Unclichéd – Chapter Two

For Snippet Saturday, enjoy this second chapter of Unclichéd, Kevin’s story!

Chapter Two

“She still does it, huh?” I ask when I spot the green card with “Sunday”, bold and centered, leaning against the bedroom window. We’re here to take Claire’s gran to lunch, and heading up the landscaped path to her cottage in this retirement complex.

“Yeah, she does. I keep trying to get her to put the wrong day up but she won’t have any of it.”

I raise my sunglasses and give Claire my best mock-reproachful stare. “God, you’re an awful human being.”
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Back Beat is LIVE

What if chasing your dreams means losing yourself? What then? 

Find out if Blair can stay true to herself in this rockstar romance with a twist.

Blair
I had dreams. Big ones. And Dean Carter did everything in his power to help me achieve them.

Until we fell in love and everything fell apart. Now everyone thinks I tried to sleep my way to the top and I can’t say I blame them when the evidence points to exactly that.

However, looks can be deceiving…

Dean
Blair McKenzie is the definition of perfect. She’s crazy talented and hot as…well, you get the point. But aside from all that, she has heart and in this business, heart is hard to come by.

In a moment of weakness, I had a lapse in judgment and nearly cost her everything.

Now I need to do the right thing. Except it feels wrong.

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Dean

I wouldn’t say I take my lifestyle for granted. I know how fickle the industry is and appreciate it can pretty much all disappear in a millisecond, but watching Blair as we board the plane and enter first class brings home that I certainly have become accustomed to how different life is for me now that I’ve “made” it. It’s refreshing to experience it all again through Blair’s eyes.

She stares wide-eyed at the spacious seating arrangements, and I watch the worry that has lined her face since this morning and even the slight distraction through her performance last night—which to be fair was only noticeable to me—leave her face while she takes everything in. The cabin crew point us to our seats, and Blair hesitantly sits down.

“First time in first class?” I know the answer, and I’m not sure why I asked such a stupid question, but I want to hear her voice while her face is lit up in awe. Continue reading

Back Beat Ch.1

Chapter 1

Blair

“How you holding up?” Maddie rubs her hands up and down my arms as I flick my fingers, trying to get the feeling back. I take a few steadying breaths. If I don’t get my breathing under control, I won’t be able to sing for shit.

Everything is riding on this. Everything. This is my one chance and if it doesn’t pan out, I need to knuckle down at school and give it my all. My dad wants me to follow in his footsteps and become a vet and take over our private game farm to look after the animals we have on our 1000-hectare land. I don’t hate studying to be a vet and I love helping my dad on the farm but performing is all I’ve ever wanted to do. It’s all I ever wanted since I was three years old. I sing constantly and drive people crazy. Well, except Maddie and Papaw, they love it.

Maddie frowns and takes a step back so she can extract her phone from her jeans, her blonde hair skims her shoulder as she smiles at the screen. “It’s Papaw.” She hands me the phone and I place it on speaker. It’s crazy loud backstage and we both lean in.

“Hey, Papaw!”

“Hey, Bubbles, I figured you wouldn’t have your phone so I tried Maddie’s. How are you doing, kiddo?”

“Oh, I’m good.” I can’t stop smiling. I know this call is costing him a small fortune being all the way from South Africa and I want to hug the phone to my chest.

“She’s lying. She’s wearing a hole in the floor with all the pacing.”
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The Dark Side of Chemistry, Chapter 1

I woke to the sound of waves crashing on the shore and an empty bed. The uneasy feeling from the previous evening settled in the pit of my stomach as I turned over and stared absently at the sunrise through the open blinds. It was beautiful, all pale peach and powder blues surrounding the luminous orange orb, but I was too distracted to take it in. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something was off with Trent and whatever was on his mind, he’d used some really interesting distraction techniques to throw me off the trail. But now that I wasn’t sexed stupid, I needed answers.

Forcing myself out of bed, I picked up Trent’s shirt from the floor and slipped it over my head. Running my fingers through my hair in an effort to tame my bed-head, I dragged my languid self to the kitchen. As I inhaled the aroma of brewing coffee, I almost forgot about Trent’s lies. Okay, so he hadn’t actually lied to me but he was definitely keeping something from me and as far as I was concerned those two things were one and the same. The truth was, if anyone was an expert on lies of omission, it was me. My biggest secret was one that had my stomach twisting with guilt daily, but I was too deep into it to do anything now. I’d just have to live with my secret and hope it never came to light.

From the kitchen window I spotted Trent lying on the hammock. Damn the man was all types of fine. Wearing only his boxers, one arm hanging over the side of the hammock, the other over his eyes. His perfectly defined sun touched abs making my fingers itch to touch. I poured two cups of coffee and headed out to the beautifully secluded garden I loved. As I stepped outside, I took a moment to appreciate my surroundings, to feel the crisp touch of the ocean’s breeze against my skin, to breathe it in as it slipped through the palms and shrubs which were artfully situated so as to lend the desired privacy from the sparkling beach just beyond. My feet hardly made a sound but as I approached, Trent lifted his arm from his eyes. His smile took my breath away. God, I loved him.

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Cliché: Chapter One

I was giddy with excitement. Kevin had been away on location in Nepal for the last three months, which was the longest we’d gone without seeing one another. But worse than that, for the last two months we hadn’t even had an opportunity to talk on the phone, or text, for that matter. Now that he was nearly here, I couldn’t wait a minute longer.

Alison placed the yellow tulips on the coffee table in the charter lounge and looked over at me, her green eyes sparkling with barely contained enthusiasm. “That’s the last of them.” She blew her auburn curls out of her eyes. “Do celebrities always have such crazy demands?”

I looked around the lounge and stifled a smile. A dozen bunches of tulips dotted every available surface and Turkish Delights lined a bowl next to a bottle of lime milkshake.

I hid the smile tugging at my lips. “This is nothing.”
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