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This Could Have Been Our Song! A coulda woulda shoulda ballad…
Series – Coulda Woulda Shoulda Song Series - #1
Author – Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
Genre – Contemporary Romance
Publication Date – January 18th 2013
Love can be such a “coulda, woulda, shoulda” song sometimes…
Lucia Mpobo-Riddell could have been a dancer like the rest of women of her family but instead she chose music. Marcus Grant could have been a doctor like the rest of his family but instead he chose music. She also could have not fallen for Marcus on her birthday but she did. And Marcus, he could have told Lucia the truth about his real reason for being in Toronto that night, but he didn’t. Now they have to deal with big reveals and consequences: Marcus almost stealing her job and being force to work on an album together. Marcus, because he couldn’t swallow his pride, leaves Toronto and goes home to London. Lucia, because she just couldn’t give up on her first amazing opportunity to produce a whole album. And to complicate the situation further, the band they’re working for is not the easiest one. Mary Gillis, Marcus’ on and off flame, still has a hold on him. Greg McMullen, Lucia’s close friend and former dance partner is back in town and has been in love with her for years. Then there’s Marcus and Lucia, in the middle of their own a professional and personal tug-of- war with each over and the rest of the world. But maybe things could still work out… All things considered, this could have been one heck of a love song!
“She’s adorable isn’t she?” she said.
My look shifted toward John and Lucia, dancing and laughing. “Yes she is,” I answered, smiling to her. “And so are you.”
“I know,” she smirked back.
“Is she a professional dancer too?”
“Until the age of twenty she was the best dancer I’d ever seen,” she answered. “She moved to other passions after that.”
My gaze was always on Lucia and hers on mine. By the time they started to play “No me Ames” I went to get her back from John.
“Missed me, Luce?” I asked her.
She brought her lips to mine for a kiss – a real, deep, long kiss. “John is a better dancer,” she answered.
“I bet. He does this for a living,” I said before kissing her again. “What’s with the Marc Anthony mar-athon here?”
Lucia laughed, turning around and pressing her back against my chest. It felt amazing. “Noor’s doing, I’m sure.” Her hands were caressing my face and I kissed her neck. “It’s her favorite singer.”
She turned around at the end of the song. I couldn’t speak anymore; my body was in full arousal. I kissed her with all I had and she kissed me back, matching the same passion.
“Luce, you are so beautiful,” I hoarsely said.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Just Marcus.” Her fingers were under my shirt now; she kissed me some more then whispered “Do you want to get out of here?”
How could I say no? There was at least one good reason, but all I could think about was her lips, her smell, her touch, her smile. “Noor?” I whispered back.
“Like a cat always, she falls on her feet,” she laughed. “Andrew is waiting for her outside; we’ve all been drinking way too much.”
“Lead the way then.”
She took my hand and led to the exit. I took my jacket after a quick, awkward farewell to John and Nella. Lucia hugged them both then we headed outside. Noor was already there kissing somebody I presumed to be her fiancé. She waved us goodbye and got into his car. Now it was just Lucia and me. I hailed a taxi and kissed her. I looked at her sweet, trusting face and felt like a real dick. She kissed my neck, giggling, and for some reason I giggled back. At that moment I was sure we would be able to talk about the whole Second Coming situation in the morning. But we never did. So now I’m going to have to confront her tomorrow.
I really should have rung her.
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This Would Have Been Our Song! Catchy tunes and dancers’ tales
Series – Coulda Woulda Shoulda Song Series - #2
Author – Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
Genre – Contemporary Romance
Release Date – January 18, 2014
This would have been their perfect love song…
It has been two years since Lucia Mpobo-Riddell has made her choice between the two men in her life. She and her beloved would have been perfectly happy if it wasn’t for… the constant distractions from her past, her sister Noor’s complicated life, her own doubts and fears. Maybe there wasn’t such a thing as perfection and this was a lesson that Lucia was going to learn the hard way.
Greg McMullen and Marcus Grant’s lives had been affected by Lucia’s choice that day in Glasgow two years ago. Since then one had been fighting to keep her when the other had been relentlessly trying to get her back. It soon became apparent to them that she wasn’t the Lucia they met and fell in love with anymore. Her life and priorities had completely shifted. To even consider keeping her or just getting her back, they would have to accept it or they would have to let her go. But would they ever be able to do either?
And the strangest thing happens, No Me Ames starts and we both freezes. “I didn’t do it,” I mouth. She says something to Alex and he looks at both us and signals me to come.
“I heard this was your song. That’s an odd choice,” Alex says when I get there.
“This is odd,” I tell them as I remove my jacket.
“Not to mention extra cheesy!” she laughs.
“Whatever dude, just bring her back when you’re done,” he says walking away with my jacket.
We laugh, we’re nervous. I put my hand on her naked back and bring her closer. We start dancing, avoiding looking at each over. She finally puts her arms around my neck and look up, “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Lucia, Alex’s friend and baby mama,” she teases.
“Mercutio Grant but everyone calls me Marcus,” I say back.
“Well Mercutio, are you an underwear model?” She takes a quick pick at my giant ponytail, “An Italian underwear model?” she leers.
“Si,” I laugh. “I do…the clothes too,” I say with the worst fake Italian.
“It’s such a waste… I mean with this body and that long sexy hair, it’s all about boxer or briefs?” She gives me the most innocent look. “I’m in show business too. I write songs, good songs. And I play the guitar, the piano, bass, the violin… I like music. And you…Mercutio was it? Do you play anything when you’re not too busy taking your clothes off for the camera?”
“Le donne … I mostly play the women… no need to put clothes back on,” I say without skipping a beat. My Italian accent is terrible. I’m mentally apologizing to all Italians. “And it’s briefs.”
She burst out laughing and she’s laughing so hard, I have hold her tighter for her not to fall on her face. She’s wearing incredibly high heels. “Mercutio, you’re all right,” she lets out as the song ended.
“Luce, you’re killing me. And you look incredible tonight… I mean wow!” I tell her. We walk back toward Alex. She puts her hand on my chest to stop me, grabs a drink and polishes it off. “Are you all right?”
“Did I mention that I belong to the Riddell clan and we love to dance? Mercutio, let’s dance.” She starts moving her hips seductively, her hands still on my chest pushing backward as she’s moving forward. And then we dance, I’m just happy to have her in my arms a little bit longer.
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