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

“All right then!” Anton stood. “I’ll see both of you in the lobby at, oh, shall we say seven?” He didn’t wait for confirmation. He let himself out. His coffee sat on the table, untouched.


The door hadn’t been closed a second when August got up and rushed to it, snapping the lock closed. “Jesus, Doren.” He stared at Doren with both fear and worry. “Are you all right?”


Doren shook his head. He just didn’t know.


She could hear Anton hollering, his footsteps echoing through the foyer and up the stairs. “God damn it, woman, where are you?”


There was no reply given. She waited patiently in the bedroom for him to find her. Only a foolish woman rushed after a man. She lifted her arms in a casual stretch, her fingers drifting lazily through her hair. She was so relaxed, so beautifully spent. It was a wonderful, lazy feeling


Chapter 41