Texas Knight is daughter of the word’s biggest rock star, Mark Knight.
Kitt Daniels is lead singer in the hottest up-and-coming band, Filthy Sound.
Mark has mentored Filthy Sound from the beginning, seeing their potential, and now he’s supporting them on their first worldwide tour.
She’s off-limits.
He can’t help himself.
Texas terrifies me because she makes me want everything right now. Marriage, house, kids—I’d do it now. Logically, I know better. We’re in the early stages of our relationship, and I have a ton going on, things I can’t bail on and don’t want to.
Doing anything other than singing in this band isn’t an option for me, and Filthy Sound still needs a fuckload of my time and attention.
Somehow, I have to find a way to somewhat equally balance the two most important things in my life.
“Thanks, Hank,” I say as he finishes up straightening one of the large black curtains. With them all around the living room, it looks like night in here, and the hundreds of fairy lights are like stars.
“Have a good night.” He gives me a wink and then leaves.
I don’t know how he managed to pull it off, but it looks awesome.
My palms start to dampen. I’m fucking nervous. She’d better like this.
When did I become love’s bitch?
I wipe my hands on my jeans as someone knocks on the door.
I feel like I need a minute.
There’s another knock, and I know for sure it’s Texas. No one else is that impatient.
“Hey.” She smiles as I open up. Her eyes go wide when she looks inside. “Kitt…”
“Come in,” I say.
She doesn’t move, so I take her hand and tug her inside.
“I’ve never seen you speechless, Tex. It’s unnerving and, if I’m honest, something I thought was an impossibility.”
Tilting her head, she gives me a look, and then she’s back to being stunned. “I can’t believe you did this. I mean, Kitt Daniels can be romantic. Who knew?”
I certainly fucking didn’t.
“Do you like it?” I ask, rubbing circles on the back of her hand.
She takes the whole room in—the curtains that look like a starry night, the table laid out, the food and the wine waiting. “Kitt…I love it.”
UK native Natasha Preston grew up in small villages and towns. She discovered her love of writing when she stumbled across an amateur writing site and uploaded her first story and hasn’t looked back since.
She enjoys writing contemporary romance, gritty Young Adult thrillers and, of course, the occasional serial killer.
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