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A second chance Hollywood romance featuring Myf from the Blue Phoenix series

I woke this morning expecting to marry the man I loved and ended the day married to somebody else.

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Jilted by her fiancé on their wedding day, actress Myf Roberts runs from the situation and takes an unscheduled trip to Vegas with rock band, Blue Phoenix.

The night wasn’t supposed to end with her married to Hollywood A-lister, Tate Daniels.

Why did it have to be Tate Daniels? The man Myf knew years ago hasn’t changed. He’s still the charming bad boy who leaves broken hearts in his wake. And Tate’s still the man Myf denies has an effect on her she’s never shaken.

Tate is no stranger to scandal and has been warned to keep his nose clean if he wants to keep his lucrative role in the newest network drama. Now he’s discovered his fake Vegas wedding isn’t so fake after all, and he has one huge problem to fix.

But Myf is the girl who filled Tate’s world six years ago. The one who got away. And this time she doesn’t get to call the shots.

When she’s cast as lead actress opposite her unwanted husband in his new show, Myf can’t refuse the career opportunity she’s waited for. But can Myf keep the sizzling chemistry between her and Tate onscreen? Or will she surrender and give her heart to the man she swore would never win?

And what happens when the world discovers the celebrity secret of the year?

A Hollywood, second chance romance from USA Today bestselling author, Lisa Swallow.


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My fiancé lies on the floor, blood from his nose smearing his perfect white shirt. Dylan Morgan stands over him, fist ready to strike again and mouth twisted with anger. I haven’t seen Dylan with an expression like this since I caught him beating the hell out of a boy who broke my heart when I was sixteen.

“Dylan! What the hell did you do to Miles?” I yell as I charge over to grab Dylan’s hand. The best man, Rick, kneels besides Miles, face pale. “What happened?” I ask them.

“Uh.” Miles runs a hand through his usually carefully coiffed, and now dishevelled, hair. Not only is his white shirt smeared with his blood, but it’s untucked and partially unbuttoned. “Uh…”

Dylan growls beneath his rapid breath as Miles looks at me with desperate eyes. The small sunroom at the back of Dylan’s house isn’t where I expected to find three key members of the wedding party, half an hour before the ceremony. And I definitely didn’t expect one of my best friends to smack Miles in the face.

“Dylan?” I ask, panic growing. “What’s happening? Why did you hit him?”

Dylan and Miles have never disagreed. Not once, and that’s unusual for Dylan. Dylan’s protectiveness pisses me off because it’s usually unwarranted; I wish he had a bloody sister of his own so he didn’t need to project his brotherly needs onto me.

“Tell her!” he snarls at Miles. “Tell your bride what you did and who with.”

Miles glances at Rick who refuses to look at any of us and realisation crashes from the sky, pushing me heavily to the floor.

“Did he… have you… Who? Not a bridesmaid, Miles! You fucking cliché.”

“Try the best man,” Dylan retorts.

“Don’t be stupid, Dylan!” I snap back.

But who’s the stupid one here? The last couple of months, I’ve felt pushed out by the amount of time Miles spends with Rick. Rick turned up at our apartment one day, an old friend from drama school, and they talked all night. Literally. He’s a nice guy, moved in, helped out around the apartment and never caused any issues. Miles and Rick, the biggest bromance I’ve come across evidently stepped beyond a bromance.

Since the comedy show I had a minor recurring role in was cancelled, I’ve worked hard pursuing auditions, and extras work. Miles takes my absences in his stride; he understands my determination to succeed in the crazy industry, even though he gave up trying a year ago. He now works part-time in an art gallery, doing who-knows-what because he’s not an artist. We live on the money I made the last twelve months; not big bucks, but enough.

The wedding plans steamed along, and when Dylan offered his LA place as a venue, as a wedding present, the last piece of our relationship’s puzzle clicked into place.

Wrong. Now the last puzzle piece has been jammed in, and the picture isn’t what was on the box.

I was hours away from marrying a man who doesn’t love me enough to remain faithful. I don’t give a crap about who he did this with, or why — the cheating scum part is what matters here.

“Get out,” I growl.

Miles mutely looks between Dylan and me. My skin heats with anger; he can’t even open his mouth to apologise.

“Yeah, leave or I’ll really fucking hurt you,” snarls Dylan, stepping forward.

