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Title: Sinful, An After Dark Entertainment Anthology
Two wrinkles form
on Trip’s forehead as he furrows his brow. “Nice of you to grace us with your
presence, asshole. Where were you?”
still covering my face shield the dramatic eye roll I’m giving him. “I was with
He narrows his
eyes at me. “I thought you said you were done with that shit?”
“Not that it’s any
of your fucking business, but I’m not using again.”
I hope Trip doesn’t
see through the lie and figure out I’ve been dabbling a little on the white
horse. I don’t want the headache of dealing with him. Besides, I don’t have to
report what I’m doing to him.
A harsh laugh
rolls out of Trip’s mouth. “I suppose you just enjoy her fucking company. Come
on, man. This is me you’re talking to. Girls like Gabby Rodriguez are fast and
easy, not exactly dating material, so don’t try to bullshit this bullshitter. I
know the kind of shit you do when you’re with her.”
tone in his voice makes my blood boil. I don’t see where he gets off. He’s not
my fucking father. I can do what I want, when I want. “So, when does what I do
affect you?” I swing my gaze onto Noel and Riff who are both intently watching
our exchange. It’s time I let them all know how I feel. “Any of you? You all have
your own fucking thing going on. What’s it matter if I’m out having a good
Riff narrows his
eyes. “It fucking matters when you miss important shit because you’re too high
to remember your goddamn priorities. This was the sixth band meeting you’ve
blown off. Do you even know what the fuck is going on with the new album?”
I stare at him,
the expression on my face blank. “What the fuck are you talking about? There’s
absolutely nothing going on with the new album because I haven’t finished any
of the fucking songs for it yet.”
“He’s out of it
now,” Riff says as he shakes his head. “Do you even know what day of the week
I hesitate and
swallow hard. I reach for my phone to check the date because I honestly don’t
have a fucking clue, but doing that would give it away that Riff’s right about
Riff shakes his
head and turns to Noel with raised eyebrows. “I told you he didn’t have a fucking
clue. He’s bad for business.”
I flinch. “When
have I ever been bad for business? I’m the glue that holds this piece of shit
Riff replies coolly.
I shake my head,
not missing the disgust towards me in Riff’s eyes. It’s a look I remember all
too well. It’s the same one he had a couple years ago when Noel struggled with
an addiction. The same look he had when he wanted us to boot Noel from the
I narrow my eyes
at my childhood friend. “You got something to say to me, Riff, just go ahead
and fucking say it.”
Riff looks from
Noel to Tyke and his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard and then lifts his
chin. “You’re out, Tyke.”
My eyes widen as
every muscle inside me tenses. “What?!”
“You. Are. Out.
You’re a liability. Noel knows it and so does your brother. You need help. We
won’t stand by and watch you destroy yourself and drag this band down with
Rage rolls through
every inch of me. “You’re kicking me
out? I fucking started this band. You can’t kick me out.”
Trip lays his hand
on my shoulder. “Tyke—”
I shrug away from
his touch. “Don’t fucking touch me! Fuck you, Trip.” I level my heated gaze on
the other two guys. “Fuck all of you!”
As September approaches quickly, I've come to the realization that I need more time with Tyke Douglas. I wanted to hand him over to you on September 16th, but at this point I don't think that's going to be possible. I need a couple more weeks with him, and then my editor has to look over him one more time, so realistically I'm going to need to push him into October. This book is so much more emotional than I initially anticipated. Tyke is a really deep dude and has lots of shit going on in his head that it's taking just the right finesse to get right. I've even had to pull out the old nursing text books for this one. I really love the characters in this book. They might just be one of my most favorite couples! Frannie, Tyke's leading lady, is strong and isn't without her own really screwed up issues. The two of them together is like WHOA. The passion between them simmers the entire story, and the angst...oh God...the angst is heavy in this one. I can't wait for you guys to read it!!
As soon as I have a realistic release date, I will let you all know. Thank you so much for following along with Black Falcon and loving my guys as much as I do.
**CAUTION: Not Final version and will likely change during edits**
I take a deep breath. When my brother finds out about this he’s going to flip his shit. Usually I’m the one thinking about how things will affect the band, not Trip. Hell, not any of the others. Riff was known for giving out golden tickets to chicks that hang out backstage to sleep with them. Trip never gave two shits about anything, and Noel…well he was no angel either. Back in the day me getting this DUI would’ve just been something we laughed off, but now they are all on the straight and narrow, I imagine they’re going to give me the third fucking degree over this.
But what choice do I have? Who else can call?
After a long moment, I push away from the bars and look the guard in the eye. “I think I’ll make that call now.”
A few hours later I’m finally at the front desk, gathering all the personal items I had on me when I was booked.
“A wallet, keys, two hundred and fifteen dollars in cash, four guitar picks, a