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A bit about me ~ While writing for many years, I’ve been a wife, mother, U. S. Army Sergeant, and dental hygienist. My publishing dreams came true with my debut romance “Keyed Up” last year, and since then I have five other reads out there with plenty more on the way. When not writing I enjoy reading plenty of romance myself, from Toni Anderson and Laura Drewry to Darynda Jones and Elisabeth Naughton. Enjoy this excerpt from “Keyed Up” and be sure to come back for more!
Sebastian Mauer sat with the Symphony’s music director, LaPelle, witnessing the performance of one Penelope Dixon. While he knew the man was evaluating her fundamentals, her timing, her accuracy with the music, he was not. Well, not entirely. Yes, her fundamentals were important, as they were the basis for her play; the foundation
that all great players needed to have. But what held his attention was the absolute passion with which she played. He had seen her perform over the years, but it didn’t compare to what she had fully developed into.
Penelope’s fingers flew across the keys, the piano becoming an extension of the woman herself. The magnificent sound that emanated from it nearly took his breath away. And that in itself was something of a rarity.
He watched the flawless movements of her hands and feet. Although her eyes were now closed, he knew they were blue. When she opened them, they dazzled. Her face danced with expression, her head moving in fluid motion to the tempo. At one point, she threw her head back and smiled radiantly, causing her entire being to light up. Even with her seated, Sebastian could make out the willowy form of her body. Her leggings outlined the graceful lines of her legs, stopping mid-calf to expose her slender ankles. She wore a sweater atop her leggings and black flats adorned her feet.
Sebastian was so caught up in watching Penelope that he didn’t even notice when LaPelle left his side to walk towards the musicians.
It wasn’t until he took his position behind the podium and began rapping on it to silence the group that Sebastian was startled out of his concentration. He heard Penelope fumble with the music, clearly startled herself. She scrambled from the bench, nearly tipping it over in the process. Her posture was ramrod straight with her hands
clasped in front of her as LaPelle began to speak.
He almost felt sorry for her.
Cursing himself for his feelings, he wasn’t surprised that this beautiful creature had once again stirred his soul; and in no less than thirty minutes.
Sebastian was here out of obligation to Bernard Dixon. Once a world renowned performer in the symphony circuit himself, Sebastian now preferred a more sedate lifestyle out of the limelight.
He excelled at composing, and thanks to Bernard, a selection of his pieces had become a staple at many symphony halls, propelling Sebastian’s composing career.
Now, after many years of limited contact, Bernard was calling in on the unspoken debt, thinking that a collaboration between Sebastian and Penelope would be stupendous. He requested that Sebastian say nothing of his manipulation in his daughter’s career. Penelope hadn’t a clue about her father using his influence in gaining her the position
here at the Symphony. After all, Bernard felt justified since his intentions were done purely out of love.
Sebastian was leery to say the least. After falling in love with Penelope years ago and foolishly pushing her away, she had relentlessly occupied his thoughts and dreams. The guilt of his actions haunted him, and even worse was the deception towards Bernard for having kept his love for Penelope a secret from his mentor; his friend.