Author: Jamie Salisbury
Published On: June 29 2014
Publisher: Self Published Purchase Links:
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Mary Stuart and Daniel Kennedy have not seen each other since attending a prestigious performing arts school.
Now a world renowned violinist, and married to his career, Daniel stumbles across Mary through her images at a London gallery. He is in need of a photographer with vision - she is a photographer in need of clients.
Mary has all but given up the stage - or has she? Her photographs pay the bills far more than her fancy musical education. But Mary has secrets. . .secrets she dare not share with even the roguish Mr. Kennedy.
A roving paparazzi lens changes all that for them. . .
Can Daniel forgive Mary for hiding her past - and her present? Will their relationship break like a violin string - or will their love endure the chaos?
So here I am – going over images from a photo shoot the day before when I hear the front door bell chime. Looking up I see the most perfect man, hell the most beautiful man I had laid eyes on in – oh hell I don’t know – years perhaps. Oh h-e-l-l! It was him!
“Mary Stuart?” He asked as the door shut behind him. The sunlight caught his light brown hair as he stepped inside. His hair was long, though pulled up in some sort of knot in the back. The rest was pulled away from his face, showing off just how handsome he really was. He had the most expressive brown eyes I think I’d ever seen on a man, and that smile would melt your heart.
“That’d be me,” I cockily replied. “Mary Stuart at your service. And you would be?”
“Daniel. Daniel Kennedy.” His brown eyes bore through me, but somehow didn’t make me uncomfortable. “Forgive me for staring, but you look familiar.”
“I was just about to say the same thing. Why don’t you tell me what I can do for you and perhaps it’ll come to one of us.” Yeah I could think of a few things I’d like to do with this man and none of it had to do with taking his picture either.
“I saw some of your work at a gallery and thought you do amazing work. I’m looking for someone to shoot new images for me, and I think you may be that person.”
His voice was soft. The cadence in the manner in which he spoke entranced me. He had a hint of an underlying accent, which I’d always found sexy. His voice, his mannerisms…
“Could I get you something to drink, Daniel? A coffee or some tea? I even have water if you’d like. We can sit down and you can tell me exactly what you’re looking for.” I pointed to a small floral sofa and chair in a corner of the studio.
“Water would be fine.”
“I’ll be right back. Feel free to look around.”
I turned and walked towards the back room where we kept the refrigerator. I opened the door and pulled out two waters and returned to the gallery. Suck it up! He has no idea it was you he’s seen at the clubs. Just act as though you’re both trying to figure out where you know each other from.
Daniel, mister tall, dark and definitely handsome, not to mention trouble, was standing in front of a grouping of photos I had taken of an elderly duchess on her eightieth birthday. Hearing my footsteps, he turned and proceeded towards the sofa.
I paused in front of him and handed him the bottle of cold water before proceeding to the sofa where I sat across from him. “Tell me something about yourself Daniel. What you do for a living, that sort of thing.” I lied.
As I waited for his reply I couldn’t help but make note of the heavy silver rings he wore. I instantly recognized one as a skull. He certainly didn’t look the part of a Goth. He was dressed nicely enough in a pair of form fitting black jeans, some sort of graphic t-shirt underneath a dark grey pin stripe jacket. He popped the cap off the bottle and took a long swig before closing it again and setting the bottle on the floor.
“I am a violinist…” he began.