Please welcome M.J. Kane to my blog as she discusses one of her favorite scenes from her latest release, Nobody’s Business.
My Favorite Scene
As an author, the joy of writing comes from listening to my characters as they not only introduce themselves to me, but also to each other. Every now and then a funny quirk, dumb decision, or comment leads to a scene that makes me laugh every time….and okay, maybe a little bit of real life experiences from myself or others around me has something to do with it to. J
In NOBODY’S BUSINESS, one of my favorite scenes comes when Trevon Campbell is invited to stay as Kai Malone is making dinner. While he is on his way to becoming the General Manager of an Applebee’s restaurant and has years of experience in the food industry, that doesn’t mean he is an experienced cook!
“Hey, it’s about time you got here. Justin and I were going to start without you.” Kai stepped aside and let me enter her apartment.
“Daddy!” Justin ran up to me, arms raised, fingers grasping the air.
“Hey, little man.” I picked him up and kissed his cheek. “Start what?” I peered around Justin’s head as he hugged my neck.
“Peeza!” Justin yelled in my ear.
“Whoa there,” I pulled back and tickled his belly. “Peeza? What’s that?”
Kai laughed as she walked by and rubbed Justin’s head. “He means pizza. We were about to make one.”
“Oh.” I followed her to the kitchen. “So I take it I have to say for dinner?”
She shot me a look over her shoulder. “Unless you’ve got other plans?”
“No, not at all.” I studied the spread on the table. Onions, bell peppers, shredded cheese, a can of spaghetti sauce, pepperoni slices, and pizza crust. I glanced around the kitchen. “Where’s the box?”
Kai looked at me as if I was an idiot. “I’m making homemade pizza.”
“Homemade pizza? Wow.”
Kai laughed, then sat down at the table and pulled the cutting board and the nearest ingredient to be chopped before her.
I sat down across from her with Justin in my lap.
She placed a bell pepper on the cutting board and began to chop it into circular pieces. “I take it your mother didn’t make it this way?”
“My mom cooked big, extravagant meals, you know, down home Southern cooking. I was at the dinner table, not in the kitchen. I left my sisters to have that fun.”
Kai stopped chopping and pointed the knife in my direction. “Hold on, you mean you manage a major eating establishment, but don’t cook?”
“Manage; operative word in the sentence.” I grinned.
Kai cracked up. Justin, who had no idea what the big fuss was about, laughed too.
I joined in. “Hey, somebody’s got to make sure the line cooks, chef, and wait staff stay on the ball. Plus, I cut the checks.”
“But still, what do you eat?” She wiped the corners of her eyes.
It was a pleasure to see her laugh that hard.
“Applebee’s and other places.”
Her expression went from laughter to serious. “What do you feed Justin? You said he has certain dietary needs. He can’t just eat Applebee’s every night.”
“He doesn’t. I didn’t say I can’t cook…I’m just not that good at it.”
Kai shook her head. “You need more help than I thought. Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. Justin,” she sat the knife down and stood. “Do you want to watch another movie?”
“Yes!” He jumped from my lap and went straight for Kai’s outstretched hand.
“Traitor,” I mumbled, then laughed.
I watched as they walked out of the kitchen, hand-in-hand, and tried my best not to feel like the world’s worst dad.
I knew what Justin’s dietary needs were. My workplace wasn’t the only place I purchased fast food from. There were several soul food restaurants on my speed dial. I made sure he had the best mixture of fruits and vegetables, along with protein.
But, Kai had a point. I couldn’t keep doing this.
Times like this made me contemplate packing up everything and moving back to Charlotte. I needed my mother. She would make sure Justin had everything he needed.
The problem was his doctors were here. My job was here.
Trina’s family he’d known since birth was here.
I was on my own.
Kai returned. “Come on. Cooking Lesson 101; how to make homemade pizza.” She grabbed the cutting board, knife, and the bell pepper she’d been cutting. “Grab the rest of it, will you?”
I did as instructed and found myself standing beside her at the counter.
“I feel stupid for asking this, but do you know how to chop?” She looked up at me.
It had been a long time since we stood this close together. I forgot how tall she was. Her head stopped just short of my shoulder.
“You take a knife and you slice stuff up. Simple. Who doesn’t know that?”
A smile spread on her face as she shook her head. “Show me.” She handed me the knife, handle first.
I felt like an idiot, but did it anyway. When I was done, Kai had laughter in her eyes, but not so much in her voice.
“Trevon, you just massacred an innocent vegetable. That was horrible.”
