The Rock Star And The Girl From The Coffee Shop 2: Under Pressure

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 38,000
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She's a small town girl living the dream...

Hanna Ambrose is a shy small town girl who finds herself swept up into the insane, fast-paced world of rock & roll when she starts dating the sexy-as-sin rocker, Bo Savage. While she struggles to ignore the nasty headlines featuring her and Bo in the gossip magazines the pressure is getting to her.

Enter Nadine Vessy...

After a dramatic falling out with their former manager, the band hires the dynamic and outspoken, Nadine Vessy, to represent them. Nadine's first line of business - get Hanna out of the picture once and for all! She'll stop at nothing, including digging up every dirty little secret Hanna has to make that happen.

Will Hanna and Bo's love to strong enough to survive the storm that Nadine has planned for them?

The Rock Star And The Girl From The Coffee Shop 2: Under Pressure
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The Rock Star And The Girl From The Coffee Shop 2: Under Pressure

excessica publishing

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Word Count: 38,000
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Chapter 1

"Did you know she took the money?" Hanna asked as she passed Bo the melted ice pack that she'd been holding to her swollen lip, the injury courtesy of the band's drunken ex-manager Victor, and replaced it with the new one he was offering her.

"No. I asked Jeremy before we got on the plane and as far as he knew she was going back home to take care of her mother for a while. Just what you were told. He figured she was going to come back and spend some time with him once the tour was over and her mother was better. He had no idea she was paid to leave," Bo said, shrugging and turning away from her. "I'll be right back."

Keeping the ice pack on her lip, she turned in the seat of Bo's private jet and watched him walk down the aisle to the back of the plane to throw the melted ice pack in the sink. She couldn't believe how much she'd come to care about him so soon. It had only been a month and she was already coming to the point where she couldn't imagine life without him in it. When the band's former manager, Victor, offered her $2 million to walk away from Bo and never come back, she didn't even have to think about it. Sure their relationship may not last, and the money would have changed her life, but in this instance, foolish or not, she had to go with her heart.

"Alright. I think we both can use a glass of wine right now." Sitting down in the cream-coloured leather seat across from her, he set the wine bucket with a bottle of sparking white wine chilling in it on the small white table between them, along with a couple of glasses.

"And I can't believe she took the money." Hanna shook her head, disappointed in her friend. She wasn't sure what she was more disappointed about; that Jackie took the money or that she didn't even tell her the truth about it. "I thought she and Jeremy were getting along great."

Hanna watched as Bo pulled the bottle of wine from the wine bucket and popped the cork. The need for the wine rose up within her, but she pushed it down. He was about to pour some into her glass, but she placed her hand over the glass and shook her head.

"None for me, Bo. Thanks though."

"Suit yourself." After he finished pouring himself a glass he looked up and his grey eyes met her green ones, a dead seriousness in his expression.

"You know, Hanna... I wouldn't have blamed you if you'd decided to take the money."

Hanna frowned, leaning forward in her seat. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean. I wouldn't have blamed you. Two million dollars is a lot of money — for anyone."

"Money isn't what I want."

"I'm not saying you would and I'm not saying I'd allow it to happen. In fact, I'd have hunted you down and brought you kicking and screaming back to my place. And then tied you to the bed so you'd never be able to leave again."

Giggling, Hanna rolled her eyes at him. "Goof."

"But what I mean is that you've been through a lot of bullshit in the last month to be with me, and I have no guarantee it'll be better. Chances are it'll get worse. You've pretty much given up your life to tour with me. Honestly, I do get concerned that you'll eventually get sick of so much time on the road. I know this type of life exhausts you and takes you well out of your comfort zone."

Hanna huffed at him as she accepted a poured glass of wine and motioned toward the inside of the plane. "Yeah, 'cause it's such a horrible life you live."

"Well." Bo sat back in his seat and took a long drink of wine. "Since you've been with me, you've been harassed and drug through the mud by the paparazzi. You've been fired from your job, and then assaulted. Not exactly what someone looks forward to experiencing when they start a new relationship."

Hanna placed her ice pack on the table and bypassing the wine; she unscrewed the cover of her water bottle and took a long drink. The cool water was refreshing as it slid over her tongue and down her throat. Setting the water bottle on the table, she stood and walked around the table to him. Seeing her approaching he placed his wine on the table, took her hand and pulled her onto his lap.

Slipping her arms around his neck, she snuggled tight to him, nestling her head under his chin. He wrapped his arms around her waist, placing a kiss at her temple. "It's been the best month of my life, Bo, despite all that."

Bo fingered a strand of her red curls, twisting the lock around his finger and then releasing it. "Well, we have a couple weeks before the band goes into the studio to start recording so there's a few things we need to do in that time."

"Oh?" That was news to her. He'd told her just the other day that the next few weeks were going to be obligation-free. Just the two of them having fun. Glancing up, she caught his gaze. "Like what?"

"Well, we're going to go buy you a house, anywhere you want — within reason, a new car and set up a bank account for you with a sizable sum in it just in case things don't work out."

Hanna tensed, her eyes narrowing as she eyed him. "Just in case."

Bo caressed her cheek. "Remember when I told you when we first met to not overthink things?"

She nodded.

"Don't overthink this, Hanna. Right now you have no money, no job and you're giving up your apartment; the money and job are my fault. I want to set you up so that if you ever get sick of this life, or decide you no longer want to be with me then you can start over."

Hanna pulled back, her frown deepening. "That's insane! I don't want you supporting me like that, Bo. We've discussed this."

"That was before. Things are different now."

Hanna was about to protest, but Bo put a finger up to her lips, taking care not to hurt her cut lower lip, before continuing. "And I'm not doing this for you; I'm doing this for me. I've been thinking and I don't want you staying with me because you have nowhere to go. Believe it or not, but it happens. I want you staying with me because you want to be here and doing this. If you have a house and a little money in the bank to fall back on then I know you're with me because you want to be not because you need to."

"It's one thing to feed me and let me stay with you, but it's another to buy me a house and give me money."

"I have lots of money, Hanna."

"That's not the point. Money runs out eventually, even the kind of money you have." She saw his point. She got it. But at the same time having a back-up plan felt like they were setting the relationship up for failure. It just didn't sit well with her.

His expression grew stern. "I'm not negotiating this. Either you choose the house or I have a realtor choose it for you. I thought it would be fun for us to do a little house hunting, but I'm fine either way."

Hanna sighed. There was no arguing with him when he had his mind made up. She'd been learning his stubbornness far surpassed hers. He always got what he wanted — period. "Fine. Then give me a job. Let me at least earn some of the money you're giving me."

Bo clucked his tongue off of the roof of his mouth in consideration, his expression not letting on his thoughts.

"Well," she prompted.

"What do you want to do?"

"Ummmm." Not expecting to have him even consider it, she was stumped. She shrugged. "Anything... I just want to contribute somehow."

A wicked smile began to form on his lips, a flicker of heat flaring up in his grey eyes. "Oh, there's lots of ways you can contribute, babes."

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