by Tia Giacalone
Genre- Adult Contemporary Romance
Tommy Fortune hadn’t realized he was looking for something different until he meets Cassandra Ryan. Soon their connection blurs the line between fame and reality, and it doesn't take long for Cassandra to follow her inspiration into his world, where paint-stained hands and guitar strings become the basis of their future. But nothing is as perfect as it looks from the outside, and even the most exposed still have secrets to keep. When tour life gets complicated, loyalties will be tested on the road, and they'll both learn that some harsh realities can't be painted over.
What happens when an artist stuck in black and white falls for a musician who only lives in color?
A STANDALONE New Adult Contemporary Romance - intended for readers 18+ due to mature themes.
Stay tuned for Book 2 in the High Road Divide series - CRUZ - coming spring/summer 2017.
“Cassandra Ryan? I’m Alan Branding, security for Mr. Fortune.” He gave me a small smile and stuck out his hand.
Well, that answered that. A bodyguard. “Hi.”
We shook hands briefly, and then Alan offered me a car key. “Thomas — Mr. Fortune wanted to thank you again for the loan of your car.” He gestured to my hatchback. “We cleaned her up a bit, for your trouble.”
For the first time I actually looked at my car, and it did seem suspiciously shiny. Like… had it been waxed? I’d certainly never sprung for anything more than a basic carwash when it got too embarrassingly dirty, so this was a first. “Thanks.”
“There’s something for you on the front seat, as well.”
His words didn’t register at first. “What?”
Alan gave me another brief smile. “A more personal thank you, from Thomas.”
Curiosity nearly burned my already sweltering body to ashes right there in the parking lot. Tommy sent me a present?
Alan nodded, and I realized I’d spoken those words out loud. Shit.
I also noticed that Alan had abandoned the “Mr. Fortune” pretense, which was just as well considering he’d flubbed it every time he’d tried during our short conversations. It was strange to hear someone call him ‘Thomas’ but it seemed familiar in a way I liked. Maybe “Tommy” was more of a stage name, or maybe it was a little brotherly on Alan’s part. Either way, it sounded like they were close.
“Will you thank him for me?” I didn’t even know what the gift was, but did it matter?
A large black SUV pulled into the parking lot just then, and for a split second I hoped that Tommy would hop out of the back. But it merely glided up next to Alan, and he reached for the passenger-side door.
“I hope to see you again, Ms. Ryan. I’ll give Thomas your kind regards.”
The driver of the SUV, another man with short hair and a blazer, nodded at me with a tiny smile, and then they were gone.