About the Book
When JJ finds herself helping her estranged sister-in law, Sheree, through a difficult pregnancy, she discovers a surprising ally. But she also becomes enthralled with Sheree’s doctor. Simon Massri is world renowned–and scheduled to leave the country. The more time JJ spends with Simon, the more she questions her choices–in love and in work. Now she’ll have to face some tough decisions. Can she make peace with an uncertain future–if her heart is in the right place?
About the Author
Rhonda Bowen knew she would be a writer as early as eighth grade when she wrote her first novel with a classmate in a dollar notebook. While waiting for the day to come, she spent a lively childhood growing up in Kingston, Jamaica and later attaining her Bachelor of Arts at the University of the West Indies. Not long after, her family moved to Toronto, Canada where she has worked in several areas including, public relations, event planning and now youth work, which is her main focus. Throughout this time however, her desire to write stayed constant. She eventually completed her first novel, Man Enough for Me, which was released under Kensington Books’ Dafina imprint in February 2011.
Since then she has published several other novels including One Way or Another and Get You Good. Her newest release, Hitting the Right Note, will launch on March 25, 2014 in bookstores everywhere. Rhonda is excited for this new title and for the path that God has for her life. You can find her online at www.rhondabowen.com and facebook.com/RhondaBowenBooks. You can email her directly at Rhonda.firstname.lastname@example.org.
“Good show?” Rayshawn Forbes asked with a chuckle, when they finally broke away from each other.
“You tell me,” JJ said, settling her arms around his shoulders. “Weren’t you watching?”
“I got there late from my meeting,” he said apologetically. “Only caught the last part of the performance.”
JJ pouted, and he kissed her upturned lips briefly. “From what I saw it looked great, though.”
He paused, and JJ watched as his deep brown eyes roved over her face. “I’m so proud of you, babe.”
She ran her hand over his smooth, nut-brown skin, touching his strong, angular jaw, catching her finger in the dimple in his cheek, feeling the stubble of his goatee and razor-thin mustache beneath her fingertips. She smiled. She had always thought he looked more like an R & B singer than a talent manager. But he was a manager. And he was hers.
“Thank you. I couldn’t have done any of it without you.”
Her eyes floated closed as his lips met hers again with gentle, soft kisses that she had come to get used to over the past few months. She had always thought it a bad idea to mix business and personal life, but when she first met Rayshawn several months earlier, the attraction between them had been immediate and undeniable. She had met him at Lost and Found, the little jazz bar she used to sing at. That first night, when he gave her his card, she had passed it off as a pickup line. But then he showed up the next night, and the night after that with two other associates, one of whom invited her to audition for backup vocals for Deborah Cox. She never got that gig, but the things she learned through the process were priceless. In a matter of weeks she had signed on with Rayshawn to manage her, and in turn his agency, Franklin and Forbes, provided her with a vocal coach, a demo CD and a press kit and everything she needed to get her foot in the door of the music industry. By the time she got around to auditioning for Jayla’s team, she was ready.
During that whole time they had done their best to keep things entirely business. But once she got the Jayla Grey gig, all that changed. All it took was an unplanned kiss at a celebration dinner and it was all over.
He pulled her closer as his kisses deepened. She melted into him, glad to finally have a few moments together. They were both traveling in Alberta, Rayshawn for some business meetings, and JJ for a weekend concert blitz for Jayla Grey. But so far their schedules had allowed them barely any time together. This was the first occasion they’d had to be alone in the past three days.
Rayshawn’s hands gently traced her shoulders, her back, the curve of her spine, and then edged lower. JJ gently pulled away, putting some distance between them.
“Our food’s getting cold,” she said, trying to slip out of his embrace.
“Let it.” He pulled her back, capturing her lips for a brief moment.
“Shawn . . . ,” she murmured against his lips, pulling away again.
He knew what that meant. He sighed and released her. “JJ, you’re going to kill me one of these days,” he grunted, releasing her. “Go get some plates.”
“You started it,” JJ threw back slyly as she headed over to the single cupboard above the sink to look for dishware. “What did you get us?”
“Cheap Chinese food,” he said, opening the cartons in front of him. “I know you love that. Plus I picked up two movies. Do the Right Thing and Inside Man.”
JJ smirked. “Another Spike Lee night, I see.”
Rayshawn grinned. “I’ll let you pick which, babe.”
She brought the plates over and put them next to the food containers.
“I’m gonna let you get away with that tonight,” she said, her wagging finger a mock threat. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood.”
Her good mood continued to stretch through the evening as they lounged together, watching Inside Man and picking at their food. Rayshawn stretched his arm around her shoulders and she snuggled deeper into his embrace. This was nice. This was how life should be.
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