Can their happiness survive when misunderstandings collide with electric attraction, and past drama resurges to threaten to destroy all they have created?
From a young age, aspiring musician Jessica Baker has made it a point to never rely on anyone other than herself. After all, in her experience, people, along with success, are both fleeting. However, when Kai Halara joins her tour, all of her preconceived notions are demolished.Can their happiness survive when misunderstandings collide with electric attraction, and past drama resurges to threaten to destroy all they have created?
Kai’s first sight of Jessica had hit him like a freight train.
He watched her as she focused on each speaker. Her manager should have been there but, for whatever reason, either hadn’t been invited to this particular meeting or hadn’t shown. Her questions showed that she’d done her research and wasn’t relying on those around her to advise the correct steps.
That much poise in a woman twenty-five years old was remarkable. The haunted maturity in her didn’t match the shining blonde hair and full lips. He didn’t go for blondes as a matter of preference—or women as young as Jessica. Though some might not think so, ten years was a big difference.
“Will the fans be expecting CDs at the merch table? Or is it a waste of time? In the past, artists would sign them at their table after the show, but all the teens download stuff, not buy physical copies.” Gordon focused on Kai.
He started to answer when Dirk cut in.
“It’s never a bad idea to have bespoke merchandise. The buyers for that will skew older, but we might draw in some who are younger. We’ve got T-shirts, stickers, and koozies. Those are what I have found move the needle more than the music. Though CDs are faded in popularity, some still want them. If we had more money, I would have done something in a limited edition but didn’t have the funds.”
“What do you think, Kai?” Gordon’s voice echoed across the conference table, almost as a challenge.
Country was a form of music Kai wasn’t that familiar with. Apposite had been a rock label, specializing in hard rock and speed metal. Apposite. His failed venture. It had been a long shot when he started it, but he had always been persistent and assumed he could tough it out and make the endeavor a success in time.
In that, he’d been wrong.
He cleared his throat, surprised that Gordon had addressed him. Kai studied Jess’ picture on the back of the CD. The picture wasn’t like the real-life woman. This was every bit a professional portrait, with her hair teased out and blown straight, the wind lifting it just back from her face. She had a white dress on, creating a sexy yet virginal effect.
The real Jessica Baker had her own raw sensuality that called to him in a way he had no business entertaining.
“I am with Dirk. She can sign the liner notes on the physical copies. We will have postcards and download cards for those who buy it online. Dirk’s got the right idea for merch. Patches are good too, if you are still searching for suggestions. Those should cover our bases.”
Gordon nodded and started speaking to Dirk in low tones.
Studying the real-life woman in front of the conference table, Kai decided he liked her better today than in the glamour shot on the CD. Her hair had a natural wave to it and curled down her back. She had more makeup on than he was expecting, with a smoky liner around her lids and mascara. Her peasant blouse was in a muted green that complemented her skin, jeans and cowboy boots completing the outfit.
“Kai?”
He focused on Ally Wilson with the CD still in his hand. “Yes?”
“Did you have any input on the set list? We’re going to end with ‘Susan the Magician,’ of course, since that’s the first release, but any opinions about the rest?”
He reviewed what they had said about the song choices, though he hadn’t been giving it his full concentration. “I would move the third song to be second so you’ve got a break between tempos, but it’s a short set, so it won’t make that much of a difference either way.”
“Great. Thanks. I’ll talk to her manager. Appreciate the input. Jess, will you sign the CDs?”
If it wasn’t his imagination, Jessica’s attention flicked to him before landing on Ally. Kai struggled to keep his face neutral.
“Of course I will. Give me all you have. And a pen.”
The meeting broke, and Kai wondered why Gordon had forced all of them to attend this thing in person. Perhaps the label president meant it as a flex to show his power.
Ally lingered as the rest filed out of the conference room, leaving Kai and Jess behind. Those folks had offices, but Kai did not. He worked from home, making this even stranger. The entire thing had been unnecessary.
He approached Jess as she signed. He resisted the urge to turn on his heel and walk away when she raised her head to acknowledge him. No matter his reason, she would take it a different way.
You should have kept your distance.
Too late now.
He watched her as she focused on each speaker. Her manager should have been there but, for whatever reason, either hadn’t been invited to this particular meeting or hadn’t shown. Her questions showed that she’d done her research and wasn’t relying on those around her to advise the correct steps.
That much poise in a woman twenty-five years old was remarkable. The haunted maturity in her didn’t match the shining blonde hair and full lips. He didn’t go for blondes as a matter of preference—or women as young as Jessica. Though some might not think so, ten years was a big difference.
“Will the fans be expecting CDs at the merch table? Or is it a waste of time? In the past, artists would sign them at their table after the show, but all the teens download stuff, not buy physical copies.” Gordon focused on Kai.
He started to answer when Dirk cut in.
