Bad Boy Romance: Nick (Romantic Suspense Alpha Male Romance) (New Adult Rock Star Contemporary Short Stories) (Hard Rock Star Series Book 2) by Jade Allen
Authors: Jade Allen
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last assignment for the magazine. Alex and I had
spoken to Ron when the decision came down, and he’d hired her immediately as
our public relations person, offering her a standard salary; it was, Olivia had
told me after accepting the job, a little less than twice what she’d been making
at the magazine.
The fallout wasn’t as bad as she’d thought it would be.
There were still people who trolled her different social accounts, but for the
most part the industry as a whole didn’t seem to care; I’d told her it happened
all the time, and I was right.
“Hurry your asses up,” Jules called from the front of the
bus. “I want to get back into my own bed and not leave it for three days.”
“That actually sounds like a good plan,” I told Olivia.
“Let’s go back to my place and stay in bed together for the next week.”
“You’d chafe,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “Besides,
there’s no food at your place.”
“We can order in,” I insisted. “Besides, now that we’re off
tour, we have to keep it exciting somehow, right?” she rolled her eyes and
started down the aisle to the front of the bus. I grabbed for her hand and she
let me claim it. I looked around, thinking that of all the possible scenarios I
could have imagined, ending the tour with a serious girlfriend was the last of
my ambitions. But I could understand—finally—why Alex had been the first one
off the bus when we’d arrived at the office where our cars were parked, waiting
for us. I might even agree to let him bring Mary on the next tour if she wanted
to come. There’d be no choice for Olivia; I smirked to myself, thinking that
dating our PR person was one way to guarantee as much time with the woman I
loved as possible. It was a new desire for me: but as Olivia always pointed
out, I was all about novelty. I would do everything I had to, to keep things
new between us, if it meant keeping Olivia. I gave her hand a squeeze as we
stepped off the bus together. I knew we were going to be fine.
THE
END
~Bonus Stories From Red Lily Publishing~
Riding Gabe, The Billionaire Rancher
Vanessa shielded her eyes and squinted
at the weathered “Wolff Equine Center” sign. It was so bright that her
sunglasses did nothing to reduce the glare bouncing off the old roadway.
Nervous and excited, Vanessa mentally ran through the various professional
greetings she'd developed on the drive over; she was going to meet her first
client.
She’d only moved to Ridge Creek
a few days before to work with veterinary legend Hank Mueller and had yet to
unpack her bags. The job offer had come out of the blue, and while the prospect
of leaving her familiar Los Angeles stomping grounds had not been enticing at
first, the cold honest answer was that she needed to break away from her old
life and start over. Seven months of wretched existence on the tail end of a
breakup had beaten her into a rut—she needed a fresh start. What better way to
start over than to move across the country to a small farming town where no one
knew her business? The thought made her smile.
Vanessa drove up a winding
driveway that dipped and rose through lush pasture. Hank said that a good
client, Gabriel, had a problem with his newest intake of horses. Hank had
prompted her to check the facility, specifically mentioning to not make
‘girlie-eyes’ at the client; in his gruff kind of way, Hank was a reassuring
presence. As for the case, colic was a common equine problem; Vanessa imagined
this would be a quick stop-over with pain killers, and then onto the next job.
She bounced in her seat as she
rolled further down the driveway, instinctively slamming the brakes when a
stunning wood and stone-clad lodge broke through the tree line. Looking like a
set prop from a frontier movie, the house sat on a hill of lush lawn and had a
sweeping porch that overlooked the rolling valleys that surrounded the
property. Further back, Vanessa saw a gigantic barn which seemed like
spoken to Ron when the decision came down, and he’d hired her immediately as
our public relations person, offering her a standard salary; it was, Olivia had
told me after accepting the job, a little less than twice what she’d been making
at the magazine.
The fallout wasn’t as bad as she’d thought it would be.
There were still people who trolled her different social accounts, but for the
most part the industry as a whole didn’t seem to care; I’d told her it happened
all the time, and I was right.
“Hurry your asses up,” Jules called from the front of the
bus. “I want to get back into my own bed and not leave it for three days.”
“That actually sounds like a good plan,” I told Olivia.
“Let’s go back to my place and stay in bed together for the next week.”
“You’d chafe,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “Besides,
there’s no food at your place.”
“We can order in,” I insisted. “Besides, now that we’re off
tour, we have to keep it exciting somehow, right?” she rolled her eyes and
started down the aisle to the front of the bus. I grabbed for her hand and she
let me claim it. I looked around, thinking that of all the possible scenarios I
could have imagined, ending the tour with a serious girlfriend was the last of
my ambitions. But I could understand—finally—why Alex had been the first one
off the bus when we’d arrived at the office where our cars were parked, waiting
for us. I might even agree to let him bring Mary on the next tour if she wanted
to come. There’d be no choice for Olivia; I smirked to myself, thinking that
dating our PR person was one way to guarantee as much time with the woman I
loved as possible. It was a new desire for me: but as Olivia always pointed
out, I was all about novelty. I would do everything I had to, to keep things
new between us, if it meant keeping Olivia. I gave her hand a squeeze as we
stepped off the bus together. I knew we were going to be fine.
THE
END
~Bonus Stories From Red Lily Publishing~
Riding Gabe, The Billionaire Rancher
Vanessa shielded her eyes and squinted
at the weathered “Wolff Equine Center” sign. It was so bright that her
sunglasses did nothing to reduce the glare bouncing off the old roadway.
Nervous and excited, Vanessa mentally ran through the various professional
greetings she'd developed on the drive over; she was going to meet her first
client.
She’d only moved to Ridge Creek
a few days before to work with veterinary legend Hank Mueller and had yet to
unpack her bags. The job offer had come out of the blue, and while the prospect
of leaving her familiar Los Angeles stomping grounds had not been enticing at
first, the cold honest answer was that she needed to break away from her old
life and start over. Seven months of wretched existence on the tail end of a
breakup had beaten her into a rut—she needed a fresh start. What better way to
start over than to move across the country to a small farming town where no one
knew her business? The thought made her smile.
Vanessa drove up a winding
driveway that dipped and rose through lush pasture. Hank said that a good
client, Gabriel, had a problem with his newest intake of horses. Hank had
prompted her to check the facility, specifically mentioning to not make
‘girlie-eyes’ at the client; in his gruff kind of way, Hank was a reassuring
presence. As for the case, colic was a common equine problem; Vanessa imagined
this would be a quick stop-over with pain killers, and then onto the next job.
She bounced in her seat as she
rolled further down the driveway, instinctively slamming the brakes when a
stunning wood and stone-clad lodge broke through the tree line. Looking like a
set prop from a frontier movie, the house sat on a hill of lush lawn and had a
sweeping porch that overlooked the rolling valleys that surrounded the
property. Further back, Vanessa saw a gigantic barn which seemed like
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