I‘ve been clean for years. But now my addiction has a face. Her face…
At eighteen, I stood at the precipice of stardom. I had the record deal. And the tour to back it up. But I succumbed to the pressure of that life. The dark side.
Now, I skate on the fringe. My brother is the genius guitarist for the band Caged, and I’m the one who helped make that happen. I’m happy to run my bars and my land development company.
Sure I am.
And then I meet her—Taryn Ayers—the music manager behind the three biggest bands in the country. She doesn’t know I’m Cam’s older brother. Or that I’ve got a secret that makes
her world and mine fundamentally incompatible.
Problem is, I want to know Taryn. I crave her as much as any drug.
But can I risk letting her know me?
Lost For You is a STAND ALONE New Adult Romance.
Intended for mature audiences due to hot as sin rockstars and the world they live in.
**Please note: This book contains instances of drug use.**
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ExcerptAbout Jayne Frost:Ever since I walked into the coffee shop, my thoughts had been occupied with other things. Like the guy next to me.
The light turned green, and I took a step, only to have Chase tug me back to his side. “Careful.”
My response sailed away on a breeze when a bike whizzed by, crunching the leaves where I’d been standing.
Heat rose in my cheeks. “He was going the wrong way,” I grumbled, watching the cyclist’s spandex-encased backside weaving through traffic.
Chase had yet to let go of my arm so I gently tugged it free. “Well, thanks,” I said, and after glancing both ways, I ventured onto the busy street only to have Chase fall into step beside me.
I gave him the side eye. “What are you doing?”
He shrugged. “Waiting the appropriate amount of time to ask you out again.”
Biting down a smile, I asked, “And what’s the appropriate amount of time?”
When we were safe on the sidewalk, he faced me. “I guess around five minutes if I hold true to form.”
This time I couldn’t hold back a laugh, but to my horror, it came out more like a snort. Shaking my head, I fished my keys from my pocket. “Well, this is me.”
Chase took out his phone and glimpsed the screen. “I’ve still got one minute.”
Amused, I leaned a hip against the trunk of my car. “I can save you the trouble and say no right now.”
Breaching the small gap that separated us, he swept a lock of hair out of my face. “But you’re not going to say no, are you?”
Recalling the way the light seeped from his eyes at the coffee shop when he found out who I was, my stomach tumbled. Whatever gave him pause, he’d merely overlooked it for the moment.
There was no smile, no humor, just sincerity when Chase said softly, “It’s just a drink, Taryn.”
I’m an author who hails from Texas (by way of California), currently living in Sin City.
A romantic by nature, I believe in fairytales and happily ever afters. And music. Because the best stories always have a soundtrack.
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