Woman on her Tablet




Taking a step back, “Why are we here?”

She spaces her words in the tempo of a slow clap. I hate that shit. I ain’t dumb or deaf.

“For you to cool the fuck down. Then for you to learn, maybe train,” I snap.

“Okay, a few days…a few weeks, or-”

“For as long as it takes,” I add.

Ah, there’s the Monàe I know. Look at her. Eyes narrowing, head at a tilt, giving me that, ‘I know you just didn’t say’- pissy ass stare. I glance quickly around because I know for what’s coming, I’m going to need room.

“A prison. All that preaching and promising about this happening, and now you want to lock me up!”
Alright freeze the frame. I know what you’re thinking,... That’s messed up. How could Keagan do that to her?!

Yeah, make me out to be the bad guy. It didn’t take long for me to start suffering from making a bad call. Then just when I thought things could not get worse, here Monàe comes back, surprising me and finding Mariposa under our roof, and in the same room with me.

I know I’m not perfect, but I swear I ain’t never done so much dirty to warrant the way life is kicking me in the balls. Add to the mix Tashia’s scheming constantly causing shit to come my way. Now, thanks to her, an old friend is dragging me, Sloan, and Monàe into another case. I wanna tell Agent LeRoy get lost, but…

I glance at the file dangling in LeRoy's hand. Without asking, he flips it open to begin placing the crime scene photos out in a neat row. It takes a moment for me to look up, locking gazes with LeRoy.

"Why waste my time showing me crap I've..." I slow my rant as I read the time date stamp on the photos. "How-"

"How can we be looking back into the past when you and I pumped the deranged fucker with led? This isn't dejavu...and I can prove it. Listen, I don't care...you don't have to tell me shit or break it all down. All I know is I need help. I had to call in favors just to find you, but me and...certain people that will remain un-named know we need you. Are you going to help me?"

“Did you review the file?” I ask Sloan.

“No,” he replies.

“Come on,” I signal for him to come closer, “the Piranha is back.”



This life, this so called “Gift” of immortality comes with a price... To be haunted by Mattheu; A vile evil creature who's not wanting to accept her refusal to be his eternal mate. After losing countless lovers at his jealous hands, Kidra decides to take no one to her bed. So many years have passed, and nothing has changed. Kidra, even as a renowned concert pianist, wanted and loved by everyone, requested by royal courts and a queen herself in her own village in Africa, can never have any peace or to the body melting touch of a man.

Not wanted to be like her father and loathing the fact that this life was not of her own choosing, keeps her distance from the one person that can help her, the King of The Night, Dracula. That is until she meets Micheal. So strange that something so small as car trouble can change her life. From the moment he crosses her threshold, he awakes a desire for love that has anciently slept within her. It's the spark to ignites the fires of defiance. If she has to, Kidra will claim Micheal as her eternal mate, if he will have her. If he accepts her kiss of immortality, it will force Kidra to become the one thing she has hated to become; Dracula’s daughter with a promise to end Mattheu.



“Listen Scot, you are my secret weapon this year. For once in my life your overly good looks are going to pay off for me. I am going to strategically place you in the front row in her direct line of sight. Hence you stun her into an almost catatonic state while I swoop in for the kill!"

"That's your plan Taylor? Well although I think I am offended, I'm only going along so I can once again clean up the mess Ms. Collins will leave once, she's trounced you. Also, to get a look at this Sophia Collins."

When he turned his gaze to Sophia, he thought his heart stopped. Once more she was staring directly into his eyes. He appeared to have acquired tunnel vision and all sound had been sucked out of the concert hall. He felt as though he had been pinned to his seat by her beautiful gaze. She had shoulder-length hair that accentuated her perfectly heart shape face. Her skin was a perfect shade of Carmel he had ever seen. Those lips! He could see his entire future in those lips.

A school debate changes the lives of Sophia Collins and Scottland James for the better. The begin a love journey that some will agree with, and others will try and put an end to. Through it all Sophia and Scottland hold on to each other and recall it all as, 'A Special Time" 



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