Dare to Hold (23 page)
Book 1: Dare to Love (Ian & Riley) – FREE!
Book 2: Dare to Desire (Alex & Madison)
Book 3: Dare to Surrender (Gabe & Isabelle)
Book 4: Dare to Submit (Decklan & Amanda)
Book 5: Dare to Touch (Olivia & Dylan)
Book 6: Dare to Hold (Scott & Meg)
Book 7: Dare to Rock (Avery & Grey) 8/4/15
Book 8: Dare to Seduce (Lucy & Max) coming soon
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And now an excerpt from
Dare to Rock
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Coming 8/4/15 and available for preorder!
Excerpt
Avery Dare & Grey Kingston
Dare to Love Series #7
NY Times Bestselling Author Carly Phillips turns up the heat in her newest sexy contemporary romance series, and introduces you to the Dare family… siblings shaped by a father’s secrets and betrayal.
Avery Dare lives a quiet life in Miami as an online fashion/makeup video blogger. She has good friends, a close, large family and if her love life is lacking, she likes it that way. But when she receives an invitation to one of her ex’s concerts along with an invitation to meet him back stage, she decides to take the risk … and comes face to face with the reality of his rock star lifestyle – the press, the crowds, and the half naked groupies.
At eighteen, Grey Kingston left everything he knew and loved behind to seek fame and fortune as a rock star, and he found it as the lead guitarist and singer for the band, Tangled Royal. Fans adore him, women throw themselves at him, and he can afford everything he couldn’t growing up. Yet at the height of his career, he’s ready to walk away and return home to a simpler life … and the woman he left behind.
Except moving on isn’t as easy as Grey would like. When Avery is threatened by a stalker, it becomes evident Grey’s fans not only don’t want him to retire, they don’t want Avery in his life either. And Avery isn’t sure she wants the pressures that are part of Grey’s life … but she doesn’t want to lose him again, either. Can their recently renewed love survive the fallout?
PrologueS
weat poured off Grey Kingston’s body and his heart beat a too rapid rhythm, the high and adrenaline rush from his performance still pulsing through his veins as he walked into the lounge backstage. He pulled off his soaked shirt and tossed it onto the floor, grateful for the stocked room and waiting pile of towels. He grabbed one and wiped his face and hair dry, deliberately trying to slow his breathing.
The sound of Tangled Royal fans stomping their feet and demanding an encore echoed through the walls, but the band had performed their final set. But his pulse still soared as he glanced at the door.
“Did she pick up the ticket?” Grey asked Simon Colson, their manager, who was busy texting on his phone.
“What? Who?” Simon shoved his phone into his back pocket. “Great concert by the way,” he said to Grey, and the rest of the band.
Lola Corbin, their lead singer and Grey’s best friend, was still bouncing in her heels, not yet coming down from their shared high either. “We did rock it,” she said, tossing her dark hair over her shoulder.
Milo Davis, their bassist, grunted something and fell into a chair in the corner. Grey narrowed his gaze. Milo barely had the energy for a full concert these days and that worried him.
But right now Grey had bigger concerns and turned to Simon. “I asked you if Avery Dare picked up the VIP tickets I told you to leave at the box office.”
“Dunno.”
Grey scowled at his manager’s I don’t give a shit tone. More and more lately, Simon’s lack of consideration about what the band wanted grated on Grey’s nerves. Lola might be considering using him for her solo career but anything Grey did going forward wouldn’t be with the man.
At least he’d left the tickets. He’d be out of a job if he screwed with Grey on this. “Fucking find out.”
“What’s so special about this piece of ass?” Simon barely got the words out because Grey grabbed him by his collared shirt and pinned him up against the wall.
“Talk about her like that again and you’re done.”
“Whoah.” Lola put her petite body between them, pushing Grey away from their manager. “Everyone breathe,” she muttered. “You. Go take a walk and calm down before your company shows up,” she ordered Grey.
He stormed off, missing whatever lecture she gave to Simon next.
Though the man had done his job well, helping maneuver Tangled Royal to the top, he cared about the bottom line and not much else. Especially not the fact that Tangled Royal was more than a band, people with real feelings, issues and lives. No wonder Simon didn’t believe how serious both Grey and Lola were about changing their futures.
Danny Bills, their drummer, already had a wife and two daughters who lived in L.A. He was ready for home time and everyone knew it. Milo was another story. If he didn’t stop the drugs he wouldn’t have a future.
As for Grey, he hoped for more than the travel and fame that had been so important to him way back when.
