Business of Love

A woman in the business of love that’s never been in a real relationship. Check. That’s me. Nessa Night. Now I know what you’re thinking. That sounds like a stripper name. Hold up. Let me explain. It’s my radio talk-show name. My incognito way of helping the world love deeper and more often. Though my love life is like a 10-year-old fall leaf trapped between the pages of an old journal.

I’ve never walked down the aisle, but I get paid to stand beside it. Why, I’m a wedding planner is beyond me. Oh, yeah. I love the pretty dresses, the food, the glamour, and glitz. Getting dressed up and owning the night, though I always go home alone. It’s a weird setup. Being in business is all I’ve ever wanted, and yet, the one I chose depresses me beyond belief. 

Can’t find love? Good. I’m your guy. I mean, not your guy per se, but the guy to find you the love of your life. I’m the best damn matchmaker there ever was. Except when it comes to my own life. Why bother? I’m too busy setting up other couples and enjoying success anyway. 

Want the most romantic honeymoon experience you can get? I’m your gal. Unfortunately, it isn’t by experience that I know these things. Love doesn’t come easily to an overworked type-A planner who manages romance at the most luxurious resort in the Virgin Islands. I have far too many boxes to check to be checking out anything but forms, schedules, and rose petals. For the longest time, my career has been my ultimate dream and filled me up. Love was for others who needed a partner in life to get by, but not me. Until a class-A hottie shows up and knocks me off my feet—literally.

How in the world can someone tell a million romance tales and not have love? But then, like in chapter 20 in a good book, it happens. She walks up while I’m deep in thought and bam! It was a dimly lit bar and a rainy night. As soon as I laid eyes on her, a muse formed in my mind, and I had to talk to her. What? I’m a romance writer. Cut me some slack! Little did I know, though I should have, she rocked my world in ways I couldn’t create on paper or otherwise. She’d been with a lot of Mr. Wrongs, but maybe, just maybe, it was time for her to find Mr. Write.