![Wicked: Tempt Me Not [Wicked Series Book 1]](/res/aob/book1.jpg)
for them was magnificent. It was small, but still stood two stories tall, and surrounded by nothing but trees.
Holly walked across the pebbled driveway to the front door.
Her eyes widened when she got her first look inside the cabin. High vaulted ceilings in rich dark wood hung invitingly over the upper loft where she could see the only bedroom. Furnishings in dark oranges and reds adorned the entire room. Her gaze scanned the living area and she smiled when she saw the ornate fireplace and soft rugs and pillows that were scattered around.
Large picture windows made up most of the outer walls and brought the lush greenery of the outdoors right inside her little paradise. She walked toward the sliding-glass doors that led to a small wooden deck and stepped outside.
A stream ran through the trees and trickled small waterfalls right below the deck. The sound was hypnotizing. She leaned against the railing, staring out across the mountain and spotted a well-beaten path along the pebbled drive.
Walking back inside, she made her way to the front door. There was only one way to find out where that path led and besides, what else did she have to do?
* * * *
"Enjoy your stay."
Devin gave the driver a nod. He watched him pull away, picked up his bags, and started for the cabin.
The door opened easily and he shrugged at the idea of the cabins not being locked. Walking inside, he couldn't help but smile as he took in his surroundings. It was everything his manager said it was and more.
He noticed the lack of TV upon entering. Even though he came to lay low and work on his music, he wasn't sure how long it would take before he went stir crazy with no outside noise other than that of nature.
Walking into the large kitchen that sat to the left of the front door, Devin made his way to the refrigerator and opened it. His eyes widened when he saw the wine bottles. “Trying to test me, Curt?” He grinned, shutting the door without another look.
He walked to the living room, grabbing his guitar on the way, and sat on the sofa facing the fireplace. He pulled the instrument from its case and his fingers leisurely strummed the strings, the soft tune he'd been working on coming to him easily.
The gentle sounds of the stream outside lulled him into playing the soft melody he'd been toying with for weeks. It was nothing like the other songs he'd written but something about this tune calmed him. Of course it was only a few riffs. The lyrics eluded him. He wasn't even sure there were any. His fans probably wouldn't go for it anyway. They preferred their music hard and raw. This stuff would make them think he'd lost his touch. Maybe he had.
Sitting back, he laid his guitar aside and stared into the unlit fireplace, leaning his head against the sofa and closing his eyes.
The past year of his life played behind his closed eyelids, each memory bringing another bitter thought to his mind. He was screwed. No doubt about it. His band mates hated him, his reckless behavior doing more harm to them than he'd thought. If the band couldn't get work, they suffered as well. His only hope was Curt, his manager.
Devin knew if Curt couldn't repair the damage he'd single-handedly created, he could kiss his career goodbye. His band mates were already thinking of moving on to other things.
Curt had a lot of ass kissing to do in his absence.
He didn't know how long he sat there contemplating his existence. Opening his eyes, he saw the darkening sky outside the picture windows. The sun rested low over the mountain, the tree limbs swaying softly in the breeze, and the room had chilled in the short amount of time he'd been there.
Standing, he made his way to the fireplace and began building up the wood to start a fire. Although he knew the days were quite comfortable, the nights could get cold. You would think living in New York would have prepared him for the chill but he knew the breeze blowing through the mountains stung to the bone once the sun set.
As
Holly walked across the pebbled driveway to the front door.
Her eyes widened when she got her first look inside the cabin. High vaulted ceilings in rich dark wood hung invitingly over the upper loft where she could see the only bedroom. Furnishings in dark oranges and reds adorned the entire room. Her gaze scanned the living area and she smiled when she saw the ornate fireplace and soft rugs and pillows that were scattered around.
Large picture windows made up most of the outer walls and brought the lush greenery of the outdoors right inside her little paradise. She walked toward the sliding-glass doors that led to a small wooden deck and stepped outside.
A stream ran through the trees and trickled small waterfalls right below the deck. The sound was hypnotizing. She leaned against the railing, staring out across the mountain and spotted a well-beaten path along the pebbled drive.
Walking back inside, she made her way to the front door. There was only one way to find out where that path led and besides, what else did she have to do?
* * * *
"Enjoy your stay."
Devin gave the driver a nod. He watched him pull away, picked up his bags, and started for the cabin.
The door opened easily and he shrugged at the idea of the cabins not being locked. Walking inside, he couldn't help but smile as he took in his surroundings. It was everything his manager said it was and more.
He noticed the lack of TV upon entering. Even though he came to lay low and work on his music, he wasn't sure how long it would take before he went stir crazy with no outside noise other than that of nature.
Walking into the large kitchen that sat to the left of the front door, Devin made his way to the refrigerator and opened it. His eyes widened when he saw the wine bottles. “Trying to test me, Curt?” He grinned, shutting the door without another look.
He walked to the living room, grabbing his guitar on the way, and sat on the sofa facing the fireplace. He pulled the instrument from its case and his fingers leisurely strummed the strings, the soft tune he'd been working on coming to him easily.
The gentle sounds of the stream outside lulled him into playing the soft melody he'd been toying with for weeks. It was nothing like the other songs he'd written but something about this tune calmed him. Of course it was only a few riffs. The lyrics eluded him. He wasn't even sure there were any. His fans probably wouldn't go for it anyway. They preferred their music hard and raw. This stuff would make them think he'd lost his touch. Maybe he had.
Sitting back, he laid his guitar aside and stared into the unlit fireplace, leaning his head against the sofa and closing his eyes.
The past year of his life played behind his closed eyelids, each memory bringing another bitter thought to his mind. He was screwed. No doubt about it. His band mates hated him, his reckless behavior doing more harm to them than he'd thought. If the band couldn't get work, they suffered as well. His only hope was Curt, his manager.
Devin knew if Curt couldn't repair the damage he'd single-handedly created, he could kiss his career goodbye. His band mates were already thinking of moving on to other things.
Curt had a lot of ass kissing to do in his absence.
He didn't know how long he sat there contemplating his existence. Opening his eyes, he saw the darkening sky outside the picture windows. The sun rested low over the mountain, the tree limbs swaying softly in the breeze, and the room had chilled in the short amount of time he'd been there.
Standing, he made his way to the fireplace and began building up the wood to start a fire. Although he knew the days were quite comfortable, the nights could get cold. You would think living in New York would have prepared him for the chill but he knew the breeze blowing through the mountains stung to the bone once the sun set.
As
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