No further prompting is needed as Miles and Rick scramble from the floor. Miles edges around Dylan and reaches out to me. “Myf…”

I stare back at the mess standing above me, at the blood streaked across his face. Dilated pupils betray his fear—of my reaction or Dylan’s fists? Both?

How is this Miles? The man I thought I’d find waiting for me in the summer sunshine, who spent months persuading me to marry him. The person who in one frozen moment reminded me why I shouldn’t believe in happily ever afters.

“Go,” I repeat in a low voice.

The pair manage to pass Dylan and I’m relieved when the next sound is the door closing and not the crack of bone. I stare at my bright red shoes, my legs stretched in front of me as I support myself with arms behind on the floor.

I fan the 50s style wedding dress around me, smoothing the skirt. I adore the beautiful white dress, the red petticoats matching the bouquet on a table outside. My talented maid of honour and best friend, Audrey, spent hours making this, and now it’s wasted.


I need to find Audrey.

The Californian sun shines through the window, across the polished floor to the nearby white leather sofa. Did Dylan find the pair on there?

“Were they… I mean, when you found them?” I ask, not looking up.

“You don’t want to know.”

“I do, actually.”

“Miles was…” He trails off.

“What, Dylan? Just say it.”

“No. Shit, Myf, I’m sorry.”

Oh, crap, I’m going to puke. I hold a hand over my mouth and turn look into the startling blue eyes of the man convinced he’s defending my honour. All six foot and solid muscle of the ridiculously famous Dylan Morgan, the man pursued by the world. The one with swollen knuckles and a red face.

“Huh.” My stomach continues to twist, my head not catching up with events.

“Should’ve ripped his dick off when I saw them.”

“Please, Dylan. Don’t be stupid. I think you’re in enough trouble.”

“Ha. Miles can do what he likes and that had better include staying away from me. He can report me for assault. Whatever. I don’t give a shit.”

“I bet Sky will give a shit.”

His brow dips in concern. “She’ll understand.”

I look back to my skirts and glance at the sofa. Tears refuse to fall because this isn’t happening. Can’t be.

I pull my thick brown hair from it’s carefully pinned and teased updo, and the locks drop across my shoulders, still kinked from careful styling. Dylan sits beside me, and I rest my head against him as he wraps an arm across my shoulders.

“This sucks,” I say.

“Sucks? That’s an understatement.”

“What a bastard, hey?”

“How are you so calm?”

“I’m an actress, remember?”

“You don’t need to act around me.”

“I know.” But the calm layer sitting on top of the building storm of anger and heartbreak holds. Just.  “Miles can tell everybody what happened. I’m not going out there to face everybody. I’ll find something better to do with my day.”


“Get very, very drunk.” I stand and smooth my skirts. Yes. “Not here though. Not LA. Not this State. I’ll spend the rest of the day somewhere else.”

“Spend the day where?”

Escape plans run through my head. “Shush, I’m thinking.”

Dylan leans back, arms outstretched and palms on the floor. “Myf, you’re being weird. Can you cry, or shout, or something?”

I’m trapped inside a strange place, watching reality happening on the outside, dizzied and desperate to run. My voice rises. “Why? I’m not wasting my energy on him. And I don’t want to stay here to be humiliated, or listen to a parade of sympathy while people whisper behind my back! I have to find Audrey and get the hell away from here, Dylan.”

Dylan stands to face me and I tuck my shaking hands beneath my arms, terrified he might try to hug me. He can’t. I can’t break down. Not yet. Not now.

“Okay. Where do you want to go?” he says in a soft voice. “I’ll make sure you get there safely.”

An escaped tear touches my cheek and I swipe it away. “Vegas.”


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Reprise by Lisa Swallow ~ Countdown and Chapter Reveal

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Today is ONE WEEK until Reprise releases! Today I thought I’d share the first chapter on my blog. This chapter from Riley’s point of view sets the scene for the book so you will find out some secrets — if you don’t want to know until next week maybe skip. If you do, the chapter is at the bottom of the post!


 Drummer Nate Campbell is a ‘Ruby Riot twin’ and that’s all he wants anybody to know. For Nate, girls are a dispensable distraction and the rock star life suits his needs. Nobody will expect him to hand over his heart if he pretends he doesn’t have a one.