“It’s never a bad idea to have bespoke merchandise. The buyers for that will skew older, but we might draw in some who are younger. We’ve got T-shirts, stickers, and koozies. Those are what I have found move the needle more than the music. Though CDs are faded in popularity, some still want them. If we had more money, I would have done something in a limited edition but didn’t have the funds.”
“What do you think, Kai?” Gordon’s voice echoed across the conference table, almost as a challenge.
Country was a form of music Kai wasn’t that familiar with. Apposite had been a rock label, specializing in hard rock and speed metal. Apposite. His failed venture. It had been a long shot when he started it, but he had always been persistent and assumed he could tough it out and make the endeavor a success in time.
In that, he’d been wrong.
He cleared his throat, surprised that Gordon had addressed him. Kai studied Jess’ picture on the back of the CD. The picture wasn’t like the real-life woman. This was every bit a professional portrait, with her hair teased out and blown straight, the wind lifting it just back from her face. She had a white dress on, creating a sexy yet virginal effect.
The real Jessica Baker had her own raw sensuality that called to him in a way he had no business entertaining.
“I am with Dirk. She can sign the liner notes on the physical copies. We will have postcards and download cards for those who buy it online. Dirk’s got the right idea for merch. Patches are good too, if you are still searching for suggestions. Those should cover our bases.”
Gordon nodded and started speaking to Dirk in low tones.
Studying the real-life woman in front of the conference table, Kai decided he liked her better today than in the glamour shot on the CD. Her hair had a natural wave to it and curled down her back. She had more makeup on than he was expecting, with a smoky liner around her lids and mascara. Her peasant blouse was in a muted green that complemented her skin, jeans and cowboy boots completing the outfit.
“Kai?”
He focused on Ally Wilson with the CD still in his hand. “Yes?”
“Did you have any input on the set list? We’re going to end with ‘Susan the Magician,’ of course, since that’s the first release, but any opinions about the rest?”
He reviewed what they had said about the song choices, though he hadn’t been giving it his full concentration. “I would move the third song to be second so you’ve got a break between tempos, but it’s a short set, so it won’t make that much of a difference either way.”
“Great. Thanks. I’ll talk to her manager. Appreciate the input. Jess, will you sign the CDs?”
If it wasn’t his imagination, Jessica’s attention flicked to him before landing on Ally. Kai struggled to keep his face neutral.
“Of course I will. Give me all you have. And a pen.”
The meeting broke, and Kai wondered why Gordon had forced all of them to attend this thing in person. Perhaps the label president meant it as a flex to show his power.
Ally lingered as the rest filed out of the conference room, leaving Kai and Jess behind. Those folks had offices, but Kai did not. He worked from home, making this even stranger. The entire thing had been unnecessary.
He approached Jess as she signed. He resisted the urge to turn on his heel and walk away when she raised her head to acknowledge him. No matter his reason, she would take it a different way.
You should have kept your distance.
Too late now.
Cool, competent Terri August is nothing like her love-crazed self of ten years earlier, obsessed with rock star Clarke Masters, who called her his stalker. But when he appears as her label's new A&R rep, she's shocked to find he doesn't know her. Her logical side tells her to stay away from him, but every time she looks into those familiar emerald eyes, awareness sizzles along her nerve endings.
Clarke's substance abuse in previous years has left holes in his memory and his life in chaos. He's looking for redemption, not romance, but his searing attraction to Terri shatters everything he knew about desire and makes him feel alive. Uncovering her secrets and facing his demons may be his only way to a new life.
Dirk never intended to be in Los Angeles, but a shattered reputation forced him to take desperate measures. He wants to repair his name and get out of the sprawling city. Ally's haunting curves and undeniable appeal won't change that, much as he yearns for her.
Their coming together is inevitable, as is the waiting disaster if their relationship becomes known. Can two damaged souls find happiness—or will their pasts destroy them?
Claire can’t remember a time when writing wasn’t part of her life. Growing up, she used to write stories with her friends. As a teenager she started out reading fantasy and science fiction, but her diet quickly changed to romance and happily-ever-after’s. A native of Massachusetts and cold weather, she left all that behind to move to the sun and fun of California, but has always lived no more than twenty miles from the ocean.
In college she studied acting with a minor in creative writing. In hindsight she should have flipped course studies. Before she was published, she sold books on eBay and discovered some of her favorite authors by sampling the goods, which was the perfect solution. Claire has many book-irons in the fire, most notably her urban fantasy series, The Elementals’ Challenge series, but writes contemporary and shifter romances as well as.
While she’s not a movie mogul or actor, she does work in the film industry with her office firmly situated in the 90210 district of Hollywood. Prone to break out into song, she is quick on feet and just as quick with snappy dialogue. In addition to writing she does animal rescue, reads, and goes to movies. She loves to hear from fans, so feel free to drop her a line.
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