Title: The Prelude
Author: KaSonndra Leigh
Genre: A New Adult Contemporary Romance
Genre: A New Adult Contemporary Romance
Synopsis:
After finishing design school six months ago, Erin Angelo left her tragic past
behind in the States and started a new life in Milan, Italy. Burying the grief,
silencing her demons, and living a life without any real attachments has worked
well for her so far. But when Erin secures her first real job as a budding
clothing designer, her controlled world is shaken to its core by the
mysteriously sexy director of the local.
Symphony.
Alek Dostov is a man who knows what he wants and how to get it. He’s
successful, hot, the son of a millionaire, and women all over the world flock
to see one of his performances. For Alek, Erin represents the ultimate
challenge: sexy, smart, and unaffected by his charms…or so she thinks. Just
like Erin, Alek avoids attachments that leave him emotionally vulnerable. But
unlike Erin, his pursuit of all things pleasurable is ruthless.
Knowing how wary they both are concerning any kind of committed relationship,
Alek finds a way to pursue Erin, satisfying the intense attraction between them
without sacrificing the freedom they both enjoy. Sometimes the deepest passion
brings out the darkest emotions. And Erin finds herself completely unprepared
for the forbidden world of the young maestro and his truths and even his
secrets, as she struggles to deal with her own.
Music, passion, betrayal and forbidden love spun together in one of the most
romantic cities in the world.
This novel contains sexual situations and mature language. It is intended for
an audience at 17+ years of age.
Alek’s POV
Erin Meets the Ex
“So, your
mother was born in Dallas? That means you’re all mixed up, like me.
Interesting,” Erin says and shakes her head as though she’s in deep thought.
She takes a bite of her focaccia, a type of yeast
roll covered in garlic. Since we’re still well into the aperitivo, Milan’s
happy hour, this is about all we’re going to be served for the time being. “It
all makes sense now. I was wondering why Adriana doesn’t have a Russian
sounding name. And how you got those…nevermind.”
“Don’t do that stopping mid-sentence thing. It drives
me insane, yes. Finish. What do I have?” I lean over on the table, so I’m
closer to her face. A rush of pink spreads through her cheeks. She blushes so
easily. I enjoy watching it happen.
She shrugs and stabs at her food until I’m ready to
snatch the plate away and eat the bread myself. I place my hand over hers.
“Erin, you were going to tell me something, yes?” Our gazes meet, and she
stares deep into my eyes.
“Your eyes. They’re not blue like a lot of Russians.
That’s all. You don’t need me to be telling you things you’ve heard all your
life, I’m sure.” She glances down at her plate and then over at my hand
massaging the skin on top of hers.
“Look at me, Erin.”
“No. I mean, I’d rather not.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s—”
“What have we here? The two of you look cozy,” a
familiar female’s voice says, ripping through our bonding moment. Nadya. I sit
back and give her a hard look. She’s wearing fur in July, the same thing Mother
likes to do. And she looks ridiculous.
“Nadya. You look warm today,” I say, smiling.
“I am. These Milan nights can get a little chilly.
Especially when a girl sits at home alone more often than not,” she replies.
“I’m sure a woman of your means can easily find
male companionship,” I say with a smirking grin. She turns to Erin.
“Hi there. I’m Nadya, Alek’s ex-girlfriend.” She
holds out her hand for Erin to shake.
“I’m Erin. And I’m not the new girlfriend.” Shaking
her hand, Erin passes a quick glance in my direction.
“Erin Angelo, the student designer who wooed and
won the hearts of all three Martuccio brothers? I’m in awe. Tell me, what kind
of sexual favors did you do in order to convince them to take you in and spend
all that money for you?”
“Nadya. This isn’t the time or place for that shit,”
I warn.
“Oh, Alek, this is girl talk. Obviously, Erin has
what it takes to survive in the fashion capital of the world. I simply want
pointers on how she managed to snag yet another successful man so very quickly.
Has he taken you to the waterfall yet?” Nadya gushes, her voice dripping with
sarcasm. I stand up and face her.
“I’m warning you, Nadya,” I repeat.
