This Could Have Been Our Song! A coulda
woulda shoulda ballad…
Coulda Woulda Shoulda Song Series - #1
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Author – Danielle-Claude
Ngontang Mba
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Genre – Contemporary
Romance
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Publication Date – January 18th 2013
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Publisher – Ever After Edition
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Cover Artist – Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
Book one:
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!
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Excerpt
LUCIA
“The meeting is now
adjourned. We’ll meet again in two weeks’ time to discuss and finalize the hen
party.” She (Axelle) pours herself
another glass. “To D-Day minus one hundred and five!” she tells us, raising her
glass. “Luce, be a dear and order another pitcher or two.”
I order the pitchers as well
as a dirty martini for the bride-to-be.
Axelle turns to me, her glass
in her hand. “So…what’s new? And you look fantastic, honey!”
“Hey, I look good too!” Noor
scowls.
Axelle laughs and turns to
Noor. “Oh my God! Did I just compliment the wrong sister? You’re Nooradine?”
“Jealousy is not a good color
on you, Noor,” I sneer back, filling myself another drink.
“Please, you’re dieting,” she
tells me. “She’s dieting, Axelle!” she says even louder and finishes her drink.
“I’m so not. I’m doing a
cleanse and some yoga.”
“The one with Beesly,” Axelle
says, serving Noor another glass. “I’ve heard of it. You have to do a lot of
stretching with it.” She blows me a kiss. “Good for you, Luce, and shame on
you, Noor.”
Nice try, Noor. My turn now.
I pour myself another margarita. How many have I had so far? Three or four
glasses? Do I even care? I feel warm and tickly. “Andrew is holding out on
Noor…sexually.” Bam!
“You don’t say,” Axelle
giggles. She finishes her drink and pours another. “What did you do to shift
the balance of power?”
“I don’t want to have the
suburban house and baby talk right now. It has only been a week.” She empties
her drink. “Thanks, big mouth.”
Liar, liar, shorts on fire!
“You told me five days,” I tell Noor. I turn to Axelle. “Anyway, did I tell you
I was dancing again. Just for fun of course. Not like you or Noor.”
“Oh, I’m so happy!” Axelle
gets up and hugs me. “So are you shagging anyone?”
So, I guess we’re back on me.
I finish my drink. “Nope.”
“Why the bloody hell not?
Isn’t that Marcus bloke still in town?” she asks. And another drink.
“She doesn’t know what she
wants,” Noor interjects. Another drink there too. “Greg or Marcus.”
“Greg was in town? Don’t you
dare break that young man’s heart…again!” She raises her glass to me and
wiggling her finger.
“I never broke his heart!” I
tell Axelle. “Greg is one of my closest friends. And I don’t have a lot of
those.”
“Hey…you have us,” Noor says.
“My point exactly, Noor,” I
say.
“That poor kid was so in love
with you back at the dancing academy and he’s still in love you.” Axelle gives
me the most loving look. “Who could blame him? My baby is breathtaking.”
“Aw, I love you too, Lelly.”
I give her a kiss. “But I’m not going to sleep with Greg. Ever.”
“Right.” Axelle winks at me.
“Your loss. That man is
ravishing,” Noor says.
I know he is, inside and out.
Let’s change the subject. “Lelly, do you have a dress for the launch party?” I
innocently ask.
“Yes I do. An original Renee
G creation. She sent it to me earlier this week,” she proudly says. Of course
anything for Mrs Anderson. “So… Are you bringing someone?”
Where did this come from? I
look to Noor for cover, but she’s too sloshed to be of any help.
“Well are you?” Noor asks.
“Can I bring Beesly?”
“Are you going to be shagging
her after? I thought she was married. And straight? And so are you. We were
thinking about a man,” Lelly tells me, laughing.
“No! Gosh, Lelly… Marcus
then,” I say and I can’t take it back.
“Are you going to be shagging
him after?” Noor asks.
“It’s good PR for us. There
will be no shagging! Please stop asking or saying it. Understood.” I’m losing
my buzz. Another drink it is.
“Okay,” Noor chuckles.
“Right,” Axelle giggles.
“Somebody needs to take that
stick out of her butt, or just–” Axelle says.
“Enough!” I clumsily get up.
My buzz hasn’t gone after all. “I’m going home…in a taxi…I think.”
“I was just going to say–”
Axelle continues.
“It has been months after all
since–” Noor says at the same time.
“I got the picture, thanks.
Bye.” I’m ready to leave.
“Please stay. We’re sorry,”
Noor begs. “We just want you to get some because we care.”
“And you can’t leave yet. We
haven’t played refugee African princesses yet,” Axelle begs.
I do like to play that bar
game. Axelle is the best story teller. “One more drink and then we go home,” I
say sitting back down.
“Okay,” Noor chuckles.
“Right,” Axelle giggles.
Our fourth pitcher arrives
and Axelle fills our drinks.
“I don’t have to deal with
that kind of shit when I drink with Beesly,” I say, sulking.
“She’s your soul sister.
We’re blood and, Luce, it’s thinker than water and wine,” Noor literally burps
out. She looks around. “We should get some wine!”
“We’re not going anywhere
anytime soon are we?” I say, smiling at my crazy sisters. Let the game begin.
We’ll worry about getting home later – much, much later…
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