If you’re anything like me, music is a constant part of your life. I love finding new bands and musicians whose music moves me. So it’s no surprise I love to write about music too.
I also love to write flawed characters. In Rock Bottom, my contemporary romance from Lyrical Press, both the hero and heroine are sometimes too stubborn, and too leery of taking a chance. At his manager’s urging, Jet Trently’s stuck performing the same old music, and now is contracted for a second season of the awful reality dating show, Rock Bottom.
Billie Prescott’s a rock journalist, and somewhat of a music snob. Like me, she loves her music fresh. Though she idolized Jet as a teenager, now his music bores her. Things are just beginning to heat up with her editor when he assigns her a long-term story far from Philadelphia. Billie arrives in Malibu with a chip on her shoulder.
Here’s a mini-excerpt:
Billie affected a sharp business tone. “Already did. I’m Billie Prescott from Strung Out. My editor spoke with Mr. Gilbert about covering the show?”
Jet’s eyes widened. “You’re Billie Prescott?”
Billie had a feeling she’d just made Jet’s Lust Have list, though she had no doubt the list, if printed, would require reams of paper. If he licked his lips, she’d be out of there before he could retract his tongue. “You’re expecting me, aren’t you?”
“Billie Prescott, yes. You--no.” His appreciative gaze wandered the length of her.
The trio chuckled in unison.
Like she didn’t get that same response every freakin’ time. Biting back a snide reply, she forced out, “Do you have an information packet for me? Something that will help me catch up on where season one ended?”
Stu glanced at Jet. “Cindy can put something together.”
Jet tilted his head. “Not a fan, eh?”
If she didn’t know better, she’d think he appeared pleased.
Wrinkling her nose, she grinned. Let that be answer enough.
“Pity you weren’t a contestant.” He arched a brow and turned to the third man. “Now there’s an idea.”
Rock Bottom’s available from Lyrical Press.
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