Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 31, 2015
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Pop
star Abby Murphy is living every girl’s dream. She has fame, fortune,
and a handsome boyfriend, a guitar player named Sean. That changes the
night she finds him in the arms of another woman. Hurt and betrayed,
Abby ends their relationship. But Sean won't accept the breakup, and she
soon learns that he’s had a hidden agenda all along. Overnight, Sean
transforms from loving boyfriend to dangerous adversary, and Abby no
longer knows who she can trust among her friends and family.
Abby
turns to her bodyguard, Danny Nucci, a man who will do everything in
his power to keep her safe. But when Abby realizes her feelings for
Danny run much deeper than she thought, she refuses to give in to her
attraction in order to preserve her new found independence as well as
protect Danny from Sean's machinations.
When
Abby finally finds the strength to reclaim her life and acknowledge her
growing love for Danny, will she be able to let him in? And will Danny
be able to overcome his own demons to be the man she needs him to be? Or
will she be forced to let him go forever?
Abby
sagged against the elevator wall, completely exhausted from her long
day. All she wanted now was the hot bath Sean had promised, followed by
blissful sleep. Sophie, along with her personal security detail, Danny
Nucci and Ron Miller, stepped into the elevator with her.
“That wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been,” Sophie said.
“Danny
was lucky enough to get cornered by that woman.” Ron chuckled and
pressed the buttons for their floors. “Left me to hold back all the
squealing teenagers.”
Abby
fought the urge to roll her eyes. The woman was gross. She was dressed
like a cheap whore. And, she was there with her daughter, not at some
nightclub. She wouldn’t leave Danny alone.
“You could’ve given me some help. She was disgusting.” He shook his head exaggeratedly.
“She was quite fond of you.” Abby laughed to mask her real feelings.
“Not one of you tried to intervene. I’m gonna need to shower for a week in order to get her perfume out of my nose. She reeked.”
“Yeah, you do smell pretty,” Abby goaded.
“I’ll remember this. Just wait,” Danny warned as the elevator door opened to Sophie’s floor.
“Night.” Sophie gave Abby a quick peck on the cheek before she stepped off the elevator.
“Night.” Abby waited inside the elevator with Danny. He held the door open while Ron walked Sophie to her room.
“So, what are your plans for the rest of the night? A late night rendezvous with the smelly cougar?” Abby teased.
“Aren’t
you the funny one this evening. Well, baby doll, it’s two-thirty in the
morning, so I’m thinking sleep. Why? Did you have something in mind?”
She
got lost for a minute in his deep-brown eyes that sparkled with
mischief. She’d always thought he was hot, but she was caught off guard
by the desire to touch his cheek, to smooth her fingertips over his
dimples. This visceral reaction to Danny kept happening more and more
frequently, no matter how much she tried to suppress it.
“Um, you still with me, Abby?”
She
blinked, and her cheeks flushed with heat. “Oh, you want me to answer
you?” she laughed to cover up her embarrassment. She didn’t want him to
realize she’d been daydreaming about how rough his five o’ clock shadow
would feel against the flat of her tongue. “I told you how I feel about
your stupid nicknames.” She tried to sound pissed, but didn’t pull it
off.
Ron
laughed as he entered the elevator and pressed the button for their
floor. Danny glared at him for a moment then started laughing with him.
Abby changed the subject. Much safer that way. “What time are we heading out in the morning?”
“Oh-nine-hundred hours,” Danny replied.
“Okay,
Drill Sergeant, I’ll be ready.” The elevator dinged, and the doors
opened to the semi-private floor which held the suite she shared with
Sean, along with another across the hall where Danny and Ron stayed.
“Well,
Military Man, it’s been a pleasure. I’m gonna go pass the hell out.
Have a good night. See ya, Ron.” She waved over her shoulder as she slid
her keycard through the electronic lock. When the reader beeped and the
green light came on, she gave the men one last smile before entering
her suite.
She
closed the door and removed the nude color platform pumps from her
aching feet. Clearly, her shoes were made for showing, not walking. She
made her way into the large sunken living room; the muted neon glow from
the Vegas strip was the only light in the room.
“Sean?” Abby called on her way to the bedroom. She dropped her shoes next to the dresser.
Sean
wasn’t there, even though he’d said he would be. Abby blew out a puff
of air, annoyed with herself for believing him, yet again. She wasn’t
lying when she said she’d reached her limit, but that didn’t matter when
he knew that it wasn’t up to her anyway. Her mother would never let her
leave him. She had plans, and it didn’t matter what Abby wanted. Abby
turned the light on then dug into her bag for her phone. It wasn’t
there. “Fuck,” she muttered. She picked up the hotel phone and dialed
Sean’s number. It went to voicemail. She hung up. There was no point in
leaving a message.
She dialed back to the operator and asked to be connected to Sophie’s room.
“Hey, sorry to bother you, but do you have my phone?”
“No, I don’t think so, but let me look. Hold on.”
Abby
chewed her lip, thinking about Sean. Where the hell was he? Worse, who
was he with? A hard knot formed in her stomach as she thought about what
he might be doing.
“Hey,” Sophie said. “I don’t have it.”
“I
must’ve left it in my dressing room.” Typical, considering the way her
luck had been tonight. “Sean’s not here. You know what that means.” She
sighed. “I’m gonna go find my phone.”
“Why do you even bother with him anymore? We’ve hashed this out before.”
“It’s
late. Can we talk about this later? He’s not here and right now I can’t
even think about what that means, but I know I need my phone.” She was
sick of it all.
“You shouldn’t go alone.”
“It’ll take twenty minutes. Quick and easy.” Thankfully the arena was connected to the hotel.
“Okay, but ask one of the boys to go.”
“They’ve
had a long night. I don’t want to bother them. I won’t be long, and
besides, you’ll know where I am. When I find my phone, I’ll call you.”
“Abby! Tell them. I get that you’re upset, because Sean’s disappeared…again but don’t do something stupid.”
“Fine. Will you come with?”
“I’ll meet you at the elevator.”
“Perfect.
Thanks.” Abby slipped on a pair of flats and unhooked the panic button
from her purse and attached it to her bracelet. Danny insisted that she
wear the damn thing. She insisted that it looked good as a charm she
could wear hanging from wrist or attached to her purse. After all,
security was important, but appearances could make or break her career.
She didn’t want it to look like she had a tracking device on her.
Abby
double-checked that her keycard was in her pocket before she let her
door close behind her, then she jabbed the call button for the elevator.
She was about to knock on the door to Danny and Ron’s suite, but a ding
sounded behind her and announced the arrival of the elevator. “Damn.”
She decided to call the guys when she got her phone and hurried into the
elevator before the doors could slide shut without her.
Debra
is a native New Yorker who made her escape to the suburbs. She often
returns to her hometown to visit her favorite deli for a bagel with
butter, because there’s no better bagel than a New York bagel. When not
in search of bagels, Debra spends her time running Book Enthusiast
Promotions, an online promotions company that helps indie authors spread
the word about their books. She’s also the owner of The Book Enthusiast
blog.
She
started writing lyrics in her wall-to-wall NKOTB bedroom at the tender
age of thirteen while dreaming of the day she’d become Mrs. Jordan
Knight. That dream never came to fruition, but she has continued to
write.
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