Spin My Love (My Love #1)
Chantal Fernando
Acknowledgements
Thank you to my sister, Tenielle, for your help with this book... Love you infinity.
Thank you to Ari for your friendship, wise words and help with anything and everything. I don’t know what I would do without you. You really are one of a kind and one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met in my life.
Thank you to my beta readers: Kara, Kimberly, Stephanie, Rose and Tash. You guys! Thank you so much! Most of the time I send you my work last-minute and you always make the time to help me. I appreciate it more than you know.
Rachel Brookes, THANK YOU so very much for your help and for always being there for me. I know you are busy so I appreciate the time you took to give me feedback.
JC Emery, my sprinting buddy! Thanks for your words of encouragement and our daily chats.
Forever Me Romance, you are so much more than a blog to me. You’re family. Love and appreciate all the work you do for me. Thank you girls so very much. Rose and Tash I adore you both.
To all the blogs that shared my work, or helped promote me in any way—thank you!
And to my readers, thank you so much for your support.
Dedication
Tenielle,
My baby sister,
My best friend,
My partner-in-crime,
My hero,
This one is for you.
Prologue
Giselle
The music is pumping but instead of being lost in it, my eyes are on him: Tane Miller. This is the first time I’ve seen him five years.
I’m excited and nervous at the same time. If he really wanted to see me, he would have come home like he’d promised. But he didn’t—and I’m here tonight to find out why.
Almost two hours of effort went into my look for the night. I tried to tell myself that it was for me, but I knew that I hoped to impress him. My jet-black hair is ironed straight, teased on top to give it some volume. My fringe slides across my forehead, almost covering one of my smoky, blue eyes. I’m wearing a slinky royal-blue dress, which reaches just above my knees and makes my eyes pop. My tattoos are all fully showcased tonight, the half sleeve down my left arm, and the red bows I have on the back of each of my thighs. The bow tattoos look like they are on black garter belts. It’s a sexy look—or so I’ve been told.
I’ve changed a lot during the last few years. I’ve lost weight, my hair is a different colour and style, and I have mastered the art of applying makeup. More than that, more than the tattoos and other physical differences, I feel like a new woman on the inside. I’m more confident, and I know who I am.
At the end of his set, I make my way closer to the DJ booth, hoping to get his attention. I know he recognises me when his pale-green eyes instantly zoom in, oblivious to the other women around me vying for his attention. He’s a sexy man. He’s dressed in all black, and it looks good on him. His tall build is slightly leaner than I remember, and his dark-brown hair is longer, almost down to his chin.
It suits him.
A lot.
There is something different about him, though. His eyes contain something they didn’t all those years ago. They are harder, colder.
I don’t know what to make of it.
When he heads in my direction, I forget my train of thought. There are a few things I need to say to him—what I came here to tell him. Things I need to get off my chest. I open my mouth to say something to him as he gets closer, but as soon as I’m within reach he pulls me into him, fusing his mouth with mine. He tastes like mint and whiskey, and his lips are firm and demanding. This kiss is different than the ones he gave me all those years ago. I lose all common sense.
This is Tane, after all.
He pulls back and stares into my eyes, his now filled with desire mixed with a hazy look.
“Come with me,” he commands, his voice deeper and huskier than I remember. He puts his hand on the small of my back and leads me outside the hotel club. We step into an elevator, but we aren’t alone. I’m about to talk to him when his phone rings. He answers it, and I listen to his deep voice, greedily taking in the sound of it. He hangs up the phone as we exit the elevator and walk to his suite. I feel a little nervous. Why hasn’t he said anything? The Tane I knew would have bombarded me with questions about Gage and Levi and would have asked how I have been all this time.
But I get nothing from him.
Before I can ask him why, his mouth is on mine once again.
Thoughts forgotten, I close my eyes and feel, savouring the moment. I can’t believe I’m here right now. After all the dreaming, hoping, and wanting, Tane is finally in my arms.
Right where he belongs.
He starts to slowly undress me, and I do the same for him. He’s a little thinner than I remember, but his body is still strong, lithe. He pushes me down on the bed, mouth still on mine as I hold onto him, wanting and needing him closer.
We make love frantically, roughly. He thrusts into me whilst kissing my neck, my shoulders, my lips, paying attention to every part of me. Afterwards I lay my head on his chest, falling asleep with a small grin on my face.
I’ll talk to him when I wake up.
That is my last thought.
*****
I smile when I wake up, feeling sated and satisfied, but then frown when my arm reaches out for Tane to find the other side of the bed cold and empty.