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Will"I can't hear you, Chicago!" Zane yelled. "I said are you ready for some Adrenaline?"The roar was deafening.We'd sold out across the US and had to move to larger arenas, it was unreal.And I'd missed it so damn much that I was having a hard time wiping the grin from my face, though part of that could be because of Ang.She agreed to sing on some of our newer tracks.And I'd coerced her by way of sex into performing a few of them with us.It was what people wanted, especially after seeing the music video from the film, and even more so, after seeing the opening scene, the raw emotion in her eyes.And knowing our story.The whole story.The whole damn thing.Word for word. Written out in our new album, for the world to see.Andrew wrote half.I wrote half.And then we traded, added things to each other's riffs, made sure the lyrics worked, and then very amicably went into the studio to record with the rest of the group.It was intense.We still barely spoke any w
Seaside Pictures Chapter 1
DaniThe elevator jolted to a stop. With sweaty fingers, I pounded the button to the penthouse floor.A groaning noise filtered in from somewhere outside the elevator. I gripped the side railing, then slowly sunk down until I was on my haunches, breathing in and out and telling myself it wasn't a big deal. Elevators stall all the time, right? In a few seconds, everything would be fine, and I'd be telling the story to my sister Pris and her movie star husband.They'd laugh.I'd pretend to laugh.And we'd forget about it.Or they'd forget about it, and I'd have nightmares later that night about being stuck in an elevator while it plummeted twelve stories.Two minutes went by, maybe three, and the elevator still wasn't moving. I'd never gone to Disneyland, never ridden on any of their rides, but I imagined that the Tower of Terror felt exactly like this moment... pure horror and then suddenly weightlessness.Please let there be no weightlessness.Logically, I knew I was fine. K
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LincolnShe had to be the most awkward person I'd ever encountered in my entire life. Granted, I was only twenty-two, had hardly lived, but I was Hollywood through and through.I knew weird.I was surrounded by it on a daily basis.And that girl? It wasn't the fact that she didn't talk because she was nervous or just didn't give a flying rat's ass about me - I could get past that. It was the simple oddity that she wanted to.But chose not to.And because I was running on two hours sleep, I'd spent the past few minutes fantasizing what her voice would sound like.Jo-Jo was waiting for me in the lobby when I jumped off the elevator."There you are!" she screeched loudly, enough so that my ears rang a bit while my skin crawled like I was having an allergic reaction to something. "Where have you been?"Unlike Dani, Jo-Jo talked. A lot. And her voice? Well, the only way I could relate the sound her lips emitted was to think of the nearest butcher knifing a pig.She laughed.May
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DaniLincoln offered tO drive me back to the hotel once we finished packing. I'd agreed only because the only thing more terrifying than getting into his truck, was riding in a car with a stranger, whose only goal in life was to get me from point A to point B in as little as time as possible.The drive back wasn't as awkward as the drive there.Mainly because I was getting used to him, sort of. You know, if it was possible to get used to good-looking men who smiled - a lot.He was a smiler.I hadn't expected that.Most of the pictures I'd seen of him were shirtless-brooding-angsty - total opposites of the guy sitting next to me. The guy who packed a pig with him everywhere he went.A pig.It had been on the tip of my tongue to tell him about the pig my parents had gotten me when I was little. I'd told them it was stupid to count sheep; ergo, Patsy the Pig had arrived and helped me dream only good dreams.I still had her.It was more common ground, something I felt like we n
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LincolnShit. I was an idiot. First I'd asked for her age. Then I'd nearly fallen off my bed when she texted back seven - freaking - teen years old. I'd had her pegged at nineteen. How old did that make her sister?And why did her age matter?It wasn't like I needed her to be of legal age to work for me.The cool sheets felt itchy against my legs. Kicking them off, I stared at my phone again. My mind had clearly been on vacation. Had I really said her boss would ride her in the morning?No idiot, you typed it.So if someone hacked either one of their phones I'd be going to prison for flirting with a minor!Great. That was just freaking great.Why did she have to be seventeen?I needed to get laid. Plain and simple.Maybe that was how you knew you were bordering on exhaustion.You start daydreaming about minors - or obsessing over something as silly as what your name would sound like coming across those lush lips."Hellllll..." I pounded the pillow with my fist, then cover
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DaniIt wasn't every morning that I talked to my dad; I hadn't actually spoken to his voicemail in a few weeks. This morning I'd expected my voice to be gravelly, like one of those Truth commercials with the smokers, warning kids against the perils of tobacco, instead it was just as I remembered it. Light, airy. I choked back the sobs building in my throat as memories surfaced."Who's my favorite little girl?" My dad twirled me in his arms. I tried to fight him, but I was dwarfed by his size. He'd always been such a big man, while I was barely above five four."Dad!" I laughed as he continued twirling me until I was dizzy. "I'm sixteen! Stop!""Aw..." He stopped, placing me on my feet. "You'll always be my little girl, Dani. You know that, right?"I rolled my eyes. "Dad, I know.""You're beautiful." He sighed. "And remember, I'm the only one that can say that to you. If some young boy invites you into his car using pretty words, he's only after one thing.""My flower," I said
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Lincoln"Rain." I pulled into town for the second time in my life and slowly made my way toward the beach house I'd rented during filming. "Rain, rain, and more rain." It was coming down in buckets, making the dreary morning look like something out of a depressing Gothic novel.During the summer months, Seaside was a huge tourist destination for people living in Oregon. But the winter was something less to be desired.And it was October, meaning it was either overcast or raining all the damn time.The novel called for wet weather.Well, it was wet all right.I swerved out of traffic and made my way down A Street, then B, then C. Who the hell named streets after letters?Finally, I stopped at my destination and turned off the truck.My new place was a six-bedroom beach house that had fallen on hard times and been recently renovated. The owners had put in a quarter of a million in updates, and were more than thrilled that a movie star was going to be their first renter.It was
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DaniDani: Do you do laundry ever?Lincoln flashed me a grin as he continued putting away our groceries. "Nope, I've never had to."Dani: You need to learn.I rolled my eyes and continued sorting his clothes, most of them workout clothes, which made me curious as to what he did. Was he a runner? I stole a peek at his jean-clad legs. I wouldn't be able to tell anyway. His arms were huge, bulging beneath his gray long-sleeve shirt."Oh, hey." He peeled the shirt from his body and tossed it in my direction. "If you're doing a load of darks, wash this one too. Someone spilled coffee on it this morning. Not that it wasn't deserved."Had I not already been a mute, the sight of his bare chest and abs would have done it. His abs were chunky; he didn't just have a six-pack, he had freaking rivets that dipped into delicious golden skin, trailing all the way down into his jeans. Holy crap! He was built, and he was still putting stuff away - not flexing, simply breathing - and someho
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