I’m Bishop… Bishop Love. I haven’t written a new song in four years. My label has me by the balls to come up with my next project by the end of this tour. If I don’t produce, I’m going to be in deep shit. Fuck it! Maybe it’s my time… or maybe not.
When she walks into the greasy diner in her red bottoms, looking completely out of place, the music comes rushing back. I have a note for every curve that catches my eye. I want her.
My life is falling apart and I don’t know what I’m going to do. I shouldn’t be starting over like this, but one asshole has turned my life upside down and I’m heading home with my tail between my legs. That is until the fine ass, Bishop Love sits across from me.
He doesn’t know me, but he offers me just what I need. He says he wants me to be his muse, but his eyes say something different. I shouldn’t mix business with pleasure. I know better. But he sets me on fire with just one look. I want him.
Every song I sing is a love note to her. Every word he sings draws me closer. I’ll sing until I have her surrender because Saga is mine it all ends with her.