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

Standing in front of a crowd, I play my keyboard along to the kind of beat you can feel in your soul. Its rhythmic flavor reaches inside me and pulls out the kind of music you can only dream to compose. The crowd is going wild, writhing along with the whooshing sound as I let my fingers drift across the keys of my keyboard.

Wait, where is the rest of the band, though? Who is making that beeping noise?

Beeps are offset with whooshes, holding a constant, yet familiar rhythm.

Peeling my dry eyelids open, I'm met with harsh white light in a harsh white room that comes into focus all too slowly. The smell of antiseptic tickles my nose, evoking a sense of memory to tell me where I am. If I had any question, the feeling of the rough hospital gown rubbing against my skin as I attempt to shift in bed seals the deal.

Wake Up Sleeping