(#1 of Redemption Tour)
Author: Michelle Lee
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Rockstar
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He holds me captive with his brilliant blue eyes.
His crooked smile melts me every time.
His voice wraps around me when he sings.
His words break through and dive straight to my heart.
Dash Ford, lead singer of Redemption, is unlike any man I’ve ever met and I'm drawn to not only his lyrics but the man behind the voice.
But I am broken—beyond broken.
I had no intention of falling for him. But when we met, I had no other option. With him, I embrace the present while trying to put my past behind me. I find myself in a world I never expected, a world I’m not entirely sure I can handle.
Am I strong enough?
Will I be enough for a man who has everything?
Can I finally let go and give into the love I’ve wanted my whole life? Or will my past forever define and haunt me, keeping me from all I desire?
Excerpt . . .
I find myself standing, hollering, and surprising the shit out of Tracy and Val. Hell, I'm surprising myself. The lyrics permeate my brain and float around in my head, turning me to goo. His words of hurt and anger resonate in my soul. It’s as if what he’s singing, he’s feeling and has lived. My heart aches in my chest for him if there is any truth behind his words. I finally notice the two enormous Jumbotron-like TV screens on either side of the stage. The camera focuses on him and he stares directly into the lens. His steel-blue eyes smolder and captivate me. I feel like I am under his spell.
It goes on like this through the entire concert. Each song he sings I’m entranced by him, unable to break the chains that his voice and eyes bind me with. Finally the lights go out, the music stops, and I am no longer spellbound—a sense of loss fills me.
Character bios . . .
Lead singer and guitarist for Redemption
Instrument: guitar and piano
Quote: "Sometimes I wish we could fix the things we can't."
Victor "Vic" Roman Rush
Drummer for Redemption
Quote: "Life is a journey, make it a fucking fun one!"
Lance William Caulfield
Bass guitarist for Redemption
Instrument: bass guitar and violin
Quote: "Knowing your limitations and exceeding them is a gift."
Julia "Jules" Megan Bennett
Works for Wine Gourmet Magazine
Tracy Lynn Scott
Works for Color Intensity Salon
Valerie Marie Winston
Works for Elite PR Management
Original song . . .
She was gone right before my eyes.
Right from my grasp she slipped away.
I couldn't hold on tight enough
And it's all my fault.
She needed more than I had, more than I she would take from me.
Now she's gone forever.
Beaten, broken bruised. I'm drowning in despair.
All these fears swirling in my head consume my soul.
Breaking me, Breaking me, Breaking me.
It's only my burden to bear.
Not saving her chews at my core.
I'd rather go here than stay.
But I know that I can't.
There's an ache deep inside that consumes me--eats at me.
No, you won't ever get too far from me.
You're buried deep in my skin.
Deleted scene . . .
Finally, from somewhere else in the room I hear Roland call for me, so I apologize to the now pouty females, and make my way over to Roland. As I start to make my way over to him, I notice Lance and Vic talking to three girls: one leggy blond, who seems to have caught Vic's attention, a cute wide-eyed girl with bright ass pink hair, that is drooling all over Lance. I chuckle to myself knowing my boys are enjoying the attention--attention they will say they usually don't get when I'm around. Not my fault. As I walk closer to the little group, I see her. A third girl is standing next to the blond, and my heart ceases in my chest as I notice her gaze meets my eyes. She is wearing a pair of hot ass leather pants that hug her in all the right places, these amazing heels that make her legs look ten miles long, and a shimmery blue top that highlights her pale porcelain skin. As I try to get my heart started again, my eyes follow her form from head to toe, and I notice these two beautifully sparkly, full rich, pouty lips, that at this moment I want to tug on and nibble and kiss the ever-loving shit out of. Then I notice her eyes. She has these two, huge, saucer-like, pools of brown, liquid chocolate and they are just staring at me. And as beautiful as they, are I can’t help but notice there’s this sorrow deep behind them—a sorrow that I’m drawn to. A deep sorrow that reminds me of…I just stare back; it's almost as if she's hypnotized me. She suddenly realizes that I am fixated on her because she glances down at her feet. She then peeks up at me from underneath her eyelashes biting her lower lip. I seriously think I'm gonna come unglued at the moment and I feel my dick twitch and grow in my jeans; I don't think she even knows that she's biting her lip or even knows what the fuck she's doing to me.
I reach my destination and Roland introduces the leggy blond as our new PR rep. I am quite surprised to say the least because our last PR rep was some bald-headed douche bag that had no fucking clue about us or rock music. Needless to say, he was fired fairly early on, hence our new representation. Our new PR rep introduces her two friends. The wide-eyed, pink haired one, that's still drooling over Lance, is Tracy. I do the gentleman thing and shake her hand. Then, I am introduced to the girl, I've been basically eye fucking since I noticed her. Her name is Jules, and how fitting it is. I offer her my hand as I did with Tracy. She hesitates a split second, but I notice it. Then she timidly places her small hand in mine. I feel a fire start to blaze from her finger tips into mine that singe its way through my entire body, leaving me feeling like a pile of ashes in its wake. This one touch has ignited something in me that has been dormant for years. I mean, it's almost like I feel completely alive and my heart is beating for the first time. All I am sure of at this moment is I want to consume her, to devour every inch of her, be buried so deep inside her, we can’t tell where one begins and the other ends. While another part of me wants get lost in her eyes and figure out the secret she’s keeping that is buried beneath that sorrowful look behind her eyes. I shake such ludicrous ideas from my head and simply say to her, "It's very, very nice to meet you, Jules."
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