She Touched My Soul by Naleighna Kai
Inspiration will always come when you need it most…
Michael “Magic” Arrington’s sudden fame and startling climb up the music charts skyrocketed him into the world of Hollywood glitz and glamour. While all was exciting and wonderful at the beginning, the shady undertakings of the music business caused his life to take a downward spiral, ultimately separating him from his family and his hold on reality. Then he met Maya.
Maya Gervais has completely distanced herself from her past, even going as far as changing her identity to protect her from the one man who wants her dead. She is a civic-minded lawyer who champions for clients who are victims of domestic violence and sexual abuse. So trusting someone enough to fall in love was never a consideration, especially since it could cost her much more than she was willing to give.
After the two have a chance meeting at a concert, a daring escape leads to an exploration of pain and pleasure that sets them both on the path to healing and an into an unlikely romance. However, the path to blissful happiness is never an easy one, as they both have their own demons to confront, including Michael’s jealous manager and Maya’s reluctance to deal with things she would rather forget.
She Touched My Soul is a gripping, engaging novel of loss, love, and everything in between.
From the Author
It is my hope that readers will enjoy taking this journey with Mykal and Maya. It was a healing time for me as well. I hope that something in She Touched My Soul will make you laugh, cry, and feel moments of peace, joy or triumph. If there is something within these pages that will start you on your own personal journey toward healing, peace and love, then my work here is done.
Reviews: She Touched My Soul
Crystal Baltimore . . .
This book touched my soul!!! OMG!!! This was such a good book!!! I absolutely loved It! The show of faith and redemption in the midst of adversity really hit home. Thank you so very much for this book of clarity and a wonderful story of faith and love.
Edwina Putney of Cilla’s Book Maniacs . . .
This book touched my soul, just as it touched those of the main characters. It is, in my opinion, the best book that author Naleighna Kai has written to date. I was gifted a print copy of She Touched My Soul and it was one of the best book choices that could have been made for me, and I highly recommend it to all.
What can I say about an amazing book that is about the journey two people take to finding a true relationship through sacrificial love and giving, spirit-based counseling, and the help of true friends. It is the story of Michael “Magic” Arrington, a successful singer, and Maya Gervais, a successful lawyer. Both have succeeded in spite of tortured pasts at the hands of the very people who should have protected them. They’ve also loved and lost those true loves, have moved on in life in two different ways: Michael through a series of highly-visible, yet meaningless hookups; and Maya through a recreated life dedicated to being a good parent and providing legal representation and refuge for women who are victims of abuse. They have so much in common in their past childhood experiences, and so much love, focus, and purpose to give each other. I was especially impressed by Michael, because of his gentle, compassionate handling of Maya, which was counter to his usual behavior towards women. But it showed that when two individuals are meant for each other, even the manipulations of evil-doers won’t prevail in the end.
Excerpt of She Touched My Soul
Michael banged on the keyboard, the sour chord bringing everyone to an abrupt halt. “Come on, people. Get it together. What’s wrong with y’all today?”
Three background singers huffed and folded their arms across their buxom chests. One by one, the band laid down their instruments, shooting furious glares his way.
Hairs on the back of Michael’s neck stood at military attention. The air crackled with anger. Something was off. Way off. “Break time, people. Let’s take five.”
“How about ten?” Monique shot back. “Somebody here”—she cocked her head at Michael—“needs it more than others.”
A grumble of consent followed.
“All right, ten it is,” Michael conceded on a weary note.
No one moved an inch. He scanned the range of expressions. His band, his singers, his concert—but they were waiting for him to leave? He grumbled to no one and to everyone, “Ain’t that a—”
“I thought you didn’t use that word,” Monique challenged. Tracy nudged her to a reluctant silence.
Michael slid off of the leather stool and escaped the stage. Fuming and annoyed, he made quick work of the stairs. With a stiff nod to the engineers, he passed the sound booth and kept it moving. The glass lobby doors leading to the street couldn’t open fast enough.
Outside, Michael turned his face up to the sun gracing the clear sky. Rain seemed likely earlier, but the clouds had passed, leaving the promise of a beautiful summer night to come. Eyes closed, he let the warm rays flow over him like a tropical waterfall, pushing all thoughts of unhappiness to the back of his mind.
“Back to work,” he grumbled. That signaled his feet to move but didn’t necessarily get his mind in gear. Michael trudged toward the lobby of the Park West and came to a sudden stop. A woman stood near the entrance with her eyes closed. He watched the gentle swaying of her body—the rhythm, the flow. She moved in time to the music. Actually the mystery lady did a better job of staying on beat than his band. That thought split his face with a smile.
Something made him walk in her direction. “Hey, what’s up?” When he didn’t get an answer, he touched her and she flinched. Soft brown eyes opened, narrowing as she peered up at him. He repeated his greeting.
“Nothing much,” she said before closing her eyes again.
Navy stilettos made her stand about three inches shy of his height. Straight hair fell sensually past her shoulders. Simple makeup highlighted her honey crème skin. The casual navy pantsuit and form-fitting white blouse shouted corporate woman instead of groupie. Michael’s eagle eyes detected killer curves beneath the outfit. She was sexy and voluptuous—all woman. A man holding her would know that he was wrapped around a package of dynamite. Read the rest of this entry »