If you’ve been following the Neophyte Author then you know that this summer I began working on a novella, Tempted to Touch. During this summer I went through some struggles and battles with point of view, but I finally got that together. With the point of view established and a great title in place this weekend I knocked out the cover. With the help of my #soulsis, Unoma Nwankor and my go to cover girl,Myriam Skye-Holly, the cover of Tempted to Touch is ready and I have an excerpt for you.
“Is that?” Onyjie gasped after flipping my laptop open as I tried to press it closed when she entered my office.
“Yes, that’s Quincy and this is not what it looks like,” I said pointing to the screen. The mint green lacquer on her nails gleaned in my eye making it difficult for me to formulate a good lie.
“I hope not,” Onyjie wagged her head and folded her arms across her chest. “It looks to me like you’re cyber stalking him.”
My head shook rapidly from side to side. There was no real way for me to make an innocent afternoon of research appear innocent. “No, I bumped into him the other day…He gave me his card.” This would be a great moment for a genie to pop out and shazaam the card would appear in my hand while Onyjie tapped the toe of her metallic silver booties on the floor waiting to find the hole in my story. I really don’t know why she went into accounting after college. She has the entire detective thing down pact right down to the cold stare and twisted mouth.
“He’s in the industry now.”
“What industry? The how to get a divorce in 90 days industry?” She asked pointing at Quincy’s almond colored face.
“No, the music industry,” I said laughing a bit trying to disguise my guilt. I had not so much as called him and Onyjie already had me feeling like I was committing adultery.
“Girl, please, he’s been in the music industry since you met him like ten years ago. It turned out that all he did was hand out flyers for Diddy.” Onyjie hiked up her black and white grapic print a-line skirt and parked a quarter of her thigh on my desk.
“Make yourself at home,” I offered sliding the laptop out of the way. “All that street team stuff is in the past. Now he’s the boss. He runs Down Low Records.”
Onyjie shrugged her shoulders and shook her pepper colored pin curls, “Never heard of it. If and I stress the word if this is a legitimate recording company what do you think is going to happen—you cut a demo and then you’re going to blow up.”
I lowered my head and focused my eyes on a nick in my new desk to hide my smile. Was I being naïve in thinking that a chance encounter with my former lover was the key to living my dreams? Well, he wasn’t quite a lover Quincy was more like the love you-leave you-then-love you again type.
Catching onto my quiet contemplation or my poor avoidance tactics Onyjie forcefully snapped my laptop shut, “You better let the past remain in the past.”
“You’re acting like I went and hired a private eye,” I said swatting Onyjie’s hand off my laptop and popping it back open. “I bumped into him at Nate’s school.”
“Yeah, and Eve bumped into Satan in the garden while she was picking up lunch.” Onyjie folded her arms and the corners of her mouth into a scowl at the same time. “Don’t be no fool, girl.”
© 2014 Nigeria Lockley