Author: Rebecca Brooke
Series: Jaded Ivory #4
Published by Self-Published
Release Date April 25, 2019
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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At least, it sounded like a good idea at the time. I mean what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?
Not so much.
Not when I make rash decisions and the whole world was there to catch my stupidity on camera. But this time...
This time, I took someone down with me and she didn’t deserve any of the sh*t being thrown her way.
The band is pissed I screwed up again.
She's being unfairly hounded by the paparazzi.
I regret everything that's happened.
What happens in Vegas doesn't always stay there.
But the bad press isn’t my fault. Things have to go right at some point.
Title: String Me
Series: Jaded Ivory #4
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Perfect Pear Creative Covers
Author: Rebecca Brooke
Release Date: April 25, 2019
A week in Vegas sounded like exactly what I needed. Lights, bars, and women.
The pounding grew louder. I rolled my eyes and opened the link. Definitely the way to get my mind off of everything. I purchased the tickets for the last flight tonight. After a quick call to the Bellagio, I was set up in a suite for the next week.
I checked the time. I had enough to pack and get to the airport for my flight. I took a suitcase out of my closet.
“Dammit, Monty. Open the fucking door.”
Jackson could stand at the door all night and yell. It wasn’t stopping me from getting on that plane. I opened the suitcase on the bed and pulled the essentials out of my drawers. Within ten minutes, I had my clothes packed and walked into the en suite to grab the toiletries I’d need. The knocking still hadn’t stopped.
Dropping a few things for the plane ride into a bookbag, I zipped up both bags and ordered an Uber. Rolling my shoulders back, I tugged the bag off the bed and went to the door. I popped the lock and opened it to find the entire band standing in the hall outside my room.
“Fucking finally,” Jackson said. “I thought you were going to stay in there all night.”
I shrugged. “Nope. Gotta be somewhere.” I took a step forward, dragging the suitcase behind me.
Heath noticed the bag first. “Where are you going?”
“Away from all this.” I didn’t bother to stop on my way to the front door. Suddenly, it seemed they all had loads of time to spend together.
“Without telling us where you’re going?” Mari’s voice had taken on a tone we didn’t often hear and when you did you knew she was pissed.
I turned to look at all of them. “Why do I need to tell anyone? You all have your own lives and don’t check in with anyone when you make plans.”
Mari took a step forward, crossing her arms over her chest. “We do if we’re leaving for more than a night.”
“Well, times change.” She narrowed her eyes at me, but I kept going. “You guys have plans for the night and now so do I. I’m taking the week to relax far from here.”
“Just tell us where you’re going so we don’t worry,” Sawyer asked.
I clenched my teeth together. Did he mean worry about me or what I might do? “Vegas.”
Heath scoffed. “You really think you’re going to relax in sin city? You’d be better off on some tropical island.”
“And maybe I just want some fun.”
Jackson ran a hand through his hair. “Jesus, Monty. Vegas doesn’t sound like a good idea.”
“What? Do you think I need a babysitter?”
I am not a victim.
At least that’s what I wanted to believe. What I wanted the world to see. Five years of trying to find the girl I hid from the world.
I wouldn’t let the bullies win. I couldn’t.
What was I supposed to do when he walked into the building? He’d made my high school years a living hell.
But, he doesn’t recognize me.
How do I prove he didn’t break me? Simple, take him home for a one-night stand.
At least it sounded like a good idea at the time.
I’m a man living with regret. It eats at me night and day.
Eights years ago, I ran from Reagan instead of facing the music. I was sure he would shut me out if he knew the truth, so I beat him to the punch. I left and never looked back.
Or at least I tried not to.
To this day, Reagan is always in the back of my mind, trying to make me remember the fun we had. I always wonder what he would have thought if I’d told him everything.
The regret echoes in my head.
Now he’s standing in front of me, looking for answers I doubt he’s ready for.
Can Reagan accept me for who I really am?
It started out as a favor.
I couldn’t resist the heartbreak in those emerald green eyes. I never expected to wind up in her bed.
Now were back on tour and I can’t get Jenna out of my head. Every time I close my eyes or step off stage, she’s there at the front of my mind.
What can I do?
But then she leaves me a message. A message that leaves me with more questions than answers.
Now, distance doesn’t matter and I’ll fight for her with every breath in my lungs. She doesn’t trust anyone to stay. Somehow I need to get her to believe in me.