Title: String
Me
Series: Jaded
Ivory Series
Author:
Rebecca Brooke
Genre:
Contemporary Romance (Rockstars)
Release Date: April 25,
2019
Cover Design:
Sommer Stein - Perfect Pear
Vegas
At least, it sounded like a good
idea at the time. I mean what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?
Not so much.
Not when I make rash decisions
and the whole world was there to catch my stupidity on camera. But this time...
This time, I took someone down
with me and she didn’t deserve any of the sh*t being thrown her way.
The band is pissed I screwed up
again.
She's being unfairly hounded by
the paparazzi.
I regret everything that's
happened.
What happens in Vegas doesn't
always stay there.
But the bad press isn’t my fault.
Things have to go right at some point.
Don’t they?
A week in Vegas sounded like
exactly what I needed. Lights, bars, and women.
The pounding grew louder. I rolled
my eyes and opened the link. Definitely the way to get my mind off of everything. I purchased
the tickets for the last flight tonight. After a quick call to the Bellagio, I was set up in a suite for
the next week.
I checked the time. I had enough to
pack and get to the airport for my flight. I took a suitcase out of my closet.
“Dammit, Monty. Open the fucking
door.”
Jackson could stand at the door all
night and yell. It wasn’t stopping me from getting on that plane. I opened the suitcase on the bed
and pulled the essentials out of my drawers. Within ten minutes, I had my clothes packed and
walked into the en suite to grab the toiletries I’d need. The knocking still hadn’t
stopped.
Dropping a few things for the plane
ride into a bookbag, I zipped up both bags and ordered an Uber. Rolling my shoulders back, I
tugged the bag off the bed and went to the door. I popped the lock and opened it to find the
entire band standing in the hall outside my room.
“Fucking finally,” Jackson said. “I
thought you were going to stay in there all night.”
I shrugged. “Nope. Gotta be
somewhere.” I took a step forward, dragging the suitcase behind me.
Heath noticed the bag first. “Where
are you going?”
“Away from all this.” I didn’t bother to
stop on my way to the front door. Suddenly, it seemed they all had loads of time to spend
together.
“Without telling us where you’re
going?” Mari’s voice had taken on a tone we didn’t often hear and when you did you knew she
was pissed.
I turned to look at all of them. “Why
do I need to tell anyone? You all have your own lives and don’t check in with anyone when you
make plans.”
Mari took a step forward, crossing
her arms over her chest. “We do if we’re leaving for more than a night.”
“Well, times change.” She narrowed
her eyes at me, but I kept going. “You guys have plans for the night and now so do I. I’m taking
the week to relax far from here.”
“Just tell us where you’re going so
we don’t worry,” Sawyer asked.
I clenched my teeth together. Did he
mean worry about me or what I might do? “Vegas.”
Heath scoffed. “You really think
you’re going to relax in sin city? You’d be better off on some tropical
island.”
“And maybe I just want some
fun.”
Jackson ran a hand through his hair.
“Jesus, Monty. Vegas doesn’t sound like a good idea.”
“What? Do you think I need a
babysitter?”
Rebecca Brooke grew up in the
shore towns of South Jersey. Writing has always been a love for her, as well as reading. She
loves to hit the beach, but always with her kindle on hand. She is married to the
most wonderful man, who puts up with all of her craziness. Together they have two beautiful
children who keep her on her toes. Rebecca is the author of contemporary, new adult, and
paranormal romance.
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