Falling for Nate Campbell was the second biggest mistake of Riley Sawyer’s life. When the PR girl worked with the band on a European tour, she earned a reputation as an unapproachable workaholic. One mistake with Nate ruined her reputation, and Riley left vowing never to go anywhere near a tour – or Nate – again.

Two years later, Riley is forced back into the Ruby Riot world. A stolen car, a snowstorm, and Nate’s bloody-mindedness leave the pair stranded together. Nate and Riley cross their thin line between love and hate and discover a connection they don’t want to leave behind when the snow retreats.

Nate knows Riley’s the girl for him but doesn’t want to risk handing her the heart he hides. Riley wants to leave behind her secrets to move on and find love. The problem is, she wants Nate and doesn’t think he can ever be hers – or anybody’s.


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I don’t spend time around Ruby Riot anymore. Ever. Sarah has the pleasure of touring Europe with the band this winter, because there’s no way in hell I’ll travel with that bunch of narcissists again. Or so I thought until today, when my supposedly reliable account manager walked out two dates before the end of the tour — no explanation. Judging by the chaos Sarah left behind, she hasn’t been doing her job properly for weeks.

This leaves me to deal with all the crap hitting the fan, and I’m forced to head up to Newcastle to take over publicity management for the last two shows. I don’t know what pisses me off the most — spending time away from London, or the famous Ruby Riot attitude I’ll face when I get there. Especially from Nate. After two years of avoiding the band, I’m thrown in the deep end and I’m determined to stay afloat.

Traffic clogs the motorways as I head North, and I swear as another idiot ignores the foggy traffic conditions and swerves across two lanes. By the time I arrive at the hotel, I’m two hours late due to the weather, and my nerves are frazzled. Ruby Riot plays their first of two dates at the Arena this evening; they won’t be back until late, and I’m too tired to deal with anything tonight. The crew has muddled through without publicity management for a couple of days; a few more hours with the junior PR girl won’t make a difference.

Beneath my decision to avoid the band tonight lies the real reason. When I first see Nate again, I need to be in a coping mood, and he needs to be sober.

As if that’s likely to ever happen.

Nate Campbell. Ruby Riot drummer and asshole of the decade. I toured with Ruby Riot when they supported Blue Phoenix two years ago and tangled myself with Nate. Not cool. Totally unprofessional behaviour for a PR girl trying to make a name for herself. I made a name all right just not the sort I wanted. When you’re spotted leaving the bathrooms with a rock star adjusting his clothes, people jump to the obvious conclusion. Me? No. I did not have sex with the guy, but I almost did.

And when I turned him down? Within an hour of telling me how I meant more to him than other girls, Nate found a new one; one who’d fall for his bullshit.

I refused to speak to him for a week; the hurt and anger eating away at any feelings I had for him. I told him I couldn’t respect a guy who treated women like shit and he shrugged it off with a ‘whatever’ attitude. I don’t even think he paid proper attention to what I was saying.

The memories I’ve kept dampened down seethe and I mutter under my breath the choice words I keep for Nate.

Everybody who was on the tour thinks the situation is cut and dry: dumb PR girl screws rock star who rejects her and she reacts badly. The jerk never put people straight about the non-sex; too big a dent to his ego, I guess. If I’d made a fuss about denying we had sex, I’m sure some people would’ve taken it as extra evidence that I in fact did.

The only words we’ve exchanged since that night in Paris, in the bathrooms at Hard Rock Café, have been nasty and hurtful. The strength of our hostility is above and beyond how normal people would behave after a failed hook-up. But the situation was more than that. We were more than that  — or Nate fooled me into thinking I was and pulled the rug away until I landed heavily on my ass.

If I’d allowed myself to see what a spoiled, selfish asshole he was from day one this would never have happened. This was a game to him. I was a joke. Our friendly relationship descended into outright nastiness and, after a couple of weeks, I left. I refuse to work with people who treat me like crap.

Now, I’m able to step back into the Ruby Riot world and do my job; I don’t care what Nate thinks. In two days time I can walk away, and hope it’s another two years until we’re forced to spend anytime near each other.

Does Nate know yet? I bet he’s as thrilled at the prospect as I am.

I shake away my brooding on Nate and my situation, and reach for my phone. There’s another person who hates me being in Newcastle as much as I do. Josh. Mum agreed to stay and look after my son at short notice, but she always has.

