Date: October 1997
Location: Country Music Awards, Nashville
Connection: AEG Nashville is scouting a crossover country tour.
Shania and Faith are backstage, trading barbs in rhinestones and fire.
Alexander arrives as the deciding vote on who headlines.
"Why choose," he says. "Let the Queen be a duet."
The tension turns into sparks — and a proposal neither expected.
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Backstage at the 1997 CMAs, rhinestones clashed louder than guitars.
Shania Twain leaned against a mirror, legs crossed, confidence dialed to eleven. Faith Hill, in glittering white fringe, adjusted her earrings like they were armor. The room crackled — too much fame, too little space.
They were both up for everything. Vocalist. Album. Entertainer.
And one headlining slot on AEG Nashville's upcoming crossover mega-tour.
Faith glanced over. "So, how's it feel being the pop princess at a country ball?"
Shania smirked. "Better than being the prom queen with perfect pitch and no fire."
An assistant whispered that _he_ had arrived.
Alexander Kaine stepped in, cool as Tennessee whiskey. Black suit, no tie. His presence settled the room like a key sliding into a lock.
Neither woman moved. They didn't need to. He'd already seen them.
"You've both built empires," he said. "One with steel. One with silk."
They waited.
"I'm here to choose," he continued. "But that's the mistake, isn't it?"
Shania narrowed her eyes. Faith tilted her head.
"There's no crown if you split it," he said. "So we don't. We make one stage. Two thrones. One tour. A duet."
Silence.
Then Faith laughed — slow, surprised. "A duet?"
Shania looked at him, truly looked. "Who opens?"
"You both do," he replied. "With your backs turned. Spotlights crossing like swords. The world won't breathe until you do."
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That night, they shared a toast in a corner of the afterparty.
"You planned this," Shania said.
"No," Alexander replied. "I heard it."
"Heard what?" Faith asked.
He smiled. "The moment country stopped being polite — and became legend."
Two women. One stage. A deal sealed in rhinestones and revolution.
And Alexander, the quiet kingmaker, already dreaming up the world tour logo.
Backstage at the 1997 CMAs, rhinestones clashed louder than guitars.
Shania Twain leaned against a mirror, legs crossed, confidence dialed to eleven. Faith Hill, in glittering white fringe, adjusted her earrings like they were armor. The room crackled — too much fame, too little space.
They were both up for everything. Vocalist. Album. Entertainer.
And one headlining slot on AEG Nashville's upcoming crossover mega-tour.
Faith glanced over. "So, how's it feel being the pop princess at a country ball?"
Shania smirked. "Better than being the prom queen with perfect pitch and no fire."
An assistant whispered that _he_ had arrived.
Alexander Kaine stepped in, cool as Tennessee whiskey. Black suit, no tie. His presence settled the room like a key sliding into a lock.
Neither woman moved. They didn't need to. He'd already seen them.
"You've both built empires," he said. "One with steel. One with silk."
They waited.
"I'm here to choose," he continued. "But that's the mistake, isn't it?"
Shania narrowed her eyes. Faith tilted her head.
"There's no crown if you split it," he said. "So we don't. We make one stage. Two thrones. One tour. A duet."
Silence.
Then Faith laughed — slow, surprised. "A duet?"
Shania looked at him, truly looked. "Who opens?"
"You both do," he replied. "With your backs turned. Spotlights crossing like swords. The world won't breathe until you do."
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That night, they shared a toast in a corner of the afterparty.
"You planned this," Shania said.
"No," Alexander replied. "I heard it."
"Heard what?" Faith asked.
He smiled. "The moment country stopped being polite — and became legend."
Two women. One stage. A deal sealed in rhinestones and revolution.
And Alexander, the quiet kingmaker, already dreaming up the world tour logo.
In the quiet suite upstairs, the afterparty noise was a distant hum, a mere whisper compared to the electric tension in the room. Glitter, fringe, and rhinestones lay scattered across the floor, remnants of a night of celebration. Half-empty champagne glasses sat forgotten on a side table, their bubbles long since dissipated. The neon signs outside cast a kaleidoscope of colors through the window, painting the walls with an ethereal glow.
Shania Twain, her eyes sparkling with mischief, was the first to make her move. She stepped closer to Faith Hill, her fingers tracing the delicate curve of Faith's jaw. "You know," she purred, her voice a low, sultry drawl, "I've always wondered what it would be like to kiss you."
Faith, initially taken aback, felt a surge of heat course through her veins. She met Shania's gaze, her eyes reflecting the neon lights. "And what makes you think I'd let you?"
Shania chuckled, a sound that was both playful and provocative. "Because, darling, you've been wanting to for a long time. I can see it in your eyes."
Before Faith could respond, Shania closed the distance between them, her lips pressing firmly against Faith's. The kiss was electric, a spark that ignited a fire within both of them. Faith's hands found Shania's waist, pulling her closer as she deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring with a fervor that matched Shania's.
