Get it on Amazon.AboutÂ Gone for You As the guitarist for the rock band Caged, I know the rules: no relationships. No complications. Leave â€˜em smiling when you go, but always go. Besides, itâ€™s not like Iâ€™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. Until herâ€¦ Lily Tennison has â€œcomplicationâ€ written across her beautiful face. But I canâ€™t get involved. The timingâ€™s all wrong. But sheâ€™s under my skin, and I canâ€™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 Iâ€™ll scratch the itch and move on, like I always do. Simple, right?
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Special sneak peek:Ch 2: WhenÂ Cameron Knight Meets Lily [The band has arrived at their hotel, a special arrangement due to over-eager paparazzi.]
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. â€œDude, close your mouth.â€ 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 Loganâ€™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.
Nothing. â€œMr. Noble?â€ She glanced down at the paperwork in her hand without acknowledging my lame attempt at flirtation. â€œKnight, actually.â€ I was hoping for a glimmer of â€œKnight, actually.â€ I was hoping for a glimmer of recognition Her brows knitted together, causing an adorable little crease to form on her forehead. I was Cameron Noble. At least thatâ€™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 acknowledgment from me for anything I achieved. â€œBut you can call me Noble.â€ Not to be deterred by her cool demeanor, I quirked a brow and leaned in. â€œOr anything else you want, as long as you say it with a smile.â€ Laughing nervously, she stuck out her hand. â€œIâ€™m Lily Tennison. Iâ€™ll be your personal events coordinator while youâ€™re here.â€ Taking her hand, I squeezed it gently. â€œI like the sound ofÂ that.â€ She took a step back, slipping her hand free. â€œYour brother explained the situation. If you would follow me to my office, Iâ€™d be happy to go over a list of the amenities and services we offer here at The Mansion. Iâ€™ll also take care of any special requests you might have.â€ Looking over my shoulder at Logan and Sean, she gave them a cheery smile. â€œGentlemen, welcome to The Mansion.â€ Turning, she walked briskly toward the building, ignoring the snickers that erupted from our group. â€œSpecial requests?â€ Logan chuckled, lowering his tone to nearly a whisper. â€œIâ€™ve got her special requestâ€”right here.â€ 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 couldnâ€™t hold it together for one fucking minute without acting like horny teenagers.
My cock stirred when the slit up the back of Lilyâ€™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. â€œOver here we have our lounge and our steakhouse.â€ Lily looked over her shoulder, giving a nod in the direction of the dimly lit space. â€œThey are open for dinner only. Per your brotherâ€™s request, Iâ€™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.â€ Nodding, I kept my eyes trained on her face, hoping my cock would go into hibernation. Lilyâ€™s tongue darted out, sweeping her lip when she looked down at her paperwork. A perfect, pink tongue. Caressing the softest, pinkest lips Iâ€™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. â€œYou got a problem there, son?â€ Logan clapped my shoulder as he strode past me. â€œMind your own damn business,â€ I muttered, moving to his side. â€œAnd stop with the fucking sex jokes.â€ Logan gave me a sidelong glance, peering at me over his sunglasses. â€œDude, Iâ€™m not the one with the semi.â€ Rolling my eyes, I stepped through the door of Lilyâ€™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 â€œLâ€ with a small flower dotted the right-hand corner of each one. The gritty cityscapes didnâ€™t match the rest of the officeâ€™s motif.
â€œThese are really nice.â€ I nodded appreciatively, leaning in closer to examine the details before turning to her. â€œUm, t-thanks,â€ 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. â€œIâ€™ve taken the liberty of contacting a personal shopper at Neiman Marcus.â€ She lifted her gaze, taking in our tattered jeans and t-shirts. â€œIf you could provide me with your sizes, Iâ€™ll have some things brought over for you until you can retrieve your luggage from the Omni.â€ â€œIs there something wrong with the way weâ€™re dressed?â€ Logan removed his sunglasses, leaning forward and propping his elbows on his knees. â€œAbsolutely not.â€ She shifted in her seat. â€œI assumed since you didnâ€™t have any clean clothes, you might want to order a few things. Itâ€™s totally up to you. Thereâ€™s no dress code on the property, with the exception of the hotel dining area.â€ Clasping her hands on top of the paperwork on her desk, she gave us a sincere smile. â€œLook, yâ€™all, Iâ€™m here to help. Iâ€™m sorry to hear about your friend.â€ Her gaze fell on mine, holding it for a second. â€œIs he all right, if you donâ€™t mind me asking?â€ â€œFine,â€ I said, studying the blue depths of her irises. â€œJust a little banged up.â€ She nodded sympathetically. â€œLet me get this paperwork out of the way. Iâ€™m sure youâ€™ve had a trying day.â€ 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. â€œIt was nice to meet yâ€™all.â€ She extended a hand to Logan, and then to Sean. â€œPlease 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?â€ â€œIâ€™m sure weâ€™ll manage,â€ Logan said with a chuckle, giving her a wide grin. â€œThanks for all your help.â€
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. â€œSo what do you do for fun around here?â€ That perfect, pink tongue darted out again. I assumed she wasnâ€™t aware of what she was doing, but I couldnâ€™t tear my gaze from her lips. An arc of electricity flowed between us, drawing me to her like a magnet. â€œUm...â€ She trailed off, seeming unsure of her words. â€œIâ€™ve enclosed this brochure in the envelope I gave you. We haveâ€”â€ â€œI mean, what do you do for fun, Lily?â€ 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. â€œI work.â€ She smiled up at me. â€œAnd I go to school. I donâ€™t have much time for fun.â€ 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. â€œThatâ€™s a shame, Lily. Everyone could use a little fun.â€ 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.
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AboutÂ Jayne FrostSoâ€¦who is Jayne? As aÂ writer,Â you would think that would be a simple questionâ€¦but itâ€™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 thisÂ point,Â Iâ€™m usually asked what it was like to grow up near the beach, but sadly, I donâ€™t know. I grew up in the â€œotherâ€ 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 awayâ€¦and it belongs to your grandparents. I spent all my time with my nose in a book, living vicariously through theÂ characters,Â 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 meâ€¦but I always come back. Some of the stories donâ€™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 thatâ€™s life. I believe that every story should have a happy endingâ€”even the difficult ones.You can find me at Twitter at @jaynefrostbooks, Facebook, Pinterest, and my website. a Rafflecopter giveaway