I said goodbye to Josh this morning before he headed to school; my heart aching at the hurt on his face. In Josh’s five years, I’ve left him too many times while I worked away. Blinkered by my need to succeed and determined to make the best life I could, I’ve made mistakes. Last time this happened, I promised him I wouldn’t stay away for more than a night. I’ve broken that promise again.

Cadence by Lisa Swallow ~ First Chapter Reveal


Today we are sharing the first chapter for CADENCE by Lisa Swallow. This is a contemporary romance title and the start of a brand new series, Ruby Riot! The book will be released November 5th.


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Tegan Hughes joins Blue Phoenix and Ruby Riot on tour, and drummer Bryn isn’t the only one who notices his little sister isn’t a kid anymore.

Jax Lewis is the guitarist for Ruby Riot and the band are rising to success. He’s hot property and loving every minute of his new found fame. Now, he’s on tour supporting Blue Phoenix and living his rock star life to the full. Until Tegan walks into his world and puts the brakes on.

Tegan Hughes is taking a year out and has her sights set on touring Europe with her big brother’s band. Blue Phoenix drummer, Bryn isn’t happy when his sister arrives unannounced at his hotel in Lisbon, but Tegan isn’t the type of person to take no as an answer.

With her big brother breathing down their necks, Jax and Tegan attempt to keep a handle on their growing attraction but that proves harder than they thought. Jax is used to getting whoever and whatever he wants and after kissing Tegan once, he knows one thing…he wants more.

The problem is, Tegan isn’t rock star girlfriend material. She has ambitions of her own and refuses to let anything stand in the way of her plans. But when Jax and Tegan’s relationship becomes public knowledge life becomes a hell of a lot more complicated.

Cadence is the first standalone book in a new rock romance series, Ruby Riot. The series is a spin-off from the Blue Phoenix books but you do not need to read the Blue Phoenix series first.


