The Day Job...

Layers…there’s more to Brian than just his good looks and a guitar... Excerpt: Brian “Hey, Brian, we’re done over here. Is there anything else?” My cousin, Dylan, waved for my attention. I cut off the weed whacker to appraise Dylan and Peter’s work, inhaling the smell of freshly cut grass. They did a good job clearing the yard of all the clippings. The decision to hire my young cousins for the summer paid off. Letting them handle the grunt work left me to handle the finer details, like trimming the edges of my clients’ professionally landscaped flowerbeds. I loved to work, but after spending the weekend playing late night gigs with my band, sleeping in on Monday would have been my preference, except my bills made it impossible. Besides, laziness of any kind was not in my nature. “No, we’re done. Take the bags to the curb.” I wiped the back of my gloved hand over my brow to keep the sweat dripping down from stinging my eyes. Dylan nodded before passing the message to his brother. I removed the weed whacker’s carrying strap from around my neck, placed it in the bed of the truck, and then reached into the semi-melted ice in the cooler to retrieve a bottle of Gatorade. The liquid saturated my parched mouth. “Heads up.” I tossed them both a bottle. They murmured their thanks before leaning against the tailgate. “Man it’s hot,” Peter said. “How many yards have we done today?” Dylan laughed. “This is the fifth one, bro.” Peter turned to me for confirmation. I nodded and threw my empty bottle into the truck bed, adding to last week’s collection of bottles to be recycled. “Man, how did I forget that?” Peter mumbled. “Because your mind is still stuck three jobs ago,” Dylan teased. Peter continued to have a look of awe on his face. I chuckled. If he got this flustered at the sight of three grown women lounging topless poolside, he was going to be dumbstruck when attending his first frat party in college. I remembered my time spent in college. Somehow, I managed to discover my independence without screwing up too much along the way. Hot women always found their way into my dorm room once they learned I was in a band. A year after joining Diverse Nation, I got over the hype and focused on my craft instead. Being a member taught me discipline and kept me grounded with my eyes on the prize when it came to my career. Music was my life. Cutting grass made it possible to pay the bills until my career took off. #### - From A Heart Not Easily Broken (A Butterfly Memoir), Chapter 2 Ebony Campbell is a smart, sexy career-oriented black woman who wants nothing more than a summer fling with a man who challenges her mind and body. What she doesn’t expect is Brian Young, a blond-haired, blue-eyed bass player to step up to the challenge. Despite negative reactions, their fling develops into a deep relationship, and Ebony discovers juggling love, family, and career are nothing compared to the ultimate betrayal she endures. Now her dreams spiral into lies and secrets that threaten her future and the trust of those she loves. Buy now! Amazon Nook Kobo Google Play iBook Smashwords Be sure to follow my website, newsletter, and connect with me on BookBub in order to stay in the loop for contests, giveaways, and sneak peeks of other works to come! -MJ #MJKane #MJKaneMedia #TheButterflyMemoirs #Writing #Life #Books #Authors #NewReleases #Blogging #Bloggers #Blog #AHeartNotEasilyBroken #Jaded #Shattered #SundayBlogShare