Just one look... When he saw her onstage, Russell Knight was mesmerized by aspiring songstress Tori Matthews. Everything about her, from her soulful voice to her fiery personality, stirred a passion within him that he could barely contain. Would she be the one to change his playboy ways? ...that's all it took Tori was drawn to Russell the moment she looked into the audience. How could anyone miss those devastating good looks and smoldering eyes? But just when things began to heat up between the two, her career came calling. Would she forgo the growing passion between them for a shot at stardom?
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July 31, 2008
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Excerpt from Always a Knight by Wayne Jordan
The first time Victoria Matthews met Russell Knight, she fell hopelessly and completely in...lust.
Maybe it was the neat dreadlocks that flowed down his back, or the firm muscular body hugged by the close-fitting shirt he wore.
Or maybe it was his eyes. Two startling dark pools that held secrets but flamed with the mutual desire reflected in hers.
What she did know was that she wanted him.
When she saw the responding heat in his eyes, she knew that something unexpected had taken place in the moment when their eyes had met, caressed and lingered.
She stood erect as her mother had taught her, but she felt the sudden urge to discard that image and do what was necessary to get what she wanted... and what she wanted was the sexy man who'd just walked into the club where she performed each night.
When she climbed the steps to the stage for her final set that night, she knew that she would be singing to him.
She'd chosen her songs carefully for the crowd that filled the club on Friday nights. But they were perfect for what she had planned. She'd always been cautious about the men who frequented the bar. However, when she'd seen him chatting with her boss, Rachel, during her first break, she'd been intrigued enough to ask about him when Rachel came to tell her it was time for her next set...something she didn't usually do.
Russell Knight. The name Rachel had given her. Twenty-seven, a reporter at the New York Times... and single. She would discover everything else she needed before the night was over. Until then she had to earn a living.
Taking the cordless microphone from the stand, she raised it to her mouth and closed her eyes, trying to calm the familiar butterflies in her stomach.
But as happened each night, when she sang the first note, the apprehension was quickly gone and she soon felt the rhythm of the music as it flowed within her.
Her first selection was a haunting melody she'd written long ago, when a man had played with her heart and left her in pain.
She loved the song, and so did the audiences. Not because it was technically one of her best compositions, but because it reminded her of her need to remain in control of her life.
For a while, the man in the audience was forgotten and Tori immersed herself in her performance.
Russell loved music. He couldn't remember a time when music didn't play an important part in his life, so when his friend Rachel Allen had invited him to her club to hear the new band and the lead singer that she raved about, he couldn't pass up the opportunity.
He remembered clearly the mornings at home in Barbados when he'd wake up and the only thing he could think of was the feel of the steel pan beneath his hands.
But he never knew that music could be such an erotic experience until the singer lifted the microphone to her mouth and started to sing.
Her voice reminded him of the satin warmth of his island home.
The song she sang was a haunting melody of lost love. For some reason, he wondered if she'd loved and lost. He'd not had much experience with love.
Yeah, he loved sex and loved women, but that was it.
He smiled, remembering his twin sister's words the last time they'd spoken. "You laugh all you want. Your turn is coming next."
He continued to laugh, knowing that what she said was far from reality. He had no intention of getting married. He was happy for his sister, Tamara. She'd been married for almost three years now to Kyle Austin, former West Indies cricketer.
Shayne, his older brother, had also found his true love and was happily married. Several of his sister-in-law's paintings hung in his apartment building.
In moments of weakness, he wondered if he would ever find a love like theirs, but because marriage was not in his immediate plans, he doubted it. He did know that his next lover was standing right before him.
She'd changed to a sexy number, taking the white shawl from around her shoulders to reveal smooth arms and a dress cut just above the slight swell of her breasts.
This time she moved among the audience, enchanting everyone with her passion, making each of them think she was singing directly to them.
When she stood before him, he felt himself tremble as he inhaled the faintest hint of flowers. She didn't seem like the flowery type. She should be wearing something bolder, fiery.
He didn't expect this powerful a reaction to a woman he didn't know.
And then he noticed it. The slight trembling of her hand on the microphone, and the look of wonder in her eyes.