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As the guitarist for the rock band Caged, I know the rules: no relationships. No complications. Leave ‘em smiling when you go, but always go. Besides, it’s not like I’m ever in one place for more than a few days at a time. As the next hottest thing out of Austin, the band and I are riding the wave, and the music is all that matters.
Lily Tennison has “complication” written across her beautiful face. But I can’t get involved. The timing’s all wrong. But she’s under my skin, and I can’t resist her troubled eyes and sweet smile. And I do have a little time to kill. Not much, just a few days in Dallas.
So I’ll scratch the itch and move on, like I always do.
Note: Gone For You is a sexy, contemporary romance. Though part of the Sixth Street Bands Series, it can be enjoyed as a standalone. Recommended for 18+ for adult content and language.
- A Sneak Peek at Lily and Cam’s First Meeting -
My brother was a miracle worker. He came through, just like always. It didn’t take him ten minutes to firm up the arrangements. As the limo sped down the freeway, I sipped my beer, watching the landscape turn rural. Well, rural was a stretch, but at least skyscrapers weren’t dotting the skyline any longer. After kicking Lindsey out at the Omni to deal with her mess, our group had relaxed.
“So what’s the deal with this place?” Logan asked, looking absently at his phone.
“I dunno,” I sighed. “Chase said it’s the shit. He knows the manager. It’s got great food and a spa. All the amenities.”
I trusted Chase more than anyone else in the world. He was more than a brother to me. He was a mentor, a surrogate father, and the financial backer for the band from its inception. Before we even wrote our first song, Chase let us play at his club in Austin. He owned The Parish Bar, the largest venue on Sixth Street. Without him, Caged wouldn’t have gotten any traction.
My phone vibrated next to me on the seat. Picking it up, I opened the text from Chase.
Your contact at the property is Lily Tennison. Get some rest. I booked three bungalows. There’s another bungalow on hold for Chris when he gets out. Don’t tell that bitch where you are.
Chuckling, I tapped a response.
Thanks, bro. No worries, Lindsey doesn’t have a clue where we’re headed. She’s going to be blowing up your phone.
Seconds later, he returned: She’ll be lucky if I don’t blow her ass all the way back to L.A. Call me later.
Tucking my phone in my pocket, I took the last swallow from my Shiner Bock and tossed the bottle in the trash. The limo turned at the sign marked “Rosewood Mansion on Turtle Creek.” Red bud trees dotted the long driveway, their pink petals scattered on the concrete.
Logan looked up when we pulled to a stop and stretched his arms over his head.
“I hope the staff at this place is as accommodating as the Omni.” He gave me a wolfish grin.
We had only been at the Omni Hotel for two nights, but Logan already managed to bang one of the bartenders. From the look of the cute little maid that I spotted leaving his room this morning, she delivered more than fresh towels.
“And you call me a dog?” I slid across the seat to wait for the driver to open the door. “Don’t shit where you eat, Logan. Chase will kick your ass if his buddy tells him you defiled half the female staff.”
“Whatever.” Logan ran a hand through his long, blond hair. “I need something to occupy my time.”
Logan’s sexual escapades landed us in the press more than our music. The dude had an endless supply of energy when it came to entertaining the more willing of our fan base.
I was no slouch, but tonight I was worn out. If he were on the prowl, he’d be doing it without me. The only thing I needed was a good meal and a soft bed. Since this place didn’t look like it specialized in happy endings, I’d wait until we ventured down to Harry Hines Boulevard, where the good old-fashioned massage parlors were. The girls there might not be licensed, but then what licensed therapist would let you bend them over the table when you were finished?
Squinting from the sudden brightness, I placed a foot on the pavement when the limo door swung open. I took in a lungful of the fragrant flowers from the trees that surrounded the circular driveway. After a string of nondescript hotels in cities I couldn’t even remember, it was nice to be someplace that actually had some character.
My gaze fell on the figure that exited through the wooden doors a few yards away. Her blond hair swung from side to side, mimicking the sway of her hips. A smile played across her lips, crinkling the corners of her piercing blue eyes. My heart nearly stopped.
“Dude, close your mouth.” Sean knocked shoulders with me when he stepped to my side.
Giving him a sidelong glance, I saw Logan smiling appreciatively at the girl, looking her up and down. No way. Stepping away from them, I nearly knocked her over in my attempt to reach her before she got caught in Logan’s crosshairs.
Startled, she looked up at me, tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear. Fuck me, the girl was hot. Taking off my sunglasses, I gave her the most seductive grin I could muster.
