The
fifth story in the new adult series that began with the New York Times bestseller
REAL.
New
Adult Contemporary
Publisher:
Simon & Schuster
Release:
December 9, 2014
Every woman wants
me--except the one I sing for.
Seattle shakes with
anticipation: they call it the concert of the year. They say girls are getting
pregnant just thinking about my band being in town.
But when you love a
girl, you don't leave her with nothing but a ring and a promise. Any man with
half a brain should know.
So what did I expect
my girl would do when she saw me again?
Well, for starters,
she loathes our music. Particularly the song I wrote about her.
When I sing it, the
stadium is in an uproar. Thousands of fans scream my name like I'm a god--but
yeah, not her. Crystal clear: the girl's not happy to see me.
Black hair, black
boots, a bad attitude, that's her -- Pandora Stone is a freaking man-eater and
she's out for my blood.
That's alright.
Let her come at me. Because I'm out for her
heart and, this time, there's no way she can stop me.
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Every woman
wants me--except the one I sing for.
This book is about first loves.
Everyone remembers what its like to love for the first time, and if you
try to say no, you’re lying. You may not
want to admit that you remember your first love, because chances are it came
with heartbreak. But just for a moment
think about if your first love, who took everything from you, and left you with
a broken heart, was a rock star singing popular songs about you. Yeah I would kinda go postal as well. I mean no one would know it was me, unless he
actually names the song after you. Enter
Bad Move Mackenna Jones.
Mackenna
Jones Is Back In Town! The headline says, and just reading that feels like a
punch in the gut.
I squeeze
my eyes shut and open them, my stomach trembling uncontrollably.
Mackenna
Jones is back in town!
Fuck, I
really need to stop reading that.
Mackenna
Jones is back in town!
God. Still reads the same.
Mackenna.
The name
curls around me like smoke in my insides, and butterflies I didn’t even know I
still carried crash into the walls of my belly.
I thought
it impossible that a single one of these butterflies had survived Mackenna
Jones.
So now you’re still in the same town, but he’s this big star, I
mean I think I would go pretty crazy if that was me. Seriously, how cruel can someone be.
My world
broke when I heard he left Seattle.
He didn’t
even say goodbye.
The last
thing he’s said to me was that he loved me.
Now. I.
Hate. Love.
I thought
that with his absence, the wound would heal.
But the wound is still there.
It’s festered and bubbled up and grown.
I gave that
motherfucker everything that was in my young, stupid heart to give, and he
ruined me.
Well, fuck
him.
Well, she clearly isn’t over getting burnt. She’s holding onto a lot of anger. So as a woman, who is all for women lib, I
kinda got super excited and giggled a lot, when Pandora and her best friend
cooked up a plan to get back at him. I
snorted laughed at these two, when bought front row tickets to his
concert. Nothing says she’s going to get
you back like two girls with backpacks and ponchos!!! Except when he first
walks on stage. Well I had to put the
book down and fan myself, while I went to research my exes to make sure none of
them wrote a song about me or are famous.
His
swagger. His shoulders swinging, his
hips rolling, and his long, thick muscled legs.
Hands at his sides, a microphone strapped to his ear and discreetly
curled around his rocklike jaw, he approaches the public, and us. His chest is bar. He’s wearing black leather pants. And his hair is bright fuchsia today, spiky
and standing high. It’s a shock to see
that color against his tan skin. The
smooth muscles of his torso glisten, as do the dark little bricks of his abs.
But when you love a girl, you don't leave her with nothing but a
ring and a promise. Any man with half a brain should know this.
Yeah, so let’s take a step back at
look at this picture as a whole. Pandora
and Mackenna loved each other, he left and broke her heart, smashed it to tiny
little particles, she hates love, oh and he’s a rock star singing about her, oh
and if he wasn’t super hot before, he’s back full force, which kinda irritates
me even more.
So what did I expect my girl would do when she saw me again?
Well, for starters he wasn’t
expecting her to throw rotten tomatoes and eggs at his head while he sings. That’s right people she did. Pandora and
Melanie, came with weapons, fruits and eggs.
They were locked and loaded waiting for the perfect time, and what
better time than when he’s singing her song, or is it his song?
Just a little problem with this
plan, which can I say I would of totally participated in, you’re going to get
caught! Imagine his shock when in front
of him is none other than “the Pandora”.
So the little snafu in this plan is that he was in the middle of filming
this concert for his own reality movie.
I know what you’re thinking, Bieber did one, no self respecting musician
actually does a reality movie about their concerts, but he was. Imagine both of them surprised when his
manager offers her a role in said movie.
What, not possible, clearly there has been a mistake here. They hate each other, well she hates him, he
kinda hates her, and he just wants to get out of this and continue with his
life.
Well what is the worse that can
happen, when we put two ex lovers in the same space. Day in, day out, in each other’s way. Oh and there is some sexual tension, and when
I say some, I mean a lot, I mean self-combustion.
“I want to gorge on you, stuff my face with you.” He slides his tongue into my ear, then
retreats, the passion between us singeing me, shuddering through me. “God, Pandora, the things I want to do to
you-”
Oh holy hotness, the sex in this
book was through the roof. But what
happens when the tour ends? What happens
when the cameras aren’t there? Should
they actually try to make it work? The
question is can you survive the outcome if the answers aren’t what you want?
Time will tell or it’ll leave you
ripped apart once more!
About the Author
Katy Evans grew up with books and book-boyfriends until she
found a real sexy boyfriend to love. They married and are now hard at work on
their own happily ever after. Katy loves her family and friends, and she also
loves reading, walking, baking, and being consumed by her characters until she
reaches “The End.” Which is, hopefully, only the beginning…
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