“No, Alek, it’s okay, really. I don’t mind helping
Nadya out,” Erin says, a devious gleam in her gorgeous eyes. Easing back down
to my seat, I get the feeling that Nadya is in for a surprise.
“First, I signed up for design school. This meant I
actually had to use intelligence over sex,” Erin begins, using the sweetest
voice I’ve ever heard on a female. “And then, my instructors noticed I had a
sharp eye for identifying trends. You know what I mean, right? Real. Raw.
Talent. Now, this doesn’t include shopping sprees and matching up the designer
labels in all my outfits. I’m one of the people who actually sat down and
created the design for that acrylic, also known as, fake fur vest you’re
wearing.”
Erin beams a smile at Nadya and then glances at me
just before she says, “Men can’t help but to notice someone who does this kind
of thing. Right, Alek?”
“Damn right. I couldn’t help it, anyway,” I add,
feeling more turned on by Erin than I’ll ever care to admit. She removes her
shawl and exposes the way her dress dips low enough to show off her generous
cleavage. I lower my head so neither one of them will catch me laughing.
“In fact, Alek told me that my ambitious nature
outside of the bedroom turns him on so much that he can’t wait to get back and make
mad, passionate love to me tonight,” Erin says with a smile. I almost choke on
my saliva.
“Obviously. Have a nice dinner,” Nadya says in
a flat voice and walks off toward a man standing near the bar.
“I cannot believe I just said those shitty things
to her,” Erin says, shaking her head and gasping.
“She opened the door wide,” I answer.
“Can we have a subject-change moment, please?” she
asks and moves on without questioning me about the waterfall statement Nadya
made. I appreciate that she doesn’t question or judge me. Not yet.
Erin
Gets Her Happy Dance On…
I’m walking in a daze.
I think I’m going to pass out. Whoa! What just
happened out there? The most gorgeous, successful, beautifully arrogant man
ever just kissed my hand. My best friend, Selene is going to hate me for being so
lucky. I can’t wait to tell her.
“Alright, chill out, Cinderella.” I walk
through my door and let all the pretense, aka Miss Control USA, go flying out
the window. I hop right up in the middle of my living room floor and start
doing my hot damn dance.
So, yeah, Alek’s statement about the prelude
freaked me out for a second. The word reminded me of something Jada used to
say. His line was just the tiniest bit corny, too. But I meant what I said when
I told him I thought his words were cute. He can say anything with that accent
and get away with it.
I glance at my watch. 10p.m. It’s too early to call
Selene. She works as a bartender in Florence. Sometimes her nights don’t end
until around 2am.
I sniff the contract Alek gave me. His scent still
lingers on the paper, reminding me of the day I first experienced the scent of
his cologne. That was the day I fell on my butt, and he offered me his jacket
to cover my body. He’s a true gentleman. Well, maybe a little.
So what if the gesture came after I had bolted for
the door because he was looking me up and down at first. I feel myself
forgiving his neglect to inform me of his true identity. He’s yet to explain
himself. I consider agreeing to meet him for dinner just so he can tell me why
he led me to believe he was an assistant.
I shower and throw on my Betty Boop sleeping shirt,
a pair of booties, and then try to bring my racing thoughts back under control.
Heading to my bedroom, I lie down on the bed and pull out a romance novel
Selene let me borrow.
She thinks I’m destined to become either a nun or a
homicidal maniac. Her reasoning being that no normal person goes without sex as
long as I have done. Selene’s boyfriend and my old design lab partner from school,
Christopher, even chimed in to help drill the thought into me one day when the
two of them visited. I study the book in my hands.
This just doesn’t seem right. Erin Angelo is pulling out a romance novel and actually considering
reading it. Now I know something’s wrong with me.
I live in the City of Alchemy and Medicine, North Carolina . I write
about people doing fantastical things in magical worlds. Sometimes they fall
for each other and make sacrifices for their friends. Oh, and sometimes they
love music and nature too. I live with my two sons,a guinea pig, a cat, and two
dogs. Now that I have completed my MFA in creative writing, I find that I have
a little extra time to play CLUE more often. I live in an L-shaped house
dedicated to my grandmother. It has a secret library complete with fairies,
venetian plastered walls, and a desk made out of clear blue glass.
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