“Mr. Noble?” She glanced down at the paperwork in her hand without acknowledging my lame attempt at flirtation.
“Knight, actually.” I was hoping for a glimmer of recognition.
Her brows knit together, causing an adorable little crease to form on her forehead.
I was Cameron Noble. At least that’s what my birth certificate said. But I dropped that shit as soon as Caged had a single on the charts, changing my name to Knight. My old man, Tyler Noble, the drunk that chased fame his whole life, was not going to get a nod of acknowledgement from me for anything I achieved.
“But you can call me Noble.” Not to be deterred by her cool demeanor, I quirked a brow and leaned in. “Or anything else you want, as long as you say it with a smile.”
Laughing nervously, she stuck out her hand. “I’m Lily Tennison. I’ll be your personal events coordinator while you’re here.”
Taking her hand, I squeezed it gently. “I like the sound of that.”
She took a step back, slipping her hand free. “Your brother explained the situation. If you would follow me to my office, I’d be happy to go over a list of the amenities and services we offer here at The Mansion. I’ll also take care of any special requests you might have.” Looking over my shoulder at Logan and Sean, she gave them a cheery smile. “Gentlemen, welcome to The Mansion.”
Turning, she walked briskly toward the building, ignoring the snickers that erupted from our group.
“Special requests?” Logan chuckled, lowering his tone to nearly a whisper. “I’ve got her special request—right here.” He grabbed his crotch, waggling his brows at me.
Slapping him on the back of the head, I followed her into the lobby, putting some distance between me and the two asshats I was with. The guys couldn’t hold it together for one fucking minute without acting like horny teenagers.
My cock stirred when the slit up the back of Lily’s pencil skirt opened as she walked, showing a nice expanse of her silky thighs. Scowling, I looked down at my boots. Logan and Sean might have been acting like horny teenagers, but I was the one sporting a hard-on. Perfect.
The lobby was decorated with huge vases of freshly cut flowers and cushy, leather chairs with side tables made of rich, dark wood. Following Lily past the polished marble front desk, I noticed a number of guests staring in our direction.
“Over here we have our lounge and our steakhouse.” Lily looked over her shoulder, giving a nod in the direction of the dimly lit space. “They are open for dinner only. Per your brother’s request, I’ve secured a chef to take care of your meals, en suite. However, you can order anything off the menu and have it delivered, if you prefer.”
Nodding, I kept my eyes trained on her face, hoping my cock would go into hibernation. Lily’s tongue darted out, sweeping her lip when she looked down at her paperwork. A perfect, pink tongue. Caressing the softest, pinkest lips I’d ever seen in my life.
She disappeared ahead of us, turning down a hallway where the executive offices were housed. I took the opportunity to stick my hand in my pocket and adjust my erection.
“You got a problem there, son?” Logan clapped my shoulder as he strode past me.
“Mind your own damn business,” I muttered, moving to his side. “And stop with the fucking sex jokes.”
Logan gave me a sidelong glance, peering at me over his sunglasses. “Dude, I’m not the one with the semi.”
Rolling my eyes, I stepped through the door of Lily’s large office. A leather sofa was pushed against the wall. Three winged chairs with rich upholstery sat in front of the large cherry desk. Oil paintings and other artwork hung on every wall. I wandered over to a group of four charcoal sketches next to the window. A large “L” with a small flower dotted the right hand corner of each one. The gritty cityscapes didn’t match the rest of the office’s motif.
“These are really nice.” I nodded appreciatively, leaning in closer to examine the details before turning to her.
“Um, t-thanks,” she stammered. The crease in her brow grew more pronounced when she noticed me looking at her. She dropped her eyes to the paperwork on her desk. I grinned, ambling over to take a seat in the winged chair in front of the desk.
“I’ve taken the liberty of contacting a personal shopper at Neiman Marcus.” She lifted her gaze, taking in our tattered jeans and t-shirts. “If you could provide me with your sizes, I’ll have some things brought over for you until you can retrieve your luggage from the Omni.”
“Is there something wrong with the way we’re dressed?” Logan removed his sunglasses, leaning forward and propping his elbows on his knees.
“Absolutely not.” She shifted in her seat. “I assumed since you didn’t have any clean clothes, you might want to order a few things. It’s totally up to you. There’s no dress code on the property, with the exception of the hotel dining area.”
Clasping her hands on top of the paperwork on her desk, she gave us a sincere smile. “Look, y’all, I’m here to help. I’m sorry to hear about your friend.” Her gaze fell on mine, holding it for a second. “Is he alright, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Fine,” I said, studying the blue depths of her irises. “Just a little banged up.”