Alexander Kaine watched from the shadows, his presence commanding yet unobtrusive. He felt the shift in the room, the air thickening with desire. He moved closer, his voice a low rumble. "You two are quite the pair, aren't you?"
Shania broke the kiss, turning to Alexander with a teasing smile. "And what about you, Alexander? Are you going to just watch, or are you going to join us?"
Alexander stepped forward, his eyes locked on Shania. "I think you know the answer to that."
Faith, her breath coming in ragged gasps, reached for the buttons of her dress, her fingers trembling slightly. Shania, with a mischievous grin, helped her, their hands brushing against each other as they slowly undressed. The room filled with the sound of fabric rustling and the soft murmurs of anticipation.
Shania's dress fell to the floor, revealing her curves, while Faith's elegant gown pooled at her feet. They stood before Alexander, their bodies bathed in the neon glow, a vision of raw sensuality.
Alexander approached them, his touch firm and confident. He traced the line of Shania's collarbone, his fingers lingering on the delicate skin before moving to Faith, his touch equally possessive. "You're both exquisite," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Shania, always the one to take control, guided Alexander's hand to her breast, her eyes never leaving his. "Then show us, Alexander. Show us what you can do."
Faith, her inhibitions fading, reached for Shania, her hands roaming over her body with a newfound boldness. They kissed again, their tongues tangling in a dance of passion and hunger. Alexander watched, his breath ragged, before joining them, his hands exploring every curve and contour.
The room filled with the sounds of their desire, the soft moans and whispered words of encouragement. Shania and Faith, once rivals, now moved in perfect sync, their bodies entwined with Alexander's. The night was young, and the possibilities were endless.
The suite was filled with a symphony of desire, the air thick with anticipation. Shania and Faith, their bodies pressed together, explored each other with a fervor that left no inch untouched. Alexander watched, his eyes dark with lust, as the two women moved in a dance of raw, unbridled passion.
Shania, her hands roaming over Faith's curves, traced the line of her spine before cupping her ass, pulling her closer. "You feel so good," she whispered, her voice a husky murmur against Faith's ear. Faith shivered, her breath hitching as Shania's fingers found the sensitive spot between her thighs, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp.
Faith, not to be outdone, returned the favor, her hands exploring Shania's body with a hunger that matched her own. She cupped Shania's breast, her thumb circling the hardened nipple, eliciting a soft moan from the Canadian singer. "You're driving me crazy," Shania breathed, her head falling back as Faith's mouth found her neck, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin.
Alexander, unable to resist any longer, joined them, his hands and mouth finding their way to every exposed inch of skin. He knelt before them, his tongue tracing the line of Faith's thigh before moving to Shania, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
Shania, her body aching with need, pushed Faith gently onto the bed, following her down. She straddled Faith, her hands pinning her wrists above her head as she leaned down to capture her mouth in a searing kiss. Faith arched against her, her body begging for more as Shania's tongue explored her mouth with a fierce intensity.
Alexander, his eyes locked on the scene before him, moved to the foot of the bed, his hands gripping Shania's hips as he pulled her back, his tongue finding the sensitive spot between her thighs. Shania gasped, her body shuddering as he explored her with a skill that left her breathless.
Faith, her body on fire, reached for Shania, her hands roaming over her curves as she kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling in a dance of pure, unadulterated desire. Alexander, his hands and mouth working in tandem, brought Shania to the edge of ecstasy, her body trembling with each stroke of his tongue.
The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the soft moans and whispered words of encouragement echoing off the walls. Shania and Faith, their bodies entwined, moved in perfect sync, their desire for each other a force that left no room for anything else.
Alexander, his body aching with need, joined them on the bed, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of their skin. The night was a blur of passion and pleasure, each touch, each kiss, each caress a testament to the raw, unbridled desire that consumed them all.
The suite was a playground of passion, the air thick with the scent of desire. Shania, her body still trembling from the intense pleasure Alexander had given her, turned her attention to him. With a mischievous grin, she pushed him back onto the bed, her hands roaming over his chiseled chest as she straddled him.
"Your turn, Alexander," she purred, her voice a low, sultry drawl. She leaned down, her lips capturing his in a searing kiss before moving lower, her tongue tracing the line of his jaw, his neck, his collarbone. Alexander's breath hitched, his body tensing with anticipation as she continued her descent.
Shania's hands found the waistband of his pants, her fingers deftly unbuckling the belt before sliding the fabric down, revealing his hard length. She took a moment to admire him, her eyes dark with desire, before leaning down and taking him into her mouth.
Alexander groaned, his hands finding her hair as she began to move, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue swirling around him. She took him deep, her throat relaxing to accommodate his length, her eyes never leaving his as she sucked and licked, her movements slow and deliberate, designed to drive him wild.
