This Could Have Been Our
Song
This Would Have Been Our
Song
Coulda Woulda Shoulda Song Series Books 1&2
By Danielle-Claude
Ngontong Mba
This Could Have Been Our
Song (Book One)
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, leave Toronto and go 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!
EXCERPT
MARCUS
(R rated)
“Do
you want to get out of here?” I asked, straight in the eyes. I still can’t
believe she said yes. After all that had happened between us in past the six
months and all that had happened yesterday at the wedding, she still said yes.
She generously gave herself to me without any reserve and I selfishly took what
she was offering. And I want more, more of her, more of us.
I
look at her sleeping next to me on her stomach in my bed. She’s facing me but I
can’t see her face; her hair is covering it. I move it away to kiss her nose,
her cheekbone, her neck. I move the sheet down so I can slowly kiss her naked
back, each vertebra at a time. Her smell is just so intoxicating, vanilla and
cocoa butter at the same time, strangely matching her light-brown complexion.
The then exotic, charming, beautiful and very inviting Lucia has now become the
beautifully, passionate, exotically intoxicating, charmingly stubborn,
temptress Lucia.
I
hear a small groan as I’m running my hands across her smooth back. She’s
finally waking up. Good; I thought I might have to shake her this time.
“Hi,
Marcus.” She’s just smiling, her eyes closed, her voice hoarse.
I
keep kissing her lower back, almost reaching her butt when I’m stopped by a
pair of knickers. “Now, how did those get here?” I ask her, laughing and trying
to remove them.
She
turns around, now fully awake, giving me an impressive view of her breasts,
partially hidden under her long, straightened hair. My mouth goes dry. I bend
down to kiss her stomach then lick her navel. She looks down, takes my head and
brings it to her eye level.
“Marcus…”
she whispers, staring at me, her eyes so full of love, our mouths so close to
one another.
“Luce…”
I respond. That’s the only thing I can say every time I hear my name in that
sexy, pleading tone. Temptress Lucia kisses me, softly at first, teasing me
with her tongue, then she just goes for it. It’s deep, it’s wet, it’s messy,
it’s just earthshattering. I kiss her chin, her neck goes back to her mouth,
take her breasts in my hands. I can hardly breathe or think but I just can’t
stop myself. But I do while pushing her hair away from her breasts so I can
enjoy them fully.
“Would
you be a dear and take those off?” I ask her, pointing to her knickers.
“No
rest for the wicked I see. Where do you find this energy?” she answers, smiling
at me.
“I’m
not sure,” I tease, still waiting for those damn knickers to be removed.
“I
can barely move.” She pushes me away. “Are you trying to break a record?”
“It’s
the last time I promise,” I tell her while kissing her neck. I don’t think I’m
going to be able to keep this promise but she doesn’t have to know. “Now,
please, the knickers.”
“Baby,
I’m so tired. I need a good shower,” she yawns and stretches her body against
mine.
“A
shower would be nice,” I gloat. Forget it, I’ll remove them myself.
She
takes my hand and kisses it before pushing it away. “Alone! I’m starving. How
about I cook us some breakfast as well?” she adds, sitting up and retrieving a
nightgown.
“Where
did you get this?” I ask her.
“In
my bag.” She points it out. “I went downstairs to pick up my things, which
included my infamous knickers.”
“I
see. It is mid-Sunday morning after all.” I look down at those damn panties.
“So, are you going to do something about this?” I say.
“Patrick
was here and left for Manchester about ninety minutes ago. He said, he’d call…
Do you think he’s going to call me, Marcus? Men always say that but most never
do,” she tells me.
“You’re
too much, Luce! And he’d better not call you or–” I say, taking her in my arms.
“Or
what, Marcus?” she asks softly.
I caress her soft, sweet cheeks while she’s
kissing my hands along the way. How can such simple gestures feel so intimate
and so natural between us? It keeps amazing me.
“Or
what, Marcus?” she asks again.
“Oh…I
will deal with him,” I tell her. I reach out for her face, her lovely face.
“Come here,” I say before kissing her again. “Luce?”
“What
now?” she asks against my lips.
“I
have to be in Paris next Wednesday…in ten days. I can’t promise you anything
but I would really like–”
“I’ll
stay with you.” She kisses the tip of my nose. She doesn’t add anything else
but her eyes are doing all the talking, the yearning and the longing.
I
can’t promise you anything, Luce, I keep repeating to myself, but I don’t want
you to go away. “Thank you for staying.”
She
removes her panties slowly, without breaking eye contact. She reaches for me,
her arms and legs embracing me, placing me on top of her.
“Last
time, right? Then you’ll let me rest,” she asks me. Her hands are caressing my
back and the back of my head; her feet are caressing my butt.
“I
really, really doubt it, love,” I groan, completely entering her without
breaking eye contact and taking all her sweet, wonderful warmth inside of me.
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This Would Have Been Our
Song (Book Two)
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?
EXCERPT
Lucia - Pondering about all these things that she’s done?
“Look
it’s your mama!” Marcus says to Cassie. She’s comfortably settled in his arms,
her tiny chubby arms around his neck. “It’s… wow Lucia you look great!”
I
love you Fabrice, styling me from head to toe, before I leave for work every
morning… against my will and all! “Hiya, I’ll take this off your hands,” I tell
him with a big smug smile.
“No!”
Cassie says and holds him tighter.
