Avery Dare lives a quiet life in Miami as an online fashion/makeup video blogger. She has good friends, a close, large family and if her love life is lacking, she likes it that way. But when she receives an invitation to one of her ex's concerts along with an invitation to meet him back stage, she decides to take the risk... and comes face to face with the reality of his rock star lifestyle - the press, the crowds, and the half-naked groupies.
At eighteen, Grey Kingston left everything he knew and loved behind to seek fame and fortune as a rock star, and he found it as the lead guitarist and singer for the band, Tangled Royal. Fans adore him, women throw themselves at him, and he can afford everything he couldn't growing up. Yet at the height of his career, he's ready to walk away and return home to a simpler life... and the woman he left behind, if he can convince her to give him another chance.
Except moving on isn't as easy as Grey would like. When Avery is threatened by a stalker, it becomes evident Grey's fans not only don't want him to retire, they don't want Avery in his life either. And Avery isn't sure she wants the pressures that are part of Grey's life... but she doesn't want to lose him again, either. Can their recently renewed love survive the fallout?
Sweat
poured off Grey Kingston’s body, and his heart beat a too-rapid rhythm, the
high and adrenaline rush from his performance still pulsing through his veins
as he walked into the lounge backstage. He pulled off his soaked shirt and
tossed it onto the floor, grateful for the stocked room and waiting pile of
towels. He grabbed one and dried his face and hair, deliberately trying to slow
his breathing.
The
sound of Tangled Royal fans stomping their feet and demanding an encore echoed
through the walls, but the band had performed their final set. Even as his
pulse still soared.
He
glanced toward the door. “Did she pick up the ticket?” Grey asked Simon Colson,
their manager, who was busy texting on his phone.
“What?
Who?” Simon, ever the well-dressed Brit, shoved his phone into his trouser
pocket. No jeans for him. “Good show,” he said to Grey and the rest of the
band, ignoring Grey’s question.
Lola
Corbin, their lead singer and Grey’s best friend, was still bouncing in her
heels, not yet coming down from their shared high either. “We did rock it,” she
said, tossing her dark hair over her shoulder.
Milo
Davis, their bassist, grunted something and fell into a chair in the corner.
Grey narrowed his gaze. Milo barely had the energy for a full concert these
days, and that worried him.
But
right now Grey had bigger concerns and turned to Simon. “I asked you if Avery
Dare picked up the VIP tickets I told you to leave at the box office.”
Simon
shrugged. “I couldn’t tell you.”
Grey
scowled at his manager’s I don’t give a shit tone. More and more lately,
Simon’s lack of consideration about what the band members wanted grated on
Grey’s nerves. Lola might be considering using him for her solo career, but
anything Grey did going forward wouldn’t be with the man.
At
least he’d indicated he had left the tickets. He’d be out of a job if he
screwed with Grey on this. “Fucking find out.”
“What’s
so special about this piece of ass?” Simon barely got the words out because
Grey grabbed him by his collared shirt and pinned him up against the wall.
“Talk
about her like that again and you’re done.”
“Whoa.”
Lola put her petite body between them, pushing Grey away from their manager.
“Everyone breathe,” she muttered. “
You. Go take a walk and calm down before
your company shows up,” she ordered Grey.
He
stormed off, missing whatever lecture she gave to Simon next.
Though
the man had done his job well, helping maneuver Tangled Royal to the elusive
top of the charts, he cared about the bottom line and not much else. Especially
not the fact that Tangled Royal was more than a band, people with real
feelings, issues, and lives. No wonder Simon didn’t believe how serious both
Grey and Lola were about changing their futures.
Danny
Bills, their drummer, already had a wife and two daughters who lived in L.A. He
was ready for home time, and everyone knew it. Milo was another story. If he
didn’t stop the drugs, he wouldn’t have a future.
As
for Grey, he hoped for more than the travel and fame that had been so important
to him way back when. He hoped for her.
His
eyes flickered to the door. No sign of Avery. He tipped his head back,
wondering if she’d come backstage or ignore the invitation … and him. His
stomach gripped painfully at the thought of not seeing her again. She was the
one person who not only understood the loner musician he’d been as a teen but
who’d grounded him when he’d threatened to spiral. With her soft voice, that
thick mane of dark hair, and those lavender-like eyes, she’d burrowed someplace
deep inside him. Still, she hadn’t been enough to hold him, not when fame,
fortune, and the need to be something more lived within him.
But
it was Avery whose face he saw in the nameless women he’d fucked over the
years. Avery whose belief in him kept him going when times were hard. Funny how
that worked. He wondered if she’d thought of him over the years and if she was
as hyped up about possibly seeing him again now.





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