Hey guys! So, this is a little longer (okay, a LOT longer) than a snip, but I wanted to share the first teaser from Second Verse. I hope you enjoy it! If you haven't read First Verse yet, the links to the free download are right under the teaser!
People asked to hear the most inappropriate songs at weddings—especially weddings that catered to the upper echelon of Atlanta society.
“I’m not sure I know that one,” I told the sloshed blonde standing by the stage, resisting the urge to toy with the hem of my dress. I glanced over my shoulder at the center of the stage, where one of the groom’s former frat brother’s was making the longest speech I’d ever heard. Hopefully, he’d keep up the story long enough for me to wiggle out of the song request—and hopefully, he wouldn’t proposition me again, like he had when I handed him the mic.
I’d lied and told him I was seeing someone—not that he seemed to care.
“Isn’t there something else you’d rather hear?” Anything else, I silently added.
“Nope, nothing else’ll do it for me.” She hiccupped then wobbled in her six-inch designer pumps. The bassist rushed forward to steady her, but she snatched her arm away. “Don’t touch me!”
Damien held up his hands in surrender and backed up, mouthing, Have fun dealing with that one, Kinsey. I shot him a dark look that the blonde was too busy polishing off her drink to notice. As soon as she swallowed the champagne, she jabbed her finger in my direction. “Look, it was on your song list online, so I know you know it. Just sing it or I’ll let Jax know he wasted his money on you.”
I bit my lip to hold back the groan because it wasn’t my website she’d perused, but I wasn’t sure she’d care or listen if I told her that I was doing a favor for a friend tonight by singing with her band.
Julia owed me big time for this.
“So, can you do it or not?” she demanded.
God, she was persistent. Even though I knew
every lyric to what was asking me to perform—and I personally loved each and
every verse of that song—I wouldn’t want a song about drinking wine and dwelling
on my break-up until I tripped over a puddle of my own tears played at my wedding. Besides, while the band was
setting up, the maid of honor had given me the bride’s long list of titles that were not okay to perform. Although this particular
one wasn’t on it, it fell right in line with the rest of the doom and gloom
And speaking of the bride…
Oh, dear Lord. The new Mrs. Jackson Wolfe was headed right toward us, a tight smile stretching her immaculately made-up face into an unnatural expression, her white couture gown swishing around her and reminding me of an avenging fairytale princess.
“Mrs.—” I started, but she held up her french-manicured hand, cutting me off.
I shook my head, long strands of my dark brown hair swinging around my face. “McKinsey. Julia had surgery and I’m helping her out. She cleared it with your planner.”
“Okay, McKinsey ... R.J’s wrapping up his speech, so it’s almost time to go back on,” she addressed me through clenched teeth, never taking her eyes off the blonde who was now brandishing the champagne flute like a weapon. When she spoke again, her words were directed toward the other woman. “Have you met my brother yet, Heather?”
As soon as the bride passed the blonde along to her reluctant brother, she turned to me with her hands on her hips. “Sorry about Heather. Jax’s bitch of a mother thought it would be cute to invite his clingy ex.”
Now the song Heather had asked me to sing made complete sense. The woman was still in love with her ex—the groom.
“Seriously, its fine,” I said.
“After the next few songs, my husband wants his cousin to sing.”
The bride’s voice went from breathlessly ecstatic to dripping with scorn between the words husband and cousin. I followed her gaze across the sea of partygoers, burlap and rose centerpieces, and hanging lanterns to a couple—a leggy redhead and a man whose shaggy dark hair and visible wrist tattoos screamed rocker in spite of his suit.
Immediately, I realized who he was. And I couldn’t help it, I released an awestruck sigh. “Oh, wow … I love his band’s music.”
“Well, I don’t.” She rolled her eyes. “We’ve got so many musicians here, and Jax wants the one who does, like, death metal to sing a song at our wedding, but whatever.” She glanced around me, and let out a huge sigh of relief. “Good, R.J.’s finally done. Do me a favor and sing Take My Breath Away, okay? Thanks.”
Then, she dismissed me with a flick of her head and a swish of her dress as she hurried off in another direction —probably to directly confront the caterer about the canapés.
Only a couple more hours, I reminded myself, returning to center stage and giving the band the bride’s song request. One more hour of this sh*t, and I can get back to my world.
But several seconds later, when I was six words into the song and I was sure the craziest thing that would happen tonight would be the groom’s drunk ex-girlfriend, my eyes landed on the last face I ever expected to see in person again.
It was the boy who’d stolen my breath away eight years ago--the summer I'd gone blonde, the summer I was naive enough to fall for anything, the summer that changed everything for me.
It was the man whose gorgeous, moss green eyes had stared back at me from the cover of magazine after magazine ever since I got out of jail for the crime his scheming sister had accused me of.
And it was the same man who’d said “I f*cking can’t” when I had needed him the most.
-Second Verse, Copyright 2015. Emily Snow Books
Coming end of July
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