Copyright © 2013 Lexxie Couper
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
His heart clenched. For some reason, the realization she was concerned about her brother pushed a button deep inside Samuel, a confusing one that seemed to have a direct line to his chest. “How can you expect to clean up if you’re going to be throwing yourself into all the crap all over again so soon?”
“Y’know,” Jax said, leaning forward, “we’re not all deviants. I know there’s been some stuff written about us but—”
“But we’re rock legends,” Samuel finished for Jax, letting his stare hold Lily’s angry one. He really didn’t know why he was antagonizing her. Maybe it was the only way to see her in any other emotional state but chilly. Maybe to have her look at him. “We don’t lead the same life as normal people.”
Jax’s groan scraped at Samuel’s brain. “Jesus, Strings.”
Samuel didn’t care. Because there it was. In Lily Pearce’s eyes. Green fire.
Oh boy, she despised him. Within fifteen minutes of being in his company, she despised him. Passionately.
“And you think this makes it okay to rush my brother out of rehab?” Brittle distaste cut her question. “You think your lifestyle makes all the crap excusable?” She swung her stare to Eugene, leant across the table and snared his fingers with hers. “Gene, please stay until your time is up. Let the doctors help you. I’m beseeching you. I can’t keep seeing you die like this. You’re an amazing singer, and Zombie Grill is a great band. You just need to clean up, get another job for a while—away from the rock world—and regroup. That’s all. I’ll help you do that. I just—”
Her voice cracked. She stopped, pulled away, closed her eyes and swallowed.
“Ly, you’re embarrassing me.”
Lily’s answering sigh was short. She opened her eyes and nodded at her brother. Beside Eugene, Jax gave Samuel another frown.
Samuel’s gut clenched. This wasn’t what either of them were expecting. They didn’t have to put up with this. They really didn’t. And yet he couldn’t stand up and leave.
Not because he desperately wanted to hear Eugene sing again—he did, the guy had the most unique, amazing voice—but because he didn’t want to walk away from Lily Pearce yet. Not until he figured out what it was about her he found so…so…
“I’m sorry, Gene.” She turned her gaze on Jax, affording Samuel the chance to study her profile. She had a high forehead, turned-up nose and full lips. There was a smattering of freckles on her high cheekbones. Her neck was long. She truly was beautiful, but in the most untraditional sense. Like a child had somehow become trapped in a woman’s form—as if she hadn’t yet grown into her age. “I apologize for my outburst.”
Jax nodded, his smile warm. Friendly. Samuel couldn’t help but notice she didn’t apologize to him. “No worries,” Jax said. “I get you’re concerned about your brother. I’ve got two of them, and holy crap, I worry about them all the freaking time. One of them is a high school teacher. How’s that for a dangerous job? The other trains police dogs. Seriously, I spend each day wondering if they’ve had their hands bitten off—both of them. These high school kids today are wild.”
The most incredible thing happened. Lily laughed. Really laughed.
Samuel sat in his seat, the rich sound seeping into his being and playing hell with his senses. Damn, it was a beautiful sound. He wanted to be responsible for her making such a sound. Wanted to hear her do it again as she looked at him, her full, lush lips stretched wide in a smile.
At this very moment in time, he wanted that more than hearing her brother sing.
More than finding a replacement for Nick.
More than anything, in fact.
How the hell was he going to do that?
The prickling weight on the side of her face told Lily the guitarist was looking at her. She fought the urge to shift on her seat. To glare at him. Rock legend. Pfft.“We don’t lead the same life as normal people.” Huh. What a freaking ego. It was clear Samuel Gibson was a classic example of the world she hated so much. The kind of guy who thought just because he could play a guitar, prance about on a stage and looked hot in tight black leather the rules didn’t apply. The kind who thought they could sleep with whomever they wanted, just because their shoulders were broad, their muscles sculpted and they could hold a tune.
Well, this whomever wasn’t swallowing it. And she sure as hell wasn’t going to let him see how much she wanted to yell at him to leave her brother alone.
He may be gorgeous and sexy and have an accent to drive her to distraction, to make her fantasize about him saying her name over and over again while he slipped his hands under her shirt and smoothed his palms up to her breast and—
Wait, what was she thinking?
She scrunched up her face and bit back a curse. Where was her brain?
Crossing her arms over her breasts, she wriggled deeper into the visiting room’s hard plastic seat and corralled her deluded libido.
She may find him sexually attractive, but she didn’t like him. Not at all. The sooner she was out of his company, the better.
The sooner she didn’t have to listen to that subtle Australian accent…feel those mesmerizing blue eyes peering all over her…breathe in his expensive cologne…look at his incredibly well-built—
Red heat flooded Lily’s cheeks as the realization she was gawking at his arms, his torso, his chest, slammed into her.
She jerked her eyes away. But not before her gaze collided with his.
His lips twitched.
I don’t like you, Samuel Gibson, she thought, pivoting on her seat to present him with her stiff back as she tuned into what Eugene and the other musician, Jax something-or-other, were talking about.
“Do you know where that is?”
Whatever Jax had asked, Eugene nodded. “Yeah, it’s in the Mission District. Zombie Grill rehearsed there a few times. Dodgy neighborhood. Awesome acoustics.”
Jax grinned. “Best in San Francisco. I suspect once we get the rest of the guys here, we could hear you do your thing by midday. I’ve got a standing arrangement with the owner so there’s no stress getting the space.”
Eugene tossed her a smile, and her heart twisted at the sheer jubilance shining in his eyes. “Excellent.”
Jax shoved his hand into his back pocket and withdrew a cell phone. Lily wanted to chuckle at the iPhone’s protective case—an image of The Wiggles in all their skivvy finery. “I’ll call Timmo now. Give us a sec.”
He put the phone to his ear and began talking.
“So. Eugene turned to the man Lily was determined to ignore. “Are you going to stay in San Francisco until next Saturday?”
“Think so.” Samuel Gibson’s deep voice teased Lily’s tenuous calm. “It’s been a while since I was here. Figure I might do the whole tourist thing while we’re waiting for you to be ready.”
Eugene tossed her a wide smile. “You should. Lily knows all the exciting places. Comes with being a paramedic. She’d love to show you them, wouldn’t you, Ly?”
Lead Me On
Series: Heart Of Fame
Format: eBook and print
Length: 210 pages
She will shake his soul…
Heart Of Fame, Book 5
Samuel Gibson has been called many things. Brooding. Arrogant. Narcissistic. And he’s in no hurry for anyone to think anything different, until he meets Lily Pearce. There’s an allure to Lily’s prickly demeanor, and Samuel starts to wonder if it’s time to correct some of the misconceptions trailing behind him like a mile of bad microphone cord.
After watching her brother get chewed up and spit out by the hedonistic world of rock and roll, Lily has no love for the music scene or anyone in it. So her unwanted attraction to the personification of everything she hates about that lifestyle—Samuel Gibson—drives her crazy. But glimpses of the Sam beneath the reputation make her start to wonder if there’s more to this man who keeps his true self hidden.
Each book in the Heart of Fame series is a standalone story that can be enjoyed out of order.
Book #1 Love’s Rhythm
Book #2 Muscle for Hire
Book #3 Guarded Desires
Book #4 Steady Beat
Book #5 Lead Me On
Book #6 Blame it on the Bass
Book #7 Getting Played
Book #8 Blackthorne