She nodded sympathetically. “Let me get this paperwork out of the way. I’m sure you’ve had a trying day.”
Turning to the computer on the side table, she punched in the information from the sheet of paper on her desk. A few minutes later she stood, handing each of us a fat envelope.
“It was nice to meet y’all.” She extended a hand to Logan, and then to Sean. “Please let me know if I can be of any assistance during your stay. The bungalows are out back, at the far end of the property. Would you like me to call for a cart to take you there?”
“I’m sure we’ll manage,” Logan said with a chuckle, giving her a wide grin. “Thanks for all your help.”
He nodded at Sean, who thanked Lily as well before following Logan out of the office. She stepped around the desk and clasped her hands in front of her. I waited until the guys were out of earshot and closed the distance between us.
“So what do you do for fun around here?”
That perfect, pink tongue darted out again. I assumed she wasn’t aware of what she was doing, but I couldn’t tear my gaze from her lips. An arc of electricity flowed between us, drawing me to her like a magnet.
“Um…” She trailed off, seeming unsure of her words. “I’ve enclosed this brochure in the envelope I gave you. We have—”
“I mean, what do you do for fun, Lily?” Placing a hand on her arm, the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. Definitely electricity.
Staring at me for a moment, her arm dropped limply to her side. “I work.” She smiled up at me. “And I go to school. I don’t have much time for fun.”
With that, she stepped toward the door, holding it open. Nodding, I shoved the envelope in my back pocket, leaning toward her on my way out. She smelled just like the freshly cut flowers in the lobby. Like a spring day.
“That’s a shame, Lily. Everyone could use a little fun.”
It took a shitload of self-control not to look back when I sauntered down the hallway.
Before I made it five steps, the door clicked shut behind me.
As the bassist for the band Caged, the last three years have been one, long non-stop party. Sure, I’ve had some regrets. Everyone does. But getting trapped in a relationship isn’t one of them. I know good and well what happens when the attraction fades. I’ve seen it first hand. Love is a zero sum game, so why play? As long as I'm upfront about my feelings, no one gets hurt. Besides, I'm never in one place long enough to worry about tomorrow.
That is, until the band decided to take an extended hiatus in our hometown. That’s when I met Melody Sullivan. She’s the full-package. Whip smart and beautiful, with enough determination to take on anything life has in store. And the best part? Melody shares my philosophy on the fleeting nature of attraction. She doesn’t buy into the whole “happily ever after” crap anymore than I do. We’re perfect for each other. For now. And now is all I want.
With the expectations off the table, I can let my guard down and enjoy her company until the spark dies. And we both know it will. In a week, or a month. But until then, we’ll just keep having fun. The good kind, with lots of sex and no strings attached. And when it’s time to move on, we will. No drawn out goodbyes and no remorse.
That’s the plan, at least.
As a writer you would think that would be a simple question…but it’s not. I spend so much time living in my characters heads, listening to their voices, that sometimes I forget about my own.
I guess I should start with the basics: the backstory. I was born and raised in California. At this point, I’m usually asked what it was like to grow up near the beach, but sadly, I don’t know. I grew up in the “other” part of California. Perfect for an aspiring writer, if you ask me. You learn a lot about keeping yourself busy when the nearest house is a mile away…and it belongs to your grandparents.
I spent all my time with my nose in a book, living vicariously through the characters, until I wrote a book of my own. I was ten at the time. It was a scintillating piece that cast the family pet as the protagonist.
By the time I went to high school, I moved on to romance. Why? Because I met my very own prince charming. I wrote love poems in my journal about the green-eyed boy who stole my heart. He promised, the way all storybook heroes do, to sweep me away and take me on a grand adventure. And he did.
We picked up and moved to the Lone Star State and began the story of us. The best stories begin without a road map or a compass. Veering off course makes the journey so much more interesting.
True to form, just when I thought my life was set, we started the next adventure. I traded in my cowboy boots and followed my green-eyed boy to Las Vegas. My home will always be in Texas, but my heart is anywhere that he is. Our beautiful daughter made the journey with us. Our son stayed in Texas, to write his own story.
Somehow, in the midst of the chaos that is our life, I find time to write. Writing is what I love. I might stray from romance every now and then if that is what moves me…but I always come back. Some of the stories don’t seem romantic at all. They are gritty stories about flawed characters that find each other and hold on tight. Those are the stories that speak to me. Because that’s life. I believe that every story should have a happy ending—even the difficult ones.
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