Friday, October 31, 2014

Nashville Nights

Save Me From Myself
Series: Nashville Nights, Book 1
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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Short Blurb: Drawn to Lyric despite her inability to trust, he’ll do anything to own her heart. Will secrets and misunderstandings send Lyric running again? Or will David finally save her from herself?  
I watch him as he walks away from me, realizing that even though I’ve only known him a couple of weeks, I’m falling in love with him. So much for that “no relationships” vow I made before moving here. He’s stomped all over it. I just hope he doesn’t stomp all over my heart.

Anna’s arm wraps around my waist, startling me, and she looks as me with narrowed eyes. “What?” I ask her.

“You have total sex hair. Did he screw you into the wall? Or was it his desk?” She is completely serious, and my hands fly up to check my hair.

“I do not have sex hair, Anna!” I respond as I glare at her. “Besides, there was no actual sex. Against the wall or otherwise.”

She fixates on the word “actual”, practically yelling in my ear, “That means there was something! Come on, you have to tell me what happened! He was staring at you from the bar while you were dancing, and I swear, I almost flooded my panties!”

Jesus Christ, this girl is crude! “Anna! What the hell?”

“What?” she asks, trying to look innocent, “You know he’s freaking sex on a stick! Especially when he’s looking at you that way. I wish a guy would look at me like that.”

“Like what?” I can’t believe I just asked her that. I’m not sure I even want to know. Oh, who am I kidding, I desperately want to know!

Anna rolls her eyes, she knows exactly what I’m doing. “Like you’re every birthday and Christmas present he never thought to ask for,” she sighs. My smile is huge because that’s exactly how I feel about him.

“Sometimes, I don’t know how he can be real. He’s pretty much the perfect guy, Anna. How could he possibly want me?”

She just looks at me. “You’re so stupid, Lyric.” I stiffen, but she continues, “Why wouldn’t he want you? You’re funny, smart, loving. The list is pretty much endless. He’s be crazy not to. And he doesn’t strike me as crazy.”

David looks up to see us both staring at him and raises an eyebrow. Anna just grins and waves. He smiles back, then, shaking his head he goes back to helping customers at the bar.

Never Wanted More
Series: Nashville Nights, Book 1.5
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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Short Blurb: Peyton Williams is spoiled, entitled and a little too stuck up. Wyatt Parker is the boy from the wrong side of town. Spending this semester tutoring a friends snobby roommate wasn’t what he envisioned, but Peyton quickly gets under his skin. Peyton never wanted more until she met Wyatt, but is she willing to be what he needs?  

Wyatt keeps his hand on the small of my back while we walk inside and doesn't remove it until after we've gone to the counter to pay. While we're waiting for our turn on the go-karts, he starts telling me how to operate one.

"The trick with go-karts is to not jerk the wheel. Just be smooth and keep from putting the kart in a bind. In other words, hold your line fairly straight, turn as little as possible but still make the turn as close as possible to the inside."

He's completely serious when he says this but all I can do is gape at him. Those instructions made no sense whatsoever to me, but since I'm pretending like I know exactly what's going on, I nod my head and tell him, "I've got this. Are you ready to get your ass handed to you pretty boy?"

Wyatt steps back, "Pretty boy? I'm no pretty boy babe. If you only knew how untrue that nickname is."

"Untrue? You are a pretty boy. Look at you Wyatt, It's Sunday, you're wearing a button-up collared shirt and nice jeans. I'm wearing yoga pants and a sweatshirt. I bet your mom still picks out your clothes doesn't she?"

Lifting an eyebrow, he leans closer to me and says, "Peyton, no one picks out my clothes but me. However, if you'd like to apply for the position, I'll gladly let you play dress up with me."

Oh he knows how to push my buttons. Placing my hands on his very solid chest, I push him back. I'm not stupid; I know he let me push him back. He's so much taller, and so muscular, I know he could have easily stayed all up in my space but he moves back until we're no longer touching.

"You're an asshole, ya know that?" Gah, just when I think that maybe I should take Scarlett's advice, he shows his true colors and I remember why I don't want to like him.

He has a huge smirk on his face when he replies, "Whatever. C'mon pretty girl. Let's put your money where your mouth is."

Ugh. I just want to slap that smirk off his face. "Money? Who said we were playing for money?"

"It's just an expression, Peyton. We aren't playing for money." I start to relax, but his next words make me tense right back up, "We're playing for information."

"Information? What kind of information?" My voice actually squeaks at the end of the sentence. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. What kind of information could he possibly be interested in?

Wyatt grins, but it's not exactly friendly. It's more the smile a predator has right before it goes in for the kill, "Whomever wins gets to ask a question. The loser has to answer. You can't take a pass, there are no dares, just honest answers."

I'm now backed into a corner. I acted like I could beat him at these races, but I've never so much as sat down in a go-kart, let alone tried to drive one. If I back out now though, he'll think I'm a coward and I'll never live it down. Raising my chin, I agree to his terms and his smile widens. Shit. I'm so screwed.

Everything I Shouldn’t
Series: Nashville Nights, Book 2
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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Short Blurb: Now my life is full of secrets. The people around me have been affected by the choices I’ve made and the lies I’ve told. But what will they do when they discover the biggest secret of them all? Jeremy is everything I shouldn’t want, and the person I can’t live without.  

Leaning in close, making sure to keep eye contact with him, I growl, "You better bring her straight home after prom. I was your age not that long ago, and the last thing you're going to do is take SarahBeth to an unsupervised prom after party. She better come home in the same condition I'm sending her with you in. You get me?"

