Famous
Love
By
Lelly Hughes
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release
Date: July
3, 2017
Available on
Kindle Unlimtied
Under the bright
lights of Nashville, Levi Austin is a country music superstar whose life is
rocked by the tragic death of his former wife, leaving him to raise their two
daughters. Now faced with having to tell his girls, and making the hard
decision about where they’ll live, Levi packs his bags and rushes off to Los
Angeles—the last place he wants to be, but the one place where no one will
recognize him.
Zara Phillips
loves two things: her husband Van, and the band she created with her brother,
Reverend Sister. To her, her life is perfect until she discovers that her high
school sweetheart husband is cheating on her. The paparazzi are relentless,
forcing a devastated and heartbroken Zara to stay hidden until the record label
demands she shoot a video for the band's new single, driving her out of
seclusion.
Two people
collide from opposite worlds. Neither knowing who the other is, yet both
intrigued by one another. When Levi spills hot coffee on Zara, everything
changes. He’s focused on his daughters, trying to do what’s best for them while
Zara is determined to get away from everyone and everything in Los Angeles.
When Levi offers
her sanctuary at his home in Nashville, Zara jumps at the opportunity to
disappear… with the hopes that Levi comes with her.
What transpires
next are the lives of two very different people finding their path along a very
bumpy and unforgiving road, who are tested by their loved ones, the media and
one ex that doesn’t want to go away quietly.
You’re
never prepared for that moment. It could be anything from finding out you’re
pregnant or learning that your band, the one you’ve been in since you were
seventeen, has just been nominated for a Grammy. I wish my moment were one of
those, but unfortunately, mine comes in the form of finding out my husband of
ten years, Van Phillips, has been having an affair.
And how
does one find this out? Well, if you’re me, you walk into your publicist’s
office to find your husband banging her assistant. I mean I’m happy that it’s
not my publicist bent over her desk with my husband pounding into her because
that would really ruin my day.
There
is no recovery for something like this. Even as I stand here with my mouth open
with tears streaming down my face, nothing fixes this. Not the look of regret
that he gives me as he pulls out of her and quickly stuffs himself back into
his pants. Not the “oh shit” look she flashes as she hurries to fix her skirt,
making me wonder where the fuck her panties are.
You’re
not prepared when your publicist actually walks into her office oblivious that
two people were just fucking on her desk and she asks if you’re ready to get to
work on your next tour.
What
the fuck does someone do in this situation? There isn’t a handbook on how to
handle your husband when he gets caught cheating, let alone when you find out
he has been unfaithful, although there should be because it seems to happen
more often than not in Los Angeles. It’s clear that I should’ve taken some
classes on how to handle my emotions by the death glare he’s given me. It’s as
if I’m supposed to “man up” and pretend as if nothing has happened. Like I am
somehow at fault here.
Unfortunately,
that is exactly what I do because I’m moving on autopilot, still trying to
decipher if what I saw was real or an optical illusion because I can’t fathom
why my husband would cheat on me. It’s not like we don’t have a healthy sex
life. In fact, he had no qualms taking care of my needs this morning.
Apparently, I didn’t take care of his, though.
I take
one of the two seats in front of Laura’s desk, cringing when she sets a pile of
folders in the spot where my husband had her assistant bent over, the same one
who is now scurrying away to fetch coffee. Not that I would drink anything she
hands to me because for all I know she’s trying to kill me so she can have my
cheating-ass-bastard of a spouse all to herself. Newsflash, Trina… Trisha…
Tanya, whatever the fuck her name is… she can have him. As far as I’m concerned
this is unforgivable, and the fact that he’s sitting down next to me as if
nothing has happened makes my skin crawl.
Oh God,
he fucking smells like her cheap ass perfume too. I pretend to gag, except I’m
really gagging since my stomach is doing its own version of gymnastics and I
have a feeling that I’m about to lose my breakfast all over Laura’s desk any
second now. I lean away and not so subtly move my chair farther from him. He
reaches out to touch me, but I glare at him. I throw so many daggers that I’m
imagining each one hitting him square in his chest. He must understand that I
don’t want to be fucked with right now because he pulls his hand away.
That is
until the tart walks back in with two cups of coffee. Laura doesn’t look up
from the paper she’s reading when her mug is set on her desk, but my husband,
he fucking perks up like this bitch is his only means to feed his caffeine
addiction. And because I am living in some alternative universe, she has no
qualms about brushing up against his arm and making sure he can see her tits
when she unnecessarily bends over to give him his coffee.
“That’s
it, I’m out of here,” I say as I stand up.
Laura
looks up quickly, she’s confused and rightly so.
“Sit
down, Zara,” Van has the nerve to say. I can’t even be bothered to look at him
so I look at Laura and smile as best I can because right now shit hurts inside
and all I want to do is break down and cry.
“I
walked in a few minutes early for our meeting and found Van and your assistant
fucking on your desk. You might want to sterilize it and find a new assistant
because if you don’t, I’m walking.”
I don’t
need Laura to say anything. The wide eyes and open mouth are enough for me to
know that I’ve shocked her. Behind me, I can hear Van yelling my name, but he’s
not following me. No, he chose to stay back with the bimbo instead of getting
up and chasing after his wife to tell her how sorry he is and that what he did
was a mistake. But I know better. I could tell by the look on his face that he
was only sorry that he didn’t get to finish before he got caught.
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