Black Lilith: Book One (Black Lilith #1) (27 page)

Mikayla kisses Logan on the chin, ignoring Slate’s pointed “
Ew, feelings
,” and gives him a smile of thanks. He’s managed to diffuse the situation at least, even though Tommy still looks upset about it. He’s muttering under his breath, loud enough for everyone at the table and probably half the restaurant to hear.

“Probably some glorified poet with a man bun and a goatee. That’s what we’re getting. A fucking goatee.”

Mikayla looks over his shoulder when she sees movement and suppresses a grin. Their lyricist has arrived. She knows the face and the name.

Tommy, oblivious, keeps going, “If he tries to rhyme
‘moon’
and
‘June’
I’m going to fuckin quit, I don’t care what you say. He probably only drinks herbal tea and eats quinoa.”

A mellow, Irish voice speaks up, “Well, in my defense, quinoa is pretty delicious.”

Mikayla couldn’t have planned it better if she tried. Tommy swivels around like he’s been shocked, grabbing the table because his movement nearly overbalances him. Both Dash and Slate’s mouths fall open as they stare at the person standing behind Tommy.

The woman is tall and lean with an elfin chin and wild blonde hair. Her lips rest in the permanent pout of a woman who’s trained herself to ward off unwanted attention, and her light green shirt hangs on her body in a way that’s tight enough to show off her figure and loose enough to seem casual. Mikayla sees a light of humor in her gray eyes, though the rest of her face gives off a standoffish air.

No one speaks for a moment. The men are too busy staring, and Mikayla is trying not to laugh. Then the woman steps up to Tommy, still seated at the table with his half-finished ice-cream, and holds out her hand.

“Sersha Walsh,” she says, in a falsely polite tone. “I’m your new lyricist.

Logan leans over to whisper in Mikayla’s ear, “You’re evil.”

“I couldn’t resist. It’s not my fault Tommy just assumed the lyricist would be a guy.”

Tommy is staring at the woman, apparently halfway between kicking himself and continuing his tirade. He gives her a slow once-over and Mikayla notices the melancholy tilt in his lips slowly give way to bewilderment.

“Oh, fuck,” he says.

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Hazel Jacobs
is a passionate fan of romance novels and a crazy fan of rock and roll. Never trained as a writer, she began creative writing as a hobby. That quickly evolved into a mission to pen a novel that brings a new generation of readers into the wild realm of loud music and total passion.