RELEASE DAY : DECEMBER 17
SYNOPSIS:
“Getting
Lucky”
a song by
Tro Gunnison
Wouldn’t care if I could. I’m up to no good.
Taking what I want instead of what I should.
I’m
made of pure greed. There’s shit that I need.
The mask is off and the demon’s freed.
I’m
gonna get drunk.
I’m gonna get played.
I’m gonna get rich.
I’m gonna get laid.
And
I’m gonna get Lucky.
Raised in the system, Shiloh Luck’s first sixteen years have
been anything but lucky. After winning The Voice, she’s finally living the dream—a
record contract, talk shows, a North American tour opening for the hottest band
out there. Everything is going according to plan...until their frontman, Tro
Gunnison, explodes her life into chaos. He’s shallow, self-centered, and
completely infuriating, and he’ll do anything for notoriety. Including her.
Like it or not, she’s stuck with him for three months on the road, but the
longer they spend together, the more she begins to realize there’s more to Tro
than anyone has ever dug deep enough to find. If his attention is anything
other than just another publicity gimmick, she might let herself see where it
leads. But before she can risk everything, she has to be sure.
If there’s one thing that Tro Gunnison has learned in the
six years since he left his past in the dust, it’s that living life big, bold,
and totally outrageous keeps people from seeing past the glare. He’s buried his
demons beneath six feet of sex, drugs, and rock and roll, and he’s convinced no
one will ever dig them up…until Lucky. She’s young, but not naive, and without
even trying, she sees past the facade to the man underneath…which scares the
hell out of him. Because what started out as smoke and mirrors has somehow
turned real, and for the first time in his life, there’s someone he cares about
more than himself. But it turns out getting Lucky could be a double-edged
sword.
He’s always been sure it would be his past that would bring
him down, but it might turn out to be Jail Bait instead.
About
the Mia Storm:
Mia Storm is a hopeless romantic who is always searching for her
happy ending. Sometimes she’s forced to make one up. When that happens, she’s
thrilled to be able to share those stories with her readers. She lives in
California and spends much of her time in the sun with a book in one hand and a
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EXCEPRT
Chapter 1
Tro
I squint against
the reflection of the megawatt stage lights off the shiny cover of the Rolling Stone issue Jimmy Fallon is
holding up for the The Tonight Show
cameras. There’s a ripple of excited chatter from the live audience, then a
girl near the back shouts, “Marry me, Tro!”
On the screen at
stage right, I watch as the TV monitor pans in on the cover, a full frontal of
me totally nude except for the black and red Schector C-1 Hellraiser hanging
from the strap around my neck and covering the part of me that would have made
the cover X-rated otherwise. She’s my baby—my first electric guitar and the
only thing I own that I truly give a shit about.
Jimmy flips his
hand at the image. “It’s pretty safe to say you’re comfortable in the
limelight, but some people say you’re over the top.”
I almost never
agree to interviews. First, you sort of have to be sober for them, and second,
they’re bullshit. But Jimmy’s pretty cool, and my manager was pissed that I’d
turned down every other promotional opportunity leading up to this tour, so
here I am.
I loop my arm over
the back of the chair next to his desk and slouch into it, crossing one
black-booted ankle over the other knee. “Balls out, man. That’s how I live my
life. I know some people find that offensive, but…” I give the audience my best
I-don’t-give-a-shit smirk. “Who the fuck cares?”
There’s a mix of
chuckles and gasps from the studio audience, and the girl in the back yells
out, “I love you!”
Jimmy cringes.
“And…that’s why we do these segments on tape,” he says, scratching the top of
his head. He leans on his elbows toward me. “So balls out.”
I nod. “I live
life on my own terms. Otherwise, what’s the point. I march to someone else’s
orders, then I’m living someone else’s life. I’m not gonna waste my time
worrying about what other people think. I do my thing, they do theirs, and
everyone’s happy. That’s all it’s gotta be.”
