Page 86 of Torrid Little Passion

Two.

"Happy New Year," Mya states, the unease in her voice apparent.

"Yeah, Happy New Year," Gia echoes, looking at Max whose face is unreadable, even for me.

Not how I planned to start the new year, but at least Mya's by my side. And Max will figure his shit out. One day. Or he'll crash and burn. Who knows?

It's not my story to tell. Mine has a happily ever after because I have my girl. My dove.

She is my new beginning. My love. And one day, she'll be my forever.

I looooove Brady!And I hope you guys did too. Mya is his perfect match in every way and this has been one of my favorite books to write in this series. So far, anyway.

You can find a bonus scene for themhere.

There are still a few members of the group that have yet to find love, but it’s on the horizon. And next up, our resident rock star, Colt, gets his chance. Keep reading for a sneak peak atTangled Little Truths.

I kissed her and she ran.

She was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen and the way she was looking at me that night, the electric charge between us, had my jeans feeling snug the entire show. When I found her standing alone between sets, I couldn’t help but approach her.

It wasn’t my intention to kiss her. I should have gotten to know her first. Asked her more than her name. But after watching her while I sang my heart out, I wasn’t thinking straight.

That was more than three years ago. When we were both naïve freshmen.

I’ve been watching her ever since. From afar. Like a crazy stalker. (Not my proudest admission.)

She’s even more beautiful than the first time I laid eyes on her. So when I walk into the rec center and find her waiting for me, alone, with lust in her eyes, I pounce. Again. Like an idiot.

Only this time, I don’t feel an ounce of regret because I don’t plan on letting her run away from me again. She’s been my inspiration for years and it’s about damn time she figured it out.

There’s only one way I can do that… I need to sing her the song I wrote about that night.

About her.

I could try to slowly weasel my way into her heart the way she has mine over the years, but I’m sick of wasting time. I want her to be mine today.

Tomorrow.

Forever.

Because the truth is… I’ve been hers since that very first night.

ChapterOne

Another night.Another dive bar.

We’ve played here before, though I don’t remember it smelling this ripe. Like someone took a piss in the corner, and instead of mopping it up with soap and water, they used stale beer. Then there’s the faint scent of body odor lingering in the air. And every time the front door opens, the chill of the winter air pushing in, all the toxic smells swirl around me and cause my stomach to churn a little more.

If Nash didn’t love this place so much, I’d never set foot back in here. But we always put it to a vote when we’re offered a gig, and since Nash and Ace are best friends, I tend to get out voted.

Like last night, when the owner of the bar called, begging us to play tonight after their regular Thursday night band backed out. I immediately sent the guys a text, even though I knew what the decision would be.

ME: BJ’s is asking if we want to take the ten o’clock slot tomorrow night.

NASH: Hell yes! Love that place.

ACE: I’m game.

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