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Chapter One



Bryn forgets I travelled across Asia on my own, and chooses to ignore the lesson he learned when we were growing up: my big brother doesn’t tell me what to do. In fact, anybody who tries will discover the slender girl who looks younger than her twenty years, and gets far more attention from men than she’d like, isn’t a delicate pushover but a force of nature they can’t control.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not rude – unless you’re rude to me – I just know what I want and aim high. ‘No’ isn’t an answer; it’s a challenge.
Which is why my sour-faced brother is standing in the doorway of his hotel room, arms crossed. My big brother, the rock star, in his uniform of scruffy t-shirt and black jeans, a canvas of ink covering his muscled arms. Unimpressed deep-brown eyes regard me from beneath his curled fringe. This is the mountain-sized guy people at school were scared of, but they never knew he’d go home and have tea parties with his kid sister and her dolls.
Seven years older than me, Bryn left town when I was ten, launched into the stratosphere with Blue Phoenix. On the day he left, Bryn promised my teary, snotty-faced self that one day I could join him and tour with the band.
Guess what day it is today?
“What the actual fuck, Tegan?” growls Bryn. “Where did you come from?”
I flash him a smile. “London.”
“Yeah, I know where you live, but why the hell are you here?” His heavy brow tugs lower.
“Because this is where the taxi brought me from the airport,” I say breezily. “Nice that you’re kicking the tour off in Portugal, I haven’t seen much of Europe yet.”
Bryn composes himself, steps back, and opens the door wider. “Get in here.”
“Sure! Grab my bag then.” I indicate my well-travelled rucksack, tiptoe to plant a kiss on his stubbled cheek, and head inside the air-conditioned room.
A muttering Bryn follows me into his suite. My last travels involved backpacker hostels: bunk beds in shoebox-sized rooms and grotty, shared bathroom facilities of a basic nature. Bryn’s accommodation is a hotel suite the size of the small flat I share with Phoebe. Well, technically I crashed on her sofa several weeks ago and haven’t moved on.
I perch on the blue couch, sinking into the plush cushions and continue to smile sweetly as Bryn half-throws my rucksack across the room.
“So, you forgot to buy my plane ticket and book my room, didn’t you?” I ask.
“I told you it wasn’t a good idea for you to tour with us.”
“Yeah, but you never gave a reason.”
“Apart from I don’t want my baby sister on a Blue Phoenix tour!”
“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not a kid.” I shift and remove my phone from the back pocket of my jeans and check for messages. “Plus, you guys are tame these days.”
Bryn continues to hover by the closed door. “Yeah we are, but there’s plenty around who aren’t. Some of the tour crew don’t do this for the pay; they do it for the perks.”
I screw my nose up. “I haven’t come here to be the perks. I’ll pull my weight. Give me something to do to help out with the tour, and I’ll do it.”
“Like what, Tegan?”
“I don’t know… anything. Find me something Blue Phoenix needs help with, or ask if Ruby Riot needs a bodyguard. Lots of girls want their hands on Jax. Dylan had better watch his king of the rock stars crown.”
Dylan, the lead singer of Blue Phoenix and the man who topped numerous ‘World’s Sexiest men’ lists over the past few years recently married. Now the world’s scrutiny has shifted elsewhere – to the Ruby Riot guitarist, Jax Lewis.
“What?” Bryn misses my teasing tone. “Jax? You want to get close to Ruby Riot, don’t you?”
Seriously? Seven years a rock star and Bryn thinks everything is about sex.
“I was joking! Do I look like I could hold a horde of salivating girls off the pretty-boy rock star?”
Bryn continues to regard me with suspicion and I sigh. “Is there anything to drink?” I ask, and before he can give his indignant response, I add, “Water. I’m tired after the trip. I’m not a big drinker.”
“That’s one good thing…” Bryn disappears and returns with a litre bottle of water, which he throws at me and I deftly catch.
“I’m not interested in who you all are, I just want the experience of doing this. I’ll stick to the background, okay?”
Bryn chews a nail and studies me. “No. I don’t like you around this scene.”
“I promise I won’t tell Mum what naughty things you get up to.”
“Very funny, Tegan. Listen, we’ve mellowed, but this isn’t the environment for a girl.”
My mouth falls open; Bryn doesn’t usually talk down to women. “I’d like to hear you say that to Ruby Riot’s lead singer! She’d have your balls for that.”
“Ruby’s different.”
“Why? She’s not much older than me!”
“Lots of reasons. Tegan, you can’t tour with us.”
“I’m here, aren’t I? Tough.” I put my feet on the nearby low table and drink the water, waiting for Bryn’s next move.
“Jesus!” Bryn drags his phone from his pocket and hits the screen. Watching me with a tired look, he barks at the unfortunate person who answers. “Who’s tour managing? I need their help.”
Bryn walks into the nearby bedroom, continuing his conversation and I shuffle down into the cushions. Best he sorts this soon. I yawn, ignoring my growling stomach and fight against posting a Twitter update about my arrival.
A couple of minutes later, Bryn reappears, crosses toward me, and grabs my arm. “Right. You. Downstairs.”
I drag my arm away. “I’m not leaving!”
“Yeah, not tonight. Come on.” He pulls open the door and heads out.
“Or tomorrow!” I call after him as I follow. The heavy door slams shut behind me. “You promised!”
My voice echoes along the quiet corridor as Bryn strides along the carpeted floor to the elevators.
As I reach him, the elevator door slides open and we step into the confined space. “Does Mum know you came here?” he asks.
“Kind of.”
“Kind of?”
The doors close and I rest against the wall as Bryn hits the button. “I told Mum I was travelling again. She’s cool with what I do as long as I’m back for uni in September.” I pause. “You should take a leaf out of her book and notice that I’ve grown up.”
“I’d noticed,” says Bryn as the elevator moves down, lurching my stomach. “And that is the problem.”


