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(RockStars of Romance Book 1)
Apr 4th - Apr 11th
Cash Myers is a "sensitive singer/songwriter" that has captured the hearts of fangirls around the world with his music. Savannah is a gossip blogger and self-proclaimed SUPERFAN. After one encounter, 8 years ago before Cash became internationally known, Savannah has been his #1 fan. When their paths cross again, their attraction to each other is undeniable and a FANGIRL'S dream weekend in New York City brings Savannah and Cash even closer. No one believes that their feelings for each other are real, especially Cash's management. At 27 years old, Savannah's parents expect her to "step away from the computer and GET A REAL JOB" while her twin sister is over the moon that Savannah will forever be the one who disappointed her civil rights activist parents by bringing a white boy home to meet the family. Everyone they know is doing everything they can to keep Savannah and Cash apart. How can they even consider being together when social stigmas and self-created drama keep forcing them apart?
He caught the eye of a tall busty brunette in tight shorts, a shimmering top, and stripper heels. She was gorgeous, like swimsuit model gorgeous and definitely throwing sex me vibes his way. That was the problem with making appearances without Victoria on his arm. Girls were bold when she wasnât around to lay claim to her man.
Cash stood up and walked over to the girl. She adjusted her shirt to show off a little more of her best feature, a nice pair of surgically enhancedâ¦hmmm, 36Ds, Cash guessed. His eyes roamed over her statuesque body. Cash slid behind her and lightly gripped her hips.
âYouâre kinda cute,â Cash said in her ear. âWhatâs your name?â
âShana. And youâre Cash Myers.â
âThe one and only.â
âToo bad for that,â Shana smiled. âThe world could use more Cash.â
âI donât think so, my dear. The world canât handle more than one of me.â
Their flirty banter continued as Cash led Shana to the middle of the dance floor. Two beers and two shots of Patron had lowered his inhibitions but they hadnât made him stupid. Shana was good for a few ass-to-groin dances and heâd probably leave with her number, however, thatâs as far as it would go. Until Victoria said otherwise, he was unavailable. She wasnât getting the chance to turn this situation around on him and make him the bad guy.
After two dances, Tracy tapped Cash on his shoulder. Much to Shanaâs disappointment, he removed his hands from her hips and turned to face his publicist.
âWhat?â he shouted.
Tracy pointed to a small group, two guys and a girl, standing by the bar sipping on Club Reignâs signature drink, the Mongolian Motherfucker. Vodka, rum, gin, sloe gin, 151, Southern Comfort, triple sec, orange juice, cranberry juice, and grenadineâ¦heâd had a quite a few in his day, but never the night before a show.
âThatâs Savannah Ford and her friends,â Tracy explained. âShe wants to do a feature on you for her website. Go over, say hi, and answer a few questions then we can get out of here.â
Cash had no idea who Savannah Ford was, but he stared across the club at the brown-skinned, curly haired girl trying her hardest not to make it so incredibly obvious that she was staring at him too. She was gorgeous, in a sexy bohemian girl next-door kind of way. Her eyes sparkled with a twinkle that one Mongolian Motherfucker usually caused. She didnât have the aggressive and cold look of someone angling for a story. In fact, she appeared to be having a great time with her two friends and he being there wasnât going to change that.
The flashing strobe lights made her belly ring sparkle. Cash could make out that she had a rather large tattoo on her side. Her halter top only partially revealed the pattern. He couldnât make out what it was. It didnât matter. Girls with tattoos were hot as hell!
âWhatâs the name of her blog?â Cash asked Tracy, assuming the girl was just another gossip blogger.
âItâs called FanGirl Squeal. Itâs cute,â Tracy replied.
Cash rolled his eyes. âAre you serious? What is sheâ¦twelve? Howâd she get in here?â
âSheâs a year younger than me,â Tracy scolded. âI know how you feel about bloggers, but Iâve checked out her site. Sheâs never written anything negative about you, Cash. I didnât even see one paparazzi picture of you so sheâs not paying anyone for her content. Sheâs one of the good ones.â
Although Cash trusted the opinion of his publicist, he disliked gossip bloggers. No matter what they said, entertainment blogs or whatever they chose to call themselves, at the end of the day, they were all always in his business and invading his personal life. He didnât like it. For once, heâd just like to do an interview and talk about his latest album, not where he and Victoria were getting married or when they were going to have kids.
will be published by Pink Neon Publishing
Jackie Chanel is a contemporary romance author and self proclaimed badass. Her writing career began in high school when she began writing short romance stories about her celebrity crushes. Her very first novel was penned while she was a senior in Youngstown, Ohio. She insists that no one will ever read it.
Jackie studied at Georgia State University and currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia. When sheâs not writing or daydreaming, she can often be found drooling over the latest Chanel shoes or playing around on her tumblr blog with a cup of coffee in hand and a little Mayer or Hendrix in the background.
Her characters are a reflection of the people she has encountered along her writing journey and her books are often inspired by her favorite thing, music.
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