I looked down at my handiwork. “Okay, I don’t know how to chop like the chefs on TV, but it’s cut up, right?”
Kai shook her head and let the laugh she’d been holding out. “Thank God you don’t make love the way you use a knife.”
My attention went directly to her face, which grew crimson after her comment.
“Sorry. My point is, you need to approach food preparation the same way you’d approach sex; with passion. Understand?”
I scratched my head and tried to ignore the visual that came to mind. Kai on top of me, my hands on her hips as I pushed up inside of her. Long silky strands of jet black hair brushing my chest as she leaned down and our mouths met…
That same silky hair now rested in a neat bun on top of her head.
I gripped the edge of the counter top to keep from reaching out to touch it.
“Trevon?” Kai looked at me with a puzzled expression.
I blinked. “Huh? Oh, yeah, right. Cook with passion. Got it.”
She removed the outer layers of an onion and placed in on the cutting board. “Try again.”
I grasped the onion. The thing was large and filled my fingers completely. I held it in place. Kai took my hand that held the knife and lined it up over the onion. The contact sent an image of her hand on mine when her breast had been in my hand. The soft, yet firm weight of it. The texture. The taste.
I sliced through it, cutting it in half, then looked at Kai. A smile was on her face, so I assumed I did well. I repeated the process over and over until there was nothing but small chunks left.
“Much better.” She was genuinely pleased.
Satisfied, I ran a hand over my brow. “Oh, shit!”
“What’s wrong?” Kai’s hand was on my arm.
“I got onion juice in my eye!” I blinked rapidly, trying to aid the natural tears raining down to clear out my tear ducts.
“Here, sit down.” She guided me to the nearest chair. “I’ve got saline drops in my purse. Hold on.” She disappeared, and was back in a flash.
Could I make myself look more inadequate?
“Hold still.” Kai leaned over, spreading my eyelid open, then dropping the solution in the affected eye.
I shut my eyes and hung my head down, trying my best to resist the urge to rub it again with my onion infected hands. “Damn, that hurts.”
“Why on earth would you wipe your face when you haven’t washed your hands yet?” She laughed her disbelief.
I blinked, then blinked again. The burning sensation in my eye took a second seat to the awareness of Kai’s body between my legs.
She wore shorts, while I had on a pair of dress slacks, yet I could feel the heat from her body as it radiated against my leg. For a moment I was transported back to my bed and the way our bodies had rocked and bucked against one another. The mindless need to feel her again begged for me to pull her into my lap.
Kai cleared her throat and stepped back breaking the connection. “Better?”
“Yeah.” I leaned forward and started to rub my eye again, but she grabbed my arm and led me to the sink.
She squirted dish liquid in my hand; I scrubbed furiously. When done, I turned to see she’d returned to chopping the remaining toppings for the pizza.
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Trevon Campbell’s world changed the moment his ex-girlfriend announced he was a father. Determined to make up for his past mistakes, he gives Trina what she wanted before their breakup, what feels like his soul, which means forgetting the woman he had a one-night stand with, the woman who stole his heart.
Kai Malone doesn’t want to play by her family’s rules. Instead of working for the family business, she became a firefighter. Being a female of multicultural descent, working in a field dominated by men, Kai focuses on her job to ignore the infidelity of her fiancé. Tired of his deceit, she gave in to a one-night stand with a complete stranger, someone she’d never have to see again…or so she thought.
When tragedy strikes, their worlds collide, leaving them no choice but to deal with each other again. It doesn’t take long for them to realize the attraction that brought them together the first time is stronger than ever, forcing Trevon to make the biggest decision of his life.
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About the Author:
M.J. Kane stumbled into writing. An avid reader, this once stay at home mom never lost the overactive imagination of an only child. As an adult she made up stories, though never shared them, to keep herself entertained. It wasn’t until surviving a traumatic medical incident in 2006 that she found a reason to let the characters inhabiting her imagination free. Upon the suggestion of her husband, she commandeered his laptop and allowed the characters to take life. It was that, or look over her shoulder for men caring a purple strait jacket. And the rest, as they say, is history.
No longer a television addict, if M.J. isn’t reading a book by one of her favorite authors, she’s battling with her creative muse to balance writing and being a wife and mother. She resides in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia with her high school sweetheart, four wonderful children, and four pit bulls. During the day, MJ is a librarian, in her spare time she is director of a local writer’s group, or online connecting with readers and other authors. Other activities she enjoys include: creating custom floral arrangements, assisting her children in their creative pursuits of music and art, and supporting her husband’s music production business, 3D Sounds.
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