Bryn ushers me to a quiet cafe area close to the lobby, the space filled with empty metal tables surrounded by high-backed upholstered chairs. I sit and pull some cash from my back pocket then grab a menu. “I’m starving.”
“I’ll buy you something. What do you want?”
“No, it’s okay. I can pay my own way.” I offer a Euro note. “Just a sandwich. Any kind is fine.”
He ignores the money and heads off, returning a few moments later with Turkish bread wrapped in paper and a china cup of coffee.
“Thanks, Bryn.”
He sighs. “No problem. I’ll sort you a room once Tina comes down here to do whatever she needs to.”
“Cool, thanks.” I unwrap the sandwich and take a huge bite, savouring the freshness of the cheese and ham. The meal on the plane over here wasn’t enough to fill a child.
I watch him leave, grateful he’s not expecting me to sleep on his sofa, and pull out my phone to post the update I’ve itched to. Since I mentioned – all right, announced – that I was in the privileged position of spending six weeks on tour with Blue Phoenix and Ruby Riot, my daily blog hits have quadrupled. Not to mention my Instagram and Twitter followers. My travel blog suddenly became a whole lot more interesting since I replaced pictures of Thai beaches with rock stars.
After posting a quick update, I sip my latte, deciding these surroundings are definitely better than my friend’s floor in London.
Bryn returns and thrusts a keycard at me. “Room. Go. I’ll bring your bag in a few. I need to sort something out.”
“It had better not been a plane ticket home,” I retort.
Bryn scowls again. What the hell is he behaving like this for? For the last four years, I’ve spoken to him about this; and after three years of nagging, he said when I was eighteen I could come on tour. Blue Phoenix didn’t tour the year I turned eighteen; then the tour last year was cut short amongst all the Blue Phoenix dramas, so I headed overseas while I waited, embarking on a mini-tour of my own. Bryn evidently thought I’d continue to do my own thing and forget about the tour. Wrong. Who’d miss a chance of touring with the world’s biggest rock band?
Blowing Bryn a kiss, which he responds to with a shake of his head, I walk back to the elevator. When I check the number on the keycard, I groan. The same floor as Bryn. I bet he’s booked me in next to him so he can make sure I’m not ravished by the roadies.
I giggle at the image of Bryn following me around and protecting my honour. He probably still thinks I’m a virgin. Right, how many twenty-year-old virgins has he come across in the last few years? Not many, I’ll bet. Not that I’m Miss Sexually Liberated, I had a serious boyfriend at school, and since him, one other guy. Both times the relationship was loving and exclusive, but our lives went in different directions. The backpacking culture saw a lot of bed hopping but that’s not for me.
I step back into the quiet corridor of Bryn’s floor. The setting sun shines through the floor to ceiling window at the opposite end of the long hallway, filtering light across the carpet and creating dazzling rays. From this height, I’ll have an awesome view of the city to add to my collection.
I look over my shoulder at the owner of the voice. My eyes take a moment to focus after staring at the sunlight, until I see a blond guy striding down the hallway. From his swagger, I don’t have to wait for him to approach before I realise who this is.
The guy halts short of me and eyes the colour of sapphire switch from anger to interest as he checks me out. I arch a ‘yeah?’ eyebrow at him and take in the face and physique of the unmistakable Jax Lewis.
This guy’s on the edge between man and boy, his tall frame filled out with hard muscles beneath the t-shirt – I’ve seen the pictures – but he still holds the wiry frame of a teen. The effect he’s having on me is one hundred percent man though, my insides don’t normally disintegrate into molten heat when I look at a guy.
Jax’s blond fringe dips into his eyes as he rubs a finger along his full lips. Is he as lost at what to say to me as I am to him? Surely not. Guys as hot as this are never lost for words. Oh yeah, h-o-t and he knows it because he soon switches to a slow, seductive smile. I’m too busy checking out the way his jeans fit his long legs and picturing myself running my nails across his firm abs to respond to that.
Sorry, big brother but this is going to be tricky.
“How did you find your way up here?” he asks with his oh-so-English accent that melts the hearts and panties of American fans.
“The elevator. I decided the stairs would take too long.”
“You know what I mean! How did you know we were staying here?”
His eyes distract me, a captivating, intense blue, and I return his scrutiny despite the unwanted pulse hike he’s causing.
“Who’s we? You’re not Blue Phoenix.”
“No. Clearly. Is that who you’re looking for? You don’t look like a Phoenix groupie.”
I choke a laugh. “Oh? What do I look like?”
“I have a number of responses to that,” he says in a low voice.
“Yeah, I bet you have a list somewhere.”
Jax grazes his teeth against his lip as he looks at mine. “They always work on girls who know who I am.”
I laugh. Loudly. Judging by his surprised look, he wasn’t expecting my reaction. “Because you’re Jax Lewis? Hey, I’ve met bigger stars than you.”
“Oh. Right, professional groupie then?” He drops his friendliness and stares at my tits instead.
“Not really, so don’t get any ideas.”
“Why hang around on the floor of the hotel two big rock bands are staying in then?”
“Two big rock bands?” I snigger. “One and a half. Don’t get ahead of yourself, now.”
I bite my lip against saying more; I’ve poked a sore spot because his stance stiffens.
“Fine. I suggest you leave before I call security.”
“Mm-hmm.” I check the numbered sign on the wall, locating the direction I need to walk to reach my room. As I head off, Jax appears next to me.
“Where are you going?”
“My room.” I wave the keycard at him.
“Hang on. Are you with the PR team? I haven’t met you, I don’t recognise you.”
“And you always remember a pretty face, huh?”
“If I’d seen you before, I’d remember. Seriously.” He flashes a smile that does nothing to soothe the attraction to him I’m trying to quell, all sensual mouth and sharpening cheekbones. Damn. Something like this was not on my agenda. Something like him.
“Maybe you’ll recognise me next time we meet,” I reply and swipe my keycard.
“You’re with the tour people? You’re not a groupie?”
“Not exactly and no.”
“Who are you then?”
Opening the room door with my shoulder, I point down the hallway to where Bryn has appeared from the elevator. “Ask him.”