His eyes flickered to the door. No sign of Avery. He tipped his head back, wondering if she’d come back stage or ignore the invitation … and him. His stomach gripped painfully at the thought of not seeing her again. She was the one person who not only understood the loner musician he’d been as a teen, but who grounded him when he threatened to spiral. Along with her soft voice, that thick mane of dark hair, and those lavender like eyes, she’d burrowed someplace deep inside him.
But she hadn’t been enough to hold him, not when fame, fortune and the need to be something
more
, lived within him. But it was Avery whose face he saw in the nameless women he’d fucked over the years. Avery whose belief in him kept him going when times were hard. Funny how that worked. He wondered if she thought of him over the years and if she was as hyped up about possibly seeing him again now.
A loud scream brought him out of his thoughts. He glanced up as a group of women poured into the room. Half dressed, teased hair, too much makeup and enough perfume to make him gag. Fucking Simon never listened. He’d specifically told Simon not to let any of their crazed female fans backstage.
Grey pushed himself off the wall and stormed over to his manager. “I told you no more groupies after concerts.” Especially not tonight when he was expecting Avery.
He shot a disgusted look at the women fawning over a dazed Milo. They wouldn’t give a shit if he was dead, they’d want a piece of him anyway. The thought disgusted him.
“Wasn’t me, security obviously didn’t get the message,” Simon said.
“Grey!”
He glanced up just as a woman he recognized threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her big, fake breasts pressed uncomfortably against his chest, and she raked her clawed nails through his scalp.
“Baby you were so good! So hot. I just knew you were singing directly to me.”
He choked over her sickly sweet scent. More because he’d been dumb enough to screw her once, years ago, after a concert and way too much to drink. She’d been trailing after him ever since. He attempted to detangle himself from her, but she wasn’t letting go.
This
was why it was time to call it quits.
“Marco!” Grey called out for the bodyguard who usually prevented him from being mauled, but the guy was nowhere to be found. Beside him, Simon merely grinned, pleased with the fact that the band was liked, wanted and making him money.
“Back off,” Grey said to the woman, pulling at her arms but she had them locked tight around him.
“Baby, you don’t mean that.”
“Oh I really fucking do.” He glanced over hoping to catch Lola or Danny’s attention and get help when his gaze fell on the woman who had just entered the room.
She was so beautiful she took his breath away. Wholesome yet sexy, creamy skin, gorgeous silky hair and a nervous expression on her face as she looked around, a stark contrast to the harsher looking groupies who followed the band.
And she hadn’t seen him yet.
Left with no choice, he was going to have to physically extricate himself from the clinging octopus of a woman even if he hurt her. He grasped her around the waist, intending to shove hard, just as Avery’s gaze landed on him, her eyes flickering from him to the woman he
looked
like he was holding in his arms.
A flash of emotion flickered across her expressive face. Everything from awareness, shock, disgust and hurt all showed before she swung around and headed for the door.
“Avery!” He called her name loud enough to be heard across the room, while shoving the groupie, sending her tripping backward.
She wailed and began crying, and her friends surrounded her but Grey ignored her in favor of Avery.
He reached the door just as she paused and turned to him. “I shouldn’t have come.”
“Yes, you should have.” She was so close he could see the light sprinkling of freckles on the bridge of her nose and his heart threatened to pound out of his chest. “This isn’t what it looks like.”
She tipped her head to one side. “But it
is
your life. The one you worked hard to achieve and … I’m happy for you.” But the words were at odds with the sad smile lifting her glossed lips. “It’s good to see you, Grey.” She raised a hand his way before she turned and walked out.
Shit. “Avery!” He stepped into the hall.
“Grey! I’ve got Rolling Stone on the phone and they want an interview. I need an answer now,” Simon said, seeking his attention.
A glanced back told Grey that Avery had gotten lost in the crowd held back by security. His head pounding, he walked back inside, ignoring his manager.
“Was that her?” Lola came up beside him, her voice soothing in light of the chaos swirling around him.
“Was is the right word,” he muttered. “I can’t do this anymore, Lo.”
“I hear you. It’s not good for us. Rep doesn’t like the crap that comes with our kind of life either,” she said of her serious boyfriend who was the Miami Thunder’s hugely successful wide receiver. “I want to be around during the season and he worries when we’re on the road and he can’t be there.” She rested her head on his arm. “We do have a tour to finish though.”
“We do,” he agreed. “But afterwards? I’m coming home.” And he was going to get his girl.
Chapter One