"Y-y-y-yes sir," Jordan stammers, clearly flustered. "I'll bring her right home, I promise."

I smile evilly, "Good. Thank you Jordan. I knew I could count on you."

Our conversation finishes just in time for SB to start down the stairs to meet us. As she reaches the bottom, I'm pretty sure Jordan and I have the same dumbstruck expression on our faces. In addition to the way her body looks in that pink dress, she’s curled her hair and put makeup on. She looks like an angel and my heart is beating double time in my chest. When SB sees Jordan, her entire face lights up, and my hands tighten into fists at my sides. Jealousy isn’t an emotion I’m familiar with, and it’s fucking with my head. The only thought going through my mind right now is that she shouldn't be looking at him that way, it should be me. I’m the only one she’s ever looked at that way. I feel like I’m losing my goddamn mind lately, all I can think about is this tiny slip of a girl who isn’t even eighteen.

Jesus Christ. I need to hold it together, but I have no idea how to do that. She is seventeen-fucking-years-old, and I’m twenty-eight. If it were anyone else having thoughts like this about her, I'd beat the ever-loving shit out of them, yet here I am thinking things that no man should think about someone her age. It’s making me crazy. I am only human, but the emotions I feel whenever I think about her, see her, smell her, make me the worst kind of bastard.

Everything I Need
Series: Nashville Nights, Book 3
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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Short Blurb: I’ve loved SarahBeth in one form or another her entire life. The steps that brought us closer together weren’t easy for me to take. After letting her dictate our relationship, I’ve found myself practically homeless and estranged from my closest friends. Now I’m left trying to move on, finding a new place to live and getting everything I need in order, while she’s trying to mend her broken heart. There’s just one problem…SarahBeth’s still keeping secrets – and her secret just might change everything.  

Hope can be both wonderful and awful, but the death of hope is just plain painful. That day I began seriously doubting Jeremy’s love for me. I just couldn’t believe that after everything he was choosing not to see me, rejecting me once more. Jeremy had become my everything... even though he’s everything I shouldn’t have. He is the first and only man I’ve ever loved, my only lover, more my best friend than Livvie and yet he continues to turn me away. It makes me doubt every single thing we’ve ever been to each other.

Her eyes widen slightly in recognition, she remembers me. That will make the rejection even more humiliating if she tells me I’m still on Jeremy’s “don’t want to see” list. “Can I help you?” Her voice is so snotty. The condescending way she’s speaking to me makes me want to yank her obvious extensions out and claw her eyes out with my now non-existent nails.

I open my mouth to tell her I’m here to see him when the voice I’ve been dying to hear asks in disbelief, “SarahBeth?” Squeezing my eyes shut, I turn to face him. When I open them, Jeremy’s the only thing I see. I soak in the sight of him, dressed in a navy blue suit, wearing his square black glasses and looking like he’s not shaved in a couple days, I say nothing; finally being in his presence has rendered me speechless.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, his voice is stern, his eyes hard and cold and completely different from the Jeremy I know. He doesn’t make a move to touch me, but I can’t keep myself from moving closer to him. My heart breaks a little when he steps back, keeping the distance between us.

Giving him what I hope is a reassuring smile, I say, “I came to talk to you. I need to talk to you. I’m…” my voice breaks and my hand goes to my heart, an unconscious act of self- protection. “I’m so sorry for everything. For not...“

“Stop.” Jeremy holds up a hand, looking around us at the curious audience we are attracting. The tension between us is obvious, and everyone likes a real life soap opera.

Suddenly self-conscious, and fully aware that he’s not the person who likes his personal business out there for the world to see, I ask, “Can we talk for a minute? I’ll go anywhere you want.” I’m close to begging, terrified this isn’t going to end well. He doesn’t say a word, just nods as he gestures to the hallway where I know his office is.

As we walk past the reception desk, the girl behind it glares at me. It’s immature of me, but the nerves fluttering in my stomach and the insecurity I’m feeling comes out as snark. “Guess I don’t need your help after all.” Her glare deepens and I hear Jeremy sigh behind me.

“Behave yourself, SarahBeth.” Then, he says to her, “Hold my calls until I tell you otherwise, okay Tonya?” She nods, smiling widely up at him as he follows me back to his office in a way that makes me want to shank her. I hate feeling jealous over other women. It just reminds me where we were a few short weeks ago. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t touch me, just follows along behind me, the small distance between us feels insurmountable.

Pretending He’s You
Series: Nashville Nights, Book 4
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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Short Blurb: Terrified her friends are moving on without her, she’s’s determined to make things work with Emmett, her on-again off-again boyfriend since high school. The only problem? Tyler isn’t ready to let her go. Despite her boyfriend and his girlfriend, these two are drawn together like magnets. When she’s with Emmett she wishes she was with Tyler and vice versa. Will Livvie ever get tired of pretending and pick one guy? Or will she keep bouncing back and forth between the two of them indefinitely?  

About Stacey Mosteller

Stacey is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author of Second Chances (co-authored with H.M. Ward) and the Nashville Nights series. She is also a wife, mother, writer and self-professed bookwhore - not necessarily in that order! As the mother of three growing boys, her Kindle has become her temporary escape from the insanity of boys, dogs and her husband. Stacey can usually be found curled up with her iPad when she's supposed to be writing or creating endless playlists on Spotify!

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