Don’t
embarrass Mama, she’s having an awesome moment here. “Or maybe not… so taking a
break from your modelling career?” His hair is longer than mine! That’s so sexy
and when did his arms get so big and defined? Hello Marcus 2.0 or Mercutio…. I
think Cassie is having a crush. She keeps leaning her head on his chest and
smiles.
“I
like to mix it up,” he laughs back and Cassie giggles with him.
Right…
“Hi Mary, fancy meeting you guys here. I didn’t know you were using this studio
too,” I tell her.
She
glances at her outfit, simple dark skinny jeans, a loose top and flat boots.
What? No stylist hidden in your closet? She glances at my short blue vintage
floral tea dress, my bare naturally tanned legs and my strappy high heels. He
did my hair and makeup too. “Hi Lucia,” she simply says.
That’s
right, Fabrice you deserve a raise! “I’m here with Tallie Wilson for the next
few weeks but I’m hoping to do part of the album in the Abbey Road Studios,” I
say to both of them.
“We
use this location when we’re not in my flat,” she says with a hint of something
else. Is Marcus blushing? “Anyway, you do look great!” Her work is done, she
planted her seed. Well played Mary!
“Thanks,”
I say trying to take Cassie from Marcus again but she’s still resisting. “I’m
representing my label. I need to look the part.” I’m just repeating B, Alex and
Fabrice sales’ speech. Mary and Marcus hum in agreement. I’ll never doubt those
three again.
“Mary,
lunch sounds fantastic right now,” Marcus tells her and release her hand. They
were holding hands? How did I miss that? “But as you can see, I am now
otherwise engaged,” he says looking at Cassie. She gives him a very wet kiss.
“Just like a Riddell to kiss first!”
I’m so embarrassed. “Shame on you Mercutio!
Still seducing babies I see.” Our eyes lock.
“Who’s
Mercutio?” Mary asks losing her patience. That girl needs some food in her.
She’s so damn skinny!
“Only
the best Italian male model in London,” I let out in a laugh.
“Whatever!
I don’t have time for this. I’m supposed to meet the director for the music
video,” she tells Marcus. She just stares at him like some kind of ultimatum.
“Yes
go get something to eat. You’re so fucking skinny!” I whisper but not as low as
I wished.
“What!”
Mary asks.
“Nothing.”
Marcus is trying to suppress a laugh, Cassie is looking at him like is the best
thing she’s ever seen. “I was just wondering why you don’t have your own label
by now. Most artists at your level do.”
“Why
do you mean?” she crosses her skinny arms.
Marcus’
look says the same thing. “Well you would have full creative take on your work,
even discover and groom new artists. Influencing the way music evolves. Mary
you have so much talent and experience, I’m just surprised you haven’t gone
that route…yet,” I tell her, a big manipulative smile on my face.
Marcus
is rolling his sexy eyes at us. “What you don’t think I can do it? Thanks
Marcus! Lucia you and I need to do lunch,” she says walking away.
“Sure!”
Victory!
“Marcus,
I’ll see you tonight? My place?” she says.
“I’ll
be there,” he mumbles back. Fuck! Time to leave, but he has my kid. “Luce, look
at me. I’m not sleeping with Mary,” he says getting closer to me.
“It’s
none of my business. I just want my daughter back Marcus,” I say back. I try to
take Cassie but she starts to whine so I let her go.
“Don’t
do this, I’m not shagging Mary,” he says again. He tries to give me Cassie but
she starts to cry. “Okay Cassie, I keep you.”
That
is just really pathetic, “Alright, you’re not sleeping with her… whatever!” I
shrug.
“You
know, with her being so damn skinny and all!” he jokes.
“Bobo?”
Cassie asks him.
“Bobo?”
he asks me.
“Food,
she’s hungry. We were on her way to the kitchen when she escaped.”
“Bobo
it is, lead the way,” he tells me. I hesitate for a minute. I could just grab
her and go. She’ll cry for a bit then settle down. “Lucia?”
“This
way.”
About the author
“My life journey is like my
playlist, amazingly unique but full of contradictions with surprising joys with
every song...”
I
was born in Quebec City, Canada from Gabonese parents but grew up in Paris and
Libreville the Gabonese capital until the age of 18. Are you yawning yet? I
am...
I
moved back to Canada in 1999 after high school in Libreville to study
Cinematography and Digital movie production in Laval University in Quebec then
The International Academy of Design and Technology in Toronto. After graduating
in 2003, I decided to sell my soul to the corporate world and worked in the
Benefit Outsourcing Industry for seven in Toronto before reconnecting with her
first passion writing.
"A teacher told me in high
school that people didn't read anymore so I decided that I would make movies
instead...so that didn't stick…"
I
finally went back to school to study creative writing at Georges Brown College
in 2010 and 2011. I started to write The Coulda Woulda Shoulda Song Series as
an assignment and finished Book One in late 2011 before moving to London.
And
the rest as they say is history... Almost two years later, I'm in London and
wrote three novels: This Could Have Been Our Song! A coulda woulda shoulda
ballad... (Book one) currently available on amazon and soon in iTunes, Kobo,
Barnes and Nobles and Smashwords. The sequel This Would Have Been Our Song!
Catchy tune and dancers’ tales will be released in January 2014 and the third
part of the trilogy This Should Have Been Our Song! The happy ever after melody
will be released in January 2015. Bird Of Prey, my first mystery romance novel
has been released in October 7th, 2013. The first sequel The Plot Thickens (a
novella) release date is December 27th, 2013. The second one Polliannah Got
Married! will be released in April 2014 or earlier.
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