Curves & Alphas: A Paranormal Box Set: (BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) by Willow Brooks Read Free Book Online Page A

said. He always told me that every job needs doing, so the servant and the rich businessman have equal value. Of course, he was a servant—“ he suddenly left off, as if he’d said too much.
     
    “So, your father is gone then?” I inquired with a soft voice
     
    “For some years now,” he answered.
     
    “Mine, too. Just a few years now, but I lost my mother when I was only eleven. I know the pain, but we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. I can see where you got your intelligence, though. I’m still just blown away by your lyrics, the emotional depth, the real compassion for the plights of your fellow man, the wisdom men your age don’t typically possess. My own grandfather never had such wise words to impart as one of your songs did tonight... Sorry, I’m rambling.”
     
    “No, I’m enjoying your insights. I’m truly touched by how much you enjoyed my songs. Most people tend to not get me. They like the band, the style of music, but I’ve been told quite a few times to lighten up on the lyrics. Apparently I depress people and shit. Some smartass member of the band once gave me a cartoon that his sister drew of a guy slicing his wrists with the caption of having heard one to many Lex Roberts’ songs. They found it wildly amusing.”
     
    “Seriously? I find it sick. I can’t imagine anyone complaining about what you write, what you do. In fact, I’d say I felt like you more got me, like at times you spoke just to me, words I needed to hear so desperately. Anyway, it’s just that, as I said, each song made me think,” I mumbled before taking a big bite of my pizza to shut myself up.
     
    “Thank you. That means a lot to me. To know I had an impact on you, that you understand the messages I feel compelled to put out there, well... oddly, I don’t have the words at the moment to describe what I’m feeling. Sorry. Doesn’t happen often. I told you that you were a distraction.  Anyway, tell me more about yourself. What do you like to do outside of the obviously necessary evil of your job?”
     
    I chewed, then swallowed hard. Taking a sip of beer first, I grew conscious that his eyes never left my face. I had a good rack, a perk of being full-figured, but he looked at my face, right into my eyes as if searching for my soul. Touched, I shocked myself when the following words flowed out of my mouth like an erupting volcano that had been dormant for centuries.
     
    “Well, I love to read. I’m a real bookworm. I’ll read any book I can get my hands on. The librarian here in town knows me on a first name basis. But honestly, my true passion is writing. I’ve done it for years, secretly that is…”
     
    “Really?” He asked not hiding his surprise.
     
    “What, you don’t think me capable?”
     
    “Shit, no, not at all, it’s just…it’s just that we are both writers then. I didn’t expect to have so much in common with you. Tell me more about your writing since you’ve already heard about all of mine.”
     
    “Um, well…” I stumbled, unsure now that I couldn’t take the admission back.
     
    “Oh, don’t clam up on me now, word girl,” he prompted.
     
    “There isn’t much to tell,” I admitted. “Secretly, for years, I’ve written short stories, fearing I couldn’t get through writing a whole novel. Though I wish desperately that I could. I have boxes of stories from before my laptop days, and stored files of them now. Not a soul has ever read a one of them, so I’ve no idea if I’m even good or not. But I love it. And, I keep my crappy job because it’s nine to five. Then I’m free to write. I couldn’t survive without it. Sorry to burden you with all of this.”
     
    “Burden me? What kind of word is that to describe what you just told me? I’m honored to be the first to know.”
     
    “Do people often bare their soul to you? Maybe it’s a symptom of feeling like you’ve bared yours to them with your songs?” I questioned, and then bit my lip