Faith, watching the scene unfold, felt a surge of heat course through her veins. She moved closer, her hands roaming over Shania's body as she joined them on the bed. "Let me help," she whispered, her voice a husky murmur as she leaned down to kiss Shania, her tongue exploring her mouth with a fierce intensity.
Shania, her body on fire, reached for Faith, her hands pulling her closer as she continued to pleasure Alexander. Faith, her body aching with need, straddled Alexander's leg, grinding against him as she kissed Shania deeply, their tongues tangling in a dance of pure, unadulterated desire.
Alexander, his body on the verge of explosion, reached for Faith, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her closer, his mouth finding her breast, his tongue circling her hardened nipple. Faith gasped, her body arching against him as he sucked and nipped, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the soft moans and whispered words of encouragement echoing off the walls. Shania, her body trembling with need, continued to deep-throat Alexander, her movements becoming more urgent, more desperate.
Faith, her body on fire, reached for Shania, her hands roaming over her curves as she kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling in a dance of pure, unadulterated desire. The night was a blur of passion and pleasure, each touch, each kiss, each caress a testament to the raw, unbridled desire that consumed them all.
The suite was a symphony of desire, the air thick with the scent of passion and the sounds of ragged breaths and soft moans. Shania and Faith, their bodies slick with sweat, moved in perfect sync, their desire for each other and for Alexander a force that left no room for anything else.
Alexander, his body aching with need, positioned himself between them, his hands roaming over their curves as he kissed each of them deeply, his tongue exploring their mouths with a fierce intensity. Shania, her body trembling with anticipation, straddled Alexander, her hands gripping his shoulders as she lowered herself onto him, her body stretching to accommodate his length.
Faith, her eyes dark with desire, watched as Shania rode Alexander, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. She reached for Shania, her hands roaming over her curves as she leaned down to kiss her, her tongue exploring her mouth with a hunger that matched her own.
Alexander, his body on fire, reached for Faith, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her closer, his mouth finding her breast, his tongue circling her hardened nipple. Faith gasped, her body arching against him as he sucked and nipped, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
With a growl of desire, Alexander lifted Faith, positioning her above Shania, her body aligned with his. He entered her slowly, his length filling her completely, her body stretching to accommodate him. Faith gasped, her head falling back as she began to move, her hips grinding against Alexander's as she rode him, her body on fire.
Shania, her body aching with need, reached for Faith, her hands roaming over her curves as she kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling in a dance of pure, unadulterated desire. The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the soft moans and whispered words of encouragement echoing off the walls.
Alexander, his body on the verge of explosion, moved between them, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of their skin. He thrust into them, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate, as he chased his release. Shania and Faith, their bodies entwined, moved in perfect sync, their desire for each other and for Alexander a force that left no room for anything else.
The night was a blur of passion and pleasure, each touch, each kiss, each caress a testament to the raw, unbridled desire that consumed them all. They moved together, their bodies a tower of ecstasy, their pleasure building to a crescendo that left them breathless and sated.
The suite was a tableau of raw, unbridled desire, the air thick with the scent of sex and the echoes of their shared pleasure. Alexander, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of their intense encounter, lay back on the bed, his eyes dark with satisfaction and a lingering hunger.
Shania and Faith, their bodies glistening with sweat, moved towards him with a shared purpose, their eyes locked on his still-hard length. They exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them, before turning their attention back to Alexander.
Shania, her lips curved into a mischievous smile, leaned down first, her tongue tracing the length of him, her touch light and teasing. She took him into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down, her movements slow and deliberate, designed to drive him wild.
Faith, not to be outdone, joined her, her lips finding the sensitive spot just below the head, her tongue swirling around him as she sucked and licked, her movements matching Shania's rhythm. They worked in tandem, their mouths and tongues exploring every inch of him, their combined efforts leaving Alexander breathless and on the edge of ecstasy.
Alexander looked down at them, his eyes dark with power and desire. He watched as they pleasured him, their heads moving in perfect sync, their mouths and tongues working him over with a skill that left him reeling. He reached down, his hands finding their hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he guided their movements, his touch firm and possessive.
The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the soft moans and whispered words of encouragement echoing off the walls. Shania and Faith, their bodies pressed together, moved in perfect harmony, their desire for each other and for Alexander a force that left no room for anything else.
Alexander, his body on the verge of explosion, thrust his hips up, his length sliding deeper into their mouths, his groans of pleasure filling the air. He watched as they took him deeper, their throats relaxing to accommodate his length, their eyes never leaving his as they sucked and licked, their movements becoming more urgent, more desperate.
The night was a blur of passion and pleasure, each touch, each kiss, each caress a testament to the raw, unbridled desire that consumed them all. Alexander, his body trembling with the force of his release, looked down at the two women, their mouths and tongues working him over with a fervor that left him breathless and sated. He knew, in that moment, that this was just the beginning of a night of endless pleasure and desire.
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An:
with this 1996 is over.
next I will just add 2 or 3 chapters for a year till 2020, not much traction for this book. In the next book there will be more plot.