Title: String Me
Series: Jaded Ivory Series
Author: Rebecca Brooke
Genre: Contemporary Romance (Rockstars)
Release Date: April 25, 2019
Cover Design: Sommer Stein - Perfect Pear
Vegas
At least, it sounded like a good idea at the time. I mean what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?
Not so much.
Not when I make rash decisions and the whole world was there to catch my stupidity on camera. But this time...
This time, I took someone down with me and she didn’t deserve any of the sh*t being thrown her way.
The band is pissed I screwed up again.
She's being unfairly hounded by the paparazzi.
I regret everything that's happened.
What happens in Vegas doesn't always stay there.
But the bad press isn’t my fault. Things have to go right at some point.
Don’t they?
A week in Vegas sounded like exactly what I needed. Lights, bars, and women.
The pounding grew louder. I rolled my eyes and opened the link. Definitely the way to get my mind off of everything. I purchased the tickets for the last flight tonight. After a quick call to the Bellagio, I was set up in a suite for the next week.
I checked the time. I had enough to pack and get to the airport for my flight. I took a suitcase out of my closet.
“Dammit, Monty. Open the fucking door.”
Jackson could stand at the door all night and yell. It wasn’t stopping me from getting on that plane. I opened the suitcase on the bed and pulled the essentials out of my drawers. Within ten minutes, I had my clothes packed and walked into the en suite to grab the toiletries I’d need. The knocking still hadn’t stopped.
Dropping a few things for the plane ride into a bookbag, I zipped up both bags and ordered an Uber. Rolling my shoulders back, I tugged the bag off the bed and went to the door. I popped the lock and opened it to find the entire band standing in the hall outside my room.
“Fucking finally,” Jackson said. “I thought you were going to stay in there all night.”
I shrugged. “Nope. Gotta be somewhere.” I took a step forward, dragging the suitcase behind me.
Heath noticed the bag first. “Where are you going?”
“Away from all this.” I didn’t bother to stop on my way to the front door. Suddenly, it seemed they all had loads of time to spend together.
“Without telling us where you’re going?” Mari’s voice had taken on a tone we didn’t often hear and when you did you knew she was pissed.
I turned to look at all of them. “Why do I need to tell anyone? You all have your own lives and don’t check in with anyone when you make plans.”
Mari took a step forward, crossing her arms over her chest. “We do if we’re leaving for more than a night.”
“Well, times change.” She narrowed her eyes at me, but I kept going. “You guys have plans for the night and now so do I. I’m taking the week to relax far from here.”
“Just tell us where you’re going so we don’t worry,” Sawyer asked.
I clenched my teeth together. Did he mean worry about me or what I might do? “Vegas.”
Heath scoffed. “You really think you’re going to relax in sin city? You’d be better off on some tropical island.”
“And maybe I just want some fun.”
Jackson ran a hand through his hair. “Jesus, Monty. Vegas doesn’t sound like a good idea.”
“What? Do you think I need a babysitter?”
Rebecca Brooke grew up in the shore towns of South Jersey. Writing has always been a love for her, as well as reading. She loves to hit the beach, but always with her kindle on hand. She is married to the most wonderful man, who puts up with all of her craziness. Together they have two beautiful children who keep her on her toes. Rebecca is the author of contemporary, new adult, and paranormal romance.
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