Taking Something
(Give Me Something #2)
(Give Me Something #2)
by
Elizabeth Lee
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| Release Date: February 18, 2014 |
~ Synopsis ~
I know what you're thinking. “You were such a jerk, Nick!” Believe me, I know I screwed up the best thing I had going in my life, but that was kind of my thing. I’d learned how to run cons before I could even form complete sentences, and I'd always been selfish. But I changed. Lila forgave me, my brother and I were getting along, and I was trying to make a name for myself in the music world.
At least that was what I was trying to do when I negotiated my way into the recording studio with pop superstar Sadie Sinclair. I thought it would be a piece of cake—charm my way into her heart and into her record label's good graces.
Just when I thought I had it all figured out, I got mixed up in a web of lies, manipulation, and deception. A web that had me questioning my motives and desires altogether.
Was the fame and fortune really worth the price?
~ Excerpt ~
“Look, I totally get
your reservations about me,” I placated her, even though I knew I was more than
qualified to produce her album. It was cookie cutter pop music.
Anyone with half a brain could do it.
“I may not have much
experience with actual singers, but I've been mixing music since I was a kid.”
“You're just a deejay,
Nick. And no offense, but that is not the same as a music producer.”
“You're right.
Spinning records is about playing to a crowd. Finding that perfect rhythm
for any circumstance. Sometimes they want a carefree club mix to dance
around to. Other times they want a slow, sensual song to grind up on someone
to. I know how to read people and that's beneficial in both cases.
I'm a people pleaser, but I'm also an artist.”
“How so?”
“Well, for one I can
read you. I know that you want people to hear a new side of you. To
hear the grown-up version of Sadie Sinclair.”
“That's not reading
me, Nick. I told you that yesterday,” she replied, crossing her arms over
her chest.
“Yes, you did,” I
conceded with a nod. “But it's not always about what you say. I can
tell by the way you walk—the commanding click of your heels across the floor
and the sway of your tight little ass. You want to sing the kind of music
that causes a stir. You're tired of singing songs about people falling in
love and teeny-bopper breakups. You want to sing songs about people
making love. About passion and desire. About longing and fulfillment.”
Her eyes glazed over as she stared into mine. Her lips parted as she let
out a slow, steady breath.
I stepped closer to
her and reached out, brushing my hand down her arm. “You want to sing
songs that get under people's skin. Leaves them wanting more. You
want to seduce them with your sound.”
“I do,” she answered
mindlessly, watching my hand stroke up and down her arm.
“You don't want to
just sing songs, Sadie Sinclair. You want to sing... sex.”
Her eyes fell shut as
she thought about what I was saying. I was going out on a limb with my
assumption. For all I knew, she wanted to sing gospel hymns to a reggae
beat. Lucky for me, the way she looked at me—like she wanted to eat me alive—was
a proper assessment of exactly the kind of person she was. She finally opened
her eyes and when she did, I knew I had her on the hook.
“Okay then, let's hear
it,” she insisted, pointing at the computer I was holding in my hand. “I
want to see if you're any good.”
“Oh, I assure you that
I'm more than just good.” She was trying to play hardball, but if she
thought for one second I didn't see the glimmer of lust in her eyes, she was
crazy. “Take a seat, Miss Sinclair.” I pulled back one of the chairs for
her. She hesitated, like she didn't want to seem too anxious to comply. I
fired up my computer and pulled up a folder of tracks I'd been working
on. Careful not to mess up her hair, I slipped a pair of headphones over
her ears.
She started to
protest. “What are you doing? We can listen to it—”
“In order to get the
full Nick Kline experience, I need to get completely”—I paused leaning in
inches from her face—“and totally in your head.” She breathed me in and
relaxed into her chair. I was one song away from convincing Sadie
Sinclair that I was the perfect choice for her. Musically and more.
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~ About the Author ~
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~ About the Author ~
When I'm not writing or playing the part of wife and mother, you can find me dancing back-up for Beyonce, singing back-up for Miranda, or sunning myself on the beach with a drink in hand. Here's the thing about being born and raised in a small town—you have a very vivid imagination! Now, I channel it all to create stories where the girl always ends up with the right guy, first kisses are magical, and a happy ending is just that!
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