A.F. Henley

Doren was born with a powerful gift -- a gift he's managed to use to put him well on his way to becoming a star. But there is more to that gift than just musical talent, and as careful as Doren is to hide that fact, there are some who know of the power behind the sound, and all the ways they could abuse it.<br><br>August's goal in life is simple: make an impact in the music industry. An opportunity to work as the personal assistant to Doren seems to be exactly the kind of break he needs to accomplish that goal.<br><br>But all too often in life, simple becomes just another complication, especially when there are people whose goal is even simpler: destroy and dominate.

The Gift

“You jerk!” Both of August’s fists were clenched. Even with the flush of arousal on his face and chest, August looked ready to kill. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”


Doren shook his head, confused, the ache not subsided, the song in his mind fading. “You…you called me?”


August barked a laugh. “I called you? I called you, did I? I was fucking sleeping, Doren. Sleeping!”


“No.” Doren shook his head again, frowning. “You called me.”


The argument went unacknowledged as August turned to the open door. “And that? How’d you manage that, superstar? Did you pay someone to open that?” He didn’t give Doren a chance to reply before he snapped, “Fucking answer me!”


“It was not open. I locked it myself. I checked it before I went to bed.” The spots of fury on August’s cheek were growing. His fisted hands shook like bombs getting ready to explode. “I can’t believe you. I can’t believe you did this.”


Chapter 21