way Nico could have known that was one of her favorite songs. It didn’t matter if he had a dossier on her the size of an encyclopedia; no one could have known that.
It was at that moment, in front of hundreds of strangers who liked the music and lusted after Nico, when Kaitlyn realized she was in love with the man.