Title: Lasting Lyric
Series: Downtown #4
Author: T.J. West
Genre: Contemporary/Erotic Romance
Cover Design: Cover to Cover Designs
Series: Downtown #4
Author: T.J. West
Genre: Contemporary/Erotic Romance
Cover Design: Cover to Cover Designs
Photography: Kruse Images & Photography
Model: Benjamin McKee
Release Date: 2016
Release Date: 2016
Blurb
It was a spark neither one of us saw coming....
It was a love neither one of us expected...
It's a competition of wit and intelligence. Our attraction undeniable and our chemistry magnetic. Very much different in our upbringings, so naturally the odds would be stacked against any kind of romance.
I'm the rock star and she's every bit the good girl. We respect each other, but push each other’s buttons. Our friendship is unconventional, but something inside of me tells me that Lyric is my perfect fit.
It only takes one moment to change everything, one moment to turn my whole world upside down. What happens when you fall in love with your best friend? Are you prepared to handle the emotions?
She'll be the one lyric I can't shake…
It's a competition of wit and intelligence. Our attraction undeniable and our chemistry magnetic. Very much different in our upbringings, so naturally the odds would be stacked against any kind of romance.
I'm the rock star and she's every bit the good girl. We respect each other, but push each other’s buttons. Our friendship is unconventional, but something inside of me tells me that Lyric is my perfect fit.
It only takes one moment to change everything, one moment to turn my whole world upside down. What happens when you fall in love with your best friend? Are you prepared to handle the emotions?
She'll be the one lyric I can't shake…
Excerpt
(unedited)
I am ready to give Lyric a hard time. She’s either on her computer or on one of her phones. Yes, she has two fucking phones. One for work and one for her family. I’ll call her work phone. She’s more available from that one.
She picks up on the second ring. “What are you still doing up?” Lyric says, jokingly.
“What are you still doing up?”
“I am working. What about you?”
“Working on what?”
“Bills, my calendar, manager stuff,” she sighs. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“What question was that?”
She groans, “What are you -”
“I’m pulling your leg. I heard you,” I chuckle. I love setting off her temper. Her snappiness is adorable.
“Ha ha, mister comedian.”
“What? I’m fucking hilarious.”
“Maybe, but your language needs work.”
“You fucking love my fucking language.” She really hates when I curse. I make fun of her all the time about it. She’s involved with a bunch of guys who curse their balls off. She needs to get used to it.
“Back to my original question. What are you doing up at two in the morning? You should be sleeping.”
“Yeah. Couldn’t settle down after the show.”
“So how did you know I’d still be awake?”
“I didn’t. I took my chances.”
“Really? I bet you saw my last tweet. Don’t lie, you know you did.”
“Busted.”
“That’s what I thought.” I can tell she’s smiling, I can hear it in her voice. She is amused by our conversation and wants to have a debate.
I walk back inside the room and turn on the air conditioning. The humidity was beginning to make me sweat. “You really believe taking a break from social media would help people develop stronger relationships?” I plop myself onto the bed and rest my back against my pillows.
“Of course. I wouldn’t have tweeted it if I hadn’t thought that. If everyone took the time away from their phones more often, you would see a lot more interaction between couples, friends, family. Social media has interrupted so many lives.”
“I don’t believe that.”
“How so?”
“We’re talking, aren’t we?”
“So?” she scoffs. “It’s in the middle of the night. I’m talking about during the day, work, play, every day stuff.”
“Are you implying I’m a social media freak?” She knows I am, but so is she. She just won’t admit it.
“Those are your words not mine. And I wasn’t implying anything, but now that you bring it up - yeah, you’re a bit obsessed with Twitter and Facebook.”
“I’m only on there for the band.”
“Bull,” she clips. “What were you doing before you guys went big, huh? Before social media was even around?”
I have to think about this for a second. “Can’t remember.”
“Exactly,” she points out. “It’s taken over everyone’s lives. How sad is that?”
“It’s way the world spins these days,” I shrug. “I think social media is a fucking hoot. I love interacting with the fans, making posts about our concerts and lives. Makes it more personal for them.”
“Well, that does make sense for certain aspects. But don’t tell me you play Candy Crush? Such an absurd game.” I bet she just rolled her eyes. She does that a lot.
I have to admit, she got me on that one too. I love Candy Crush. “I play when I’m bored.”
“Oh, good grief!” she groans out.
I laugh on the other end. Lyric is overly dramatic sometimes, I have to laugh about it. “What’s wrong Charlie, did I say something wrong?”
“Shut up.”
“You like playing video games, so what’s the difference?”
“The difference is, it’s just another way to get you from socializing with others. Playing video games on the TV I get to sit there with an opponent and kick some major butt. You can’t do that with Candy Crush.”
She is not convincing me very well. “Sure you can. You can try outscoring me.” There is a pause on the other end. I’ve got her thinking about beating me on another game and that grabs her attention, yet again.
“Huh, never thought of it that way,” she mumbles.
“I got something circulating inside your head.”
“Ugh,” she groans again, “you are such a bad influence!”
I hear a ping on my phone. I look at my notifications and see Lyric has joined Candy Crush. I want to laugh so hard right now. “You’ve downloaded it, haven’t you?” trying not to laugh.
“Heck no!”
“You’re such a bad liar,” I chuckle.
“I am not lying!”
“So I just got a notification from Facebook saying you’ve started playing, because?”
I can sense the smoke coming out of her ears when she snaps at me, “Good grief, get some sleep, will you, I’ve got work to do.”
I’ll just let her sit in her puddle of regret and call it a night. “G’night, Charlie.”
“Stop calling me that.” She is so irritated with me, I can’t help but love it.
“I can’t help it. Every time you say good grief, it makes me think of Charlie Brown.”
“Good night, Slim.”
I chuckle, “Later,” and hang up. After talking with Lyric my head finally shuts down and I am ready to go to sleep.
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Author Bio
I'm a stay at home Mom of two teenagers. I became a self published author in 2014 after being inspired by many self indie authors. I have enjoyed writing for a long time, but never thought my imagination would carry me to this point in my life. After many years of losing my passion, and from enjoying raising my children I am finally at a place where I can reach for my dreams. Whether I become a best seller or not, I am loving the journey I am on and will continue to write as long as my readers are willing to read my stories.
Other interests: Watching many many TV shows (yes I am addicted), movies, hiking, going to the beach, spending time with the family, road trips, cocktail nights with friends and being interactive with my fans, friends and family on Facebook.
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