The heavy door slams shut behind the girl and I stare as the smooth wood almost hits my face. Weird. I definitely haven’t seen this chick around since the tour entourage arrived yesterday and, as I have a thing for long hair, long legs, and a cute ass like hers, I’d remember this girl.
Bryn heads along the corridor toward me. “Hey, man” he says gruffly as he passes.
“Who’s the chick?”
Bryn halts and spins around. “Which chick? Where?”
“You didn’t see her? Jeez, man, you’d know if you had. Brown-haired girl, long legs, killer body.” Bryn’s brow tugs down and I continue, “I reckon I might be in with a chance, man, she gave me the look.”
“‘The look’?”
“You know, when it’s obvious in a chick’s eyes she wants you naked.”
Bryn’s face hardens further by the moment, and I stop unsure why I’m getting a death stare. Jesus, if Bryn’s stressed like this before the tour kicks off properly, what the hell will he be like on a shit day?
“Did she tell you her name?” he asks.
“Never had the chance, she walked away all coy and mysterious. The girl said you might know who she is.”
“Right. Long brown hair, you said. Tall?”
“Yeah. And beautiful. Like a model.”
Bryn gives a short bark of a laugh. “Don’t get too carried away. She’s attractive, but I wouldn’t go that far. Or is that a line you use on girls, Jax?”
My dumb brain finally switches into gear. “You know her.”
“Oh, yeah, I know her.”
Shit. I thought the girl meant Bryn knew who she was, not this. She’s Bryn’s chick. Why else would his tone harden and look darken? Oh, shit. The girl I’ve seen him with recently must’ve been traded in for a newer model. Nice one, Jax.
“Crap. Sorry, man. Didn’t realise. I’ll back off and she probably wasn’t looking at me like that…” I hold my hands up in apology; telling one of Blue Phoenix I’m intending to hit on his girl is not a great start to the tour. Bryn’s an easy-going guy, but his tense demeanour suggests there’s another side close to the surface. A side I haven’t seen and don’t want to meet.
“Yeah, I suggest you keep your hands off,” he says, voice low and loaded with warning.
“I didn’t realise,” I repeat. “I’m sorry, honest.” Perspiration builds across my back as I wait for his response.
Bryn glances along the hallway. “Where did she go?”
“In there.” I indicate the door.
“Right.” Bryn strides away but passes the room the girl went into.
I continue to the elevator in a daze; the journey from my room to the bar took a very different turn to the one I expected when I walked into the hallway five minutes ago.
If the chick is with Bryn, she’s bad news because I didn’t imagine her reaction to me. I may not have the same experience with women as the Blue Phoenix guys; but I know enough and that was an unmistakable and barely hidden connection. Bryn’s wrong. She’s beautiful but in a larger than life, confident way that’s sexy as hell in a girl. I’d lay bets she knows what she wants and how to get it. Until the conversation with Bryn, I’d swear that was me.
Why do Blue Phoenix always take the girls I want?


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LisaSwallowLisa is an author of new adult romance and writes both paranormal and contemporary, often with a side of snark.
Lisa is originally from the UK but moved to Australia in 2001 and now lives in Perth in Western Australia with her husband, three children and dog.






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