A wry smile curves
Jimmy’s mouth as his fingers drum the desk. “That’s pretty philosophical for a
guy who’s first big hit was about getting lucky in the middle of a barroom
brawl.”
I pull myself up
straighter. “Let it be, let it be, let it be, oh let it be,” I sing, doing my
best John Lennon. Girls in the audience scream. “That was a from guy who’s
first hit was all about begging some chick to love him.” I plant my elbow into
the arm of the chair and lean toward Jimmy. “And as for nailing someone in the
middle of a brawl, the deeper symbolism there is that life is all about finding
the positive in adverse situations—looking for the silver lining, and all that
shit. So that song might have been a little more philosophical than you’re
giving it credit for.”
He cuts an amused
glance backstage. “Got your finger ready on that bleeper, Pete?”
I’d apologize, but
I don’t. Ever. That’s part of living balls out. I live in the moment and never
apologize for any of it.
Or regret it.
I spent way too much time doing that before I
learned that the only thing that really matters is right now. My real life started six years ago, when I
walked away from what I thought was
life. I never look back at all the shit that came before. None of it matters.
“So, I’ve got to ask,” Jimmy says, setting the
Rolling Stone issue face down on his
desk. “How sick do you get of the paparazzi and the tabloids? You must feel
like you’re living in a fishbowl most of the time.”
He’s right but, “I
don’t really give a shit.”
My manager, Ray,
called me last night while I was kicking back at the hotel with the guys to ask
me what the fuck I was thinking. Apparently, last night’s episode of Access Hollywood had someone’s iPhone
footage of me banging some actress I don’t even remember meeting on a table at
the Sunset Lounge. I was pretty fucked up at that after-party, but just because
I don’t remember it doesn’t mean I doubt it happened.
“The way I see it,
they’re just doing their job, trying to make a buck. Why anyone would want to
read or watch that shit is beyond me, but as long as there’s a market, I can’t
really get too pissed about it.”
“You don’t feel
like you’re entitled to a private life?” he asks.
I give him half a
shrug. “Nothing they do is going to change anything I do. I’m just living my
life. If they feel compelled to capture that on film, so be it.”
“That attitude
will probably save your sanity.” He scoops a copy of Roadkill’s latest studio
CD off his desk and holds it up for the camera. On the over, I’ve got this sort
of deranged psycho-killer look in my eye and the guys are in the shadows behind
me. Totally fucking sinister.
“Speaking of
which, the lead single off your new CD, ‘Insane,’ debuted at number one on the
rock charts last month.”
“Yeah.” I send an
appreciative wave toward the audience. “Thanks, guys.”
A handful of girls
scream my name and the rest of the audience applauds.
“Fuck me, Tro!”
the girl in the back shouts.
I shield my eyes
with my forearm and squint through the lights to a seat near the back, where
two security guards are converging. “Be right there, doll.” I flick a hand at
Jimmy. “Just give me a sec to finish up what I’m doing here.”
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“‘See something you like?’ she asks with a sultry smirk that’s begging to be kissed off her face. ‘I’ve always liked everything I’ve seen,’ I answer honestly, my eyes taking a sweep of her body.”
5 lucky stars!! This series, wow, just there’s not enough words to describe how good it is.
After having a rough start at life, Lucky, catches a break when she wins The Voice. Her life starts to turn around for the better. That is until her frontman Tro, comes and turns her world upside down and causes chaos. And while he acts like an all around jerk, he still is very protective of Lucky. And just as their friendship is blossoming inot more Tro, is sent off on to his European tour. Can he prove to be faithful while he’s gone? Or will his reckless behavior ruin everything they’ve gone through?
I mean there’s so much more to this book than what I just described. It’s heartbreaking, suspenseful and so sexy!! You really really for Lucky as you read this book!!
ARC provided by author in exchange for an honest review. Reviewed by Melissa from Alpha Book Club
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