Strung
Out
A Needles and Pins Rock Romance
By Lyrica Creed
Genre: Contemporary Romance/ Rock Band
Romance
Editor: The
Pedantic Punctuator
Cover Designer: Book Bangs
Finding my best
friend and getting the hell out of California is top priority. Especially as
the relationship with my rockstar stepbrother becomes more complicated with each
passing day...
I’m on the tour bus
partying!
The text from my
best friend, Ivy is one of her last. When weeks stretch with no further
contact, I travel to L.A. to track down the band known as Rageon and find Ivy.
As the daughter of
a groupie mom, and of a rock star father who fatally overdosed, I know the
dangers of the world my friend disappeared into.
My ex-stepbrother,
Gage, a musician who’s just come off tour invites me to crash at his place.
The last time I saw
Gage in person, we were teens. He's a popular presence on social media, so I’m
prepared for the tattoo-covered rocker who answers my knock. What I’m not
expecting to find is that the sweet, sensitive teen I grew up with is now an
irresponsible, partying playboy who lives for his next fix.
As the search for
Ivy narrows, my relationship with my rockstar stepbrother becomes more
complicated. The tingling tug of attraction toward him is unexpected--and
unacceptable. First, we’re practically siblings. Most importantly, I’ll never
allow myself to fall for a musician, especially one with a drug addiction.
Gage teams up with
me to find Ivy, introducing me into the right circles and guarding my secrets.
My search for Ivy
takes me places I never wanted to go...
And my heart is an
unwilling passenger on that dark ride.
I stretched out on the sunning pad, bringing one
knee slightly up, and lifting my arms above my head. I didn’t have to look
toward the studio to know Gage was watching. His gaze was a pleasant tickle on
my skin, and the sounds he cajoled from his guitar pulsated a pleasure point in
the pit of my stomach. The combination caused a sweet, hot burn between my
legs.
I was falling in love with him. Either I had
been since my teen crush days and had right this second realized it, or I had
fallen hard—yesterday morning with seven words.
I would have taken care of you.
Did he have feelings for me? Or did he watch me
with fire in his eyes and continuously make up excuses to touch me out of
desire only?
Rock stars. Bad.
I worked on my self-brainwashing technique.
Rock stars. Trouble.
But Gage was Gage. The boy who had taken care of
me. The man who wanted to...
A few more measures drifted over the pool and
then dwindled to a pause. “You ever going to order the linguine?” he asked.
We had hashed over what we wanted for dinner and
had decided on Pace, an Italian restaurant that delivered in the area.
“What are you going to do when I leave?” I
grumbled about the chore and didn’t immediately leave my comfortable position
to wade over to my phone.
Was my leaving getting to him too? His eyes
seemed sad and distant for a moment before he recovered and retorted. “Same
thing I did before you showed. Throw wild parties. Fill the pool with naked
models who will order me food and bring me drinks.”
I laughed. But the sound seemed fake to my ears.
The thought of nude women doing Gage’s every bidding was so not funny to me.
But since he was being big brother taunting me, I served up
sassy-little-sister-on-a-stick right back. “You sure you had all that going on?
Pool looks empty to me. When I came I was hoping you’d have parties with hot
rock stars hanging all day.”
One second later, he had vacated the chair and
was in the water. Five seconds later, he’d reached my teak island and was
hauling me off as I screeched.
“You need to cool off, little mermaid!”
“No, I don’t. I really don’t.”
His grip relaxed, allowing me to slide down his
front until I was standing in the knee-deep water. When I shivered, it wasn’t
because I’d cooled off! Quite the opposite.
“What would you do with these hot rock stars?”
His challenge was a husky rumble near one of my ears.
My gaze glided from the hand underwater on my
waist, up his arm, taking in the decorative ink—barbed wire music scores ran up
the inside of his arm and beginning at the bend, spiraled up his biceps and
triceps. “Hot rock star… Half naked in the pool…” I used his own images against
him. “Hmm. I don’t know…”
In retaliation, he hooked an arm beneath my
knees, prepared to unbalance me.
“Don’t… I don’t want to be all wet again…” I was
laughing so hard at his antics, I didn’t immediately grasp what I’d said until
his expression became even more animated.
“No? Are you sure?”
I’d hiked head-on into that one. His eyes were
still alight with mischief. But they also glittered dark and dangerous. In the
position he had maneuvered me into, he could drop me, and I’d fall backward,
dunking under before I caught myself. Or he could hold me closer… and kiss me…
Either way, I’d end up wet.
“Very sure.” It took every ounce of willpower to
force the two words out.
I could call Derrick as soon as my plane landed
in Belize. Or I’d have a fling. What I wouldn’t do was cross what was becoming
a very thin line—perhaps even a dotted one—between stepbrother and lover.
The plunge into the water startled me. I’d been
so sure Gage wouldn’t drop me when I’d drifted for a few seconds into my
thoughts. My elbows hit the smooth bottom, and I pushed above the water,
sputtering and wiping the hair from my face.
“You ass!” I skimmed the surface with my hands,
raining a series of splashes until he was deluged and dripping.
He didn’t even fight back, simply shot one of
his smirks and hastened back to his chair and his ever-ringing phone.
Lyrica Creed lives
and breathes music. Austin, Texas will always be home, but she surrendered to
wanderlust just out of college. Her phone stays handy while sleeping to record
the melodies or verses she wakes to. One night instead of a tune, she roused to
a plot and characters whispering in her ear, and Strung Out was born. When Gage
and Scarlette weren’t content to fade away into their HEA, Hung Out followed.
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