cheating, she heads out for a night of fun to see her favorite band, Devil’s
Garden, but fun turns into utter embarrassment when she insults the enticingly
confident lead singer, Van Sinclair. Van is intrigued by Lexie’s ability to resist his charm and secretly obtains her cell number. Shocked but eager to get to
know this captivating rocker, Lexie accepts Van’s invitation to see his next show,
which requires an overnight stay. The overwhelming feelings that follow take them both by surprise, and with two months left before starting her sought after new position, Lexie joins the tour. As she’s catapulted into the world of groupies and wild parties, she questions Van’s commitment to her. So what happens at summer’s end when time runs out?
sand between her toes. She attended Wilkes University where she graduated with a Doctor of Pharmacy degree. In addition to writing, she enjoys baking,
scary movies, rock concerts, and reading books at the beach. She lives in the lush forest of Northeastern Pennsylvania with her husband, six cats, and golden
CHAPTER 1—THE CONCERT
I stare straight ahead and breathe slowly, trying to ignore the pounding of my
heart. The crisp, cool, spring air caresses my body and heightens my senses. I
shiver slightly. The bone-rattling drum beat pulsates through my chest. I jump
up from my seat as the guitar screams its heavy ear-splitting shriek, like a
choir of electric angels. A frenzy of loud cheers emerges, piercing through the
calmness as hundreds of fans leap to their feet. The bright lights focus on
center stage. I take a deep breath and stare at the silhouette slowly being
forward, I’d crash into six feet of pure muscle. My eyes fixate on his
light-brown, shoulder length, perfectly messy hair that frames his chiseled
face. Then, they travel down to the tight black T-shirt that clings to every
sculpted muscle of his torso, flaunting them in just the right way. My lips
part and chills flood my body causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand
on end. I hold in a deep breath and slowly exhale as he grips the microphone
stand, pulling it close to his body. He closes his eyes and begins to belt out
the lyrics. His raw powerful tones, both decades old and brand new at the same
time, resonate through the night sky. Hot lights shining down on the stage
highlight a bead of sweat that runs down his arm, over the impeccably detailed
dragon tattooed on his left bicep. He lifts his head and looks into the crowd.
My heart races as I stare into his exquisite emerald green eyes, mesmerized.
ear, breaking my trance. “His picture doesn’t do him justice.”
yet. Even though the two-thousand-seat amphitheater is not the largest of
venues, it’s sold out tonight. A wall of bodies closes in, pushing us toward
the stage. The hard wood against my palms keeps the crowd at bay. Can it keep me from being crushed for the whole two hour set? My skin glistens as the three of us sway, moving to the music. Wait, is Van Sinclair watching me? Yeah right, like that would happen.