- Katie Ashley
- Atlanta, GA, United States
- I am the New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon Best Selling author of The Proposition, Proposal, Music of the Heart, and Nets and Lies. I am represented by Jane Dystel of Dystel and Goderich for all books except for Proposition and Proposal.
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Monday, January 21, 2013
Here's another teaser from Music of the Heart. I can't tell you all how much your enthusiastic comments from last week meant to me! I'm thrilled that you're all excited for this story.
Today's Teaser picks up the day after last week's. Abby has accepted Jake's bet that she wouldn't last a week on their tour bus.
I lounged on the couch, balancing my opened Nursing and Physiology book on my knees. Jake staggered up the bus stairs with a leggy, dark-haired goddess. Somehow after our morning song writing session, he had managed to not only get drunk, but he’d found some random chick in the middle of the rest-stop. Her arm snaked around his waist while her tongue licked up his neck. His gaze flickered over to mine before he turned back to the guys. “I call the bedroom,” he said.
“You had the bedroom yesterday,” Rhys argued.
“Easy, grumpy, I won’t need it that long,” Jake replied, a sexy smile curving on his lips.
“You underestimate your stamina, babe,” the dark haired girl replied. I couldn’t help the squeak that escaped my lips when her hand left his waist to cup his fly, working Jake over his jeans.
“Take it to the bedroom. There’s a lady present,” Brayden snapped over his newspaper.
When the bulge started to grow, Jake cut his eyes over to me again. I flushed and buried my head in my book. “You’re welcome to join us, Angel. Bree doesn’t mind sharing me, do you?”
I jerked my chin up. So this was Bree—the groupie he had mistaken me for in his bed.
She eyed me and shrugged. “As long as I get off, I don’t care.”
“Whatta ya say?” Jake asked.
Before I could respond, Rhys growled beside me. “You’re a drunken jackass, Jake. You’re stepping over the line with Abby, not to mention your bargain with her.”
“Oh really?” Jake countered.
Rhys cocked his brows. “Yeah, especially after last night.”
The thoughts of me comforting him through his tears sobered Jake a little, and his smirk faded. A combination of remorse and embarrassment entered his face.
I patted Rhys’s arm. “It’s okay. I’m very capable of telling Jake no thank you.” I smiled sweetly up at Jake who glowered back at me. He jerked Bree forward down the narrow hallway and then slammed the bedroom door.
“He can be such a prick,” Rhys grumbled.
“Yeah, I know, but he’s also in a lot of emotional pain about his mom right now.”
“So that excuses him for getting drunk off his ass before noon and for treating you like a sleazy asshole?”
“No, but I guess it makes me understand him better and forgive him a little easier.” I smiled reassuringly at his skeptical expression. “It’s fine. Really.”
But then it became very plain it was not fine. Moans and shrieks echoed through the cabin from the bedroom. A warm flush poured over my cheeks and inched down my neck. I gripped the edges of my book tighter, desperately wanting to crawl into a hole and die rather than to hear the sounds of Jake screwing Bree. I also didn't like the way Jake's noises of pleasure were effecting me. There was also the fact that the guys seemed totally unaffected by the chaos coming from the bedroom.
“Here. This seems to help,” AJ said, thrusting two ear plugs at me.
I eyed them as Jake gave another long groan. “Oh yeah, suck me harder babe!”
“Um, on second thought. I think I’ll go get some fresh air.” I scrambled off the couch and raced down the aisle. The moment I got off the bus I exhaled noisily. Bending over, I rested my elbows on my knees and tried to clear my mind of what I had heard. Once I recovered, I started putting as much distance between myself and the bus as possible.