TayeSteele

"We're standing uncomfortably close and he makes no sign that he intends on moving from the position in which he has me pinned against the door, unable to flee. His eyes run down my face, my neck, over my cleavage, and he makes a sound of appreciation from his throat.  He dips down to kiss me and I open to him on contact. Bringing his hands up to either side of my jaw he cradles my face, giving me a far sweeter kiss than last time. Unhurried, less desperate, but somehow it holds more intensity than last time. When he moves to deepen the kiss I give no objection, tilting my head, and lifting my arms to throw them around his neck."

There's nothing quite like the freedom of college. For many young adults, it's their first experience with life on their own, but for Vale Clarke, it's about more than that. It's her one and only chance to carve a new path for herself away from her dysfunctional family. When she loses her scholarship she's faced with two options: come up with the dough, or kiss her future goodbye.

Inspiration strikes her when she meets Kaden West. A hot rock prodigy born with a silver spoon in his mouth and a sense of entitlement to match. How far is Vale willing to go to lock down the future she wants?

TW: Depictions of drug and alcohol use/absue, mentions of past trauma. May contain scenes of dubious consent.

Sex Sells

"I don't know, I think you guys should try that one more time. It's missing something," I say as I sit opposite a fully set up Deadly Nightshade while they're trying to work out the bridge in a song I'm helping them record this afternoon.


I pulled out all my recording gear and wired it up for them, which means I've got my mixers strewn across the large tables, the mics are set up, and I've somehow found myself playing producer.


Rue is sitting next to me as we're listening to the piece that sounds discordant. Like it's missing something that we just can't name. The music equivalent to that pinch of sugar in a tart tomato sauce or a little bit of extra salt. She groans in frustration. The first song we recorded went off without a hitch, and it lulled us into a false sense of triumph that isn't really serving us as well on song two.


Song Two