DescriptionLeah is a young woman who is trying to break free from a strict religious background
and pursue her dream as a pianist in the world of show business. While trying to find
her independence her heart is held captive by Jason Rowe a local basketball star who
established an organization to help troubled youth. When Jason is found murdered in
his home, Leah is determined to get answers from a closed investigation. During her
state of emotional turmoil, Leah finds comfort not only in the melody of her music, but
in the arms of a married man named Calvin. With her dreams at her fingertips, Leah is
tangled in a web of lies and deceit. Despite the fear of learning the truth, Leah has to
realize that only the truth can set her free.
A dead lover, with a trail of broken hearts…
A married man, with a double-life…
A dream chaser, with a killer at her heels…
A piano, with eighty-eight keys…
Excerpt
The jarring ring of the telephone pulled Leah back into the present. It took her a couple
of rings to find the buried cell
phone. “Hello?”
“Hey, Leah, it’s Quincy. I was just calling to check up on you.”
She settled back into a small section of the couch. “Hi, Quincy. I’m doing okay.”
“You sure?” She could hear the concern in his voice. “You sound a little sad.”
The picture of her and Jason crumpled in her fist. “Well, you know how it is. I’m surrounded by ghosts at every turn.”
Her inner voice urged her to change the subject quickly. “How are you doing?”
“Well, that kind of brings me to the second purpose of this call. Would you mind coming in this afternoon? There is still so much to do for the gala, and we can use all the help we can get.”
Leah looked at her watch, then at the mess in her living room. “Yep, I can be there in a couple of hours.”
Saying her goodbyes, Leah hung up the phone and made a mental note to pick up, packing boxes along the way.
When her lease was up, she was moving to her neon oasis—Las Vegas. Leah was going to be a pianist.
Running thirty minutes late, Leah pulled into the parking lot of Bright Horizons Youth Group. She didn’t see Mrs. Turner and Rosa until she almost collided into them.
“Oh, oops, sorry,” Leah said, fumbling with her purse and notebook. “I, um, didn’t see you there.” The look on Rosa’s face was pure anger.
“Well, we are certainly glad you’re here,” Mrs. Turner said with an airy smile. “There is just so much that needs to be done, and well, it is your business to know how to do this.”
Leah smiled, situating her purse on her shoulder, and avoided eye contact with Rosa in case one of the thousand daggers thrown from her eyes would penetrate. “You know, I am just happy to help,” she said to the older woman.
Leah cringed at the overly eager sound of her own voice.
“And we are so glad you are helping, swallowing your pride for the good of Bright
Horizons.” Mrs. Turner wore her Armani dress like it was a second skin, her makeup and hair flawless as always. Her smile was etched, and didn’t quite spread to the rest of her face.
“I don’t understand why…” Rosa said. Her hostility spoke volumes.
Leah braced herself for a very vocal confrontation.
“No, dear.” Mrs. Turner put a beautifully manicured hand on Rosa’s forearm. “You don’t understand, and you never will if you don’t check your attitude.”
A car horn caused all three women to look around. “Ah, that’s for me.” Mrs. Turner pulled a sheet of paper from her book, not acknowledging the impatient student honking.
Leah didn’t want to know why the University’s current basketball star was sitting in Mrs.Turner’s car.
“If you both will excuse me, I have more important mat-ters to attend to.” She handed Leah a long list, “Be a dear and see if you can crank this out.”
The two women eyed each other warily.
Rosa brushed past Leah. “Don’t you dare screw this up,” she hissed.
“Why would you think that?” Leah usually kept to herself as far as Rosa was concerned,but the implication bothered her.
Rosa slid on a pair of sunglasses. “Because you screw everything up.”
Catherine Lavender is from Baltimore, Maryland but now resides in Tampa, Florida with her miniature schnauzer name Ripken. She is an animal activist, as well as a supporter of the organization First Book which helps supply literature for underprivileged children.
In her spare time, Catherine enjoys reading classic literature and playing the acoustic guitar.
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