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

He would have believed the room he was brought to was an office but for the intricately carved bed in the middle of the room. A fire burned cheerily in the grate, two wine glasses sparkled on the desk, and August relaxed a little. If all he was going to have to do was fight off the advances of some disturbing self-important sleaze, he could handle that. Or maybe, just maybe, he’d let Anton do it. Allof it. Whatever Anton wanted. That ought to teach that jerk Doren a lesson. Who knows? Maybe if he played his cards right he might end up more important than Doren in a year. Maybe he’d be the one calling all the shots.


“Ah, August.” Anton’s voice raked over August’s skin like nails on a chalkboard.


Yeah, right, August corrected himself. Like he’d let this guy get anywhere near him. Not for a million dollars. Not a billion.


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