Mary Stuart and Daniel Kennedy have not seen each
other since attending a prestigious performing arts school.
Now a world renowned violinist, and married to his
career, Daniel stumbles across Mary through her images at a London gallery. He
is in need of a photographer with vision - she is a photographer in need of
clients.
Mary has all but given up the stage - or has she?
Her photographs pay the bills far more than her fancy musical education. But
Mary has secrets. . .secrets she dare not share with even the roguish Mr.
Kennedy.
A roving paparazzi lens changes all that for them. .
.
Can Daniel forgive Mary for hiding her past - and
her present? Will their relationship break like a violin string - or will their
love endure the chaos?
Read an excerpt:
It
was there one night when I was up on stage in my latex cat suit…my gimmick, my
platform a mask, a Venetian masque. Always in one of three colors, purple, hot
pink or green. I was an entirely different person as I sang my gut out and
played my violin. Yeah you heard me right - violin. That night he stood at the
edge of the stage, looking up at me, with a mischievous grin on his face. Mr.
Violin Virtuoso himself, Daniel Kennedy. I had noticed him at the club a time
or two before.
We
had studied together in New York years ago. Only now, I could tell he was
second guessing who I really was. Who is this woman who can make a violin weep,
though not nearly as well as I can. She can, none the less, make the angels
shed tears.
About
half way through my set, I happened to glance down at this dangerously striking
man and noticed he was still smiling. He raised his drink. Was it in a mock
salute, or was it more? I was too into what I was doing to tell, much less
care.
I
never, ever mingled with the crowd after a show. Not that I wouldn't love to
every now and then. No, I was afraid some young drunk jerk would pull off my
mask, exposing my identity to the world. Then Archangel would be no more.
My
requirements for playing in the clubs was a cab ride home and for the owner to
escort me to the waiting cab, just in case. Other than that, I played for free.
Self promotion at its best.
I was putting my violin away when I heard
someone behind me. I immediately turned to see who it was. And Daniel Kennedy
stood not three feet from me. In my personal space, again.
"Where
did you learn to play?" he asked.
"Around,"
I replied smugly.
"Hmmm,
mysterious. I like that. Could I interest you in a drink Ms. Archangel?"
"Thank
you, but no. I make it a rule to never go out for drinks with clubbers."
"Ah,
is that what I am?"
"Aren't
you?"
The
club owner appeared out of the hallway. "Cab's here. You ready,
babe?"
I
noted Daniel's grimace at the familiarity Jake had used with me. "Yeah,
almost," I replied.
"Well,
Mr. Kennedy, I look forward to seeing you brighten up my audience again
soon." I smiled and turned toward the hall.
"Who
are you?"
"Archangel,
kind sir." Oh, he was fun.
"No,
really, who are you? I feel we've met before."
"Oh,
I bet you say that to all the girl's you try to pick up." I teased, but he
wasn't deterred.
"What
sort of name is Archangel, sweet?"
"What
sort of name is Kennedy?" I shot back. "I thought you were French.
Kennedy is anything but French."
"My
mother's maiden name, if you must know. My father's name is much too hard for
English speaking fans."
"Scottish
or Irish Kennedy's?" I taunted walking down the hall and towards the back
door, my cab, and freedom from this inquisitive and delicious man.
"Scottish,
why?"
"Just
curious, that's all."
As
I reached the door Jake was holding open, I turned and looked down the hall.
Daniel had stopped, his arms folded over his chest, his legs wide apart. He was
quite a handsome thing with all his bling, tight jeans, T-shirt, and jacket.
His face was rough with scruff. And that hair! My God what woman wouldn't die
for a head of luscious hair like that?
Rather
than continue drooling, I blew a crimson-stained kiss in his direction.
"This is for you, Mr. Daniel Kennedy."
He
played along, pretending to catch my kiss in his hand. He closed his hand and
placed it over his heart. His smile made my body tingle in places-well in
places that it hadn't tingled in quite a long time.
Raising
my arm as high as it would go, I waved then pivoted on the ball of my foot.
"Until next time, Mr. Daniel Kennedy. Good night."
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About the author:
Since Jamie Salisbury began publishing her Romance
stories, she has seen her books soar to #1 on Amazon. Her novella Tudor Rubato
was a finalist in the 2012 RONE (Reward of Novel Excellence) award, and the
cover won for Best Contemporary Cover. Now in 2014, her novel Life and Lies was
been nominated for a RONE in the Erotica category. She has expanded her
audience to include several now published by Secret Cravings Publishing.
Her previous career in public relations in and
around the entertainment field has afforded her with a treasure trove of
endless story ideas.
Website: http://www.jamiesalisbury.com/
Twitter:
@JamieRSalisbury
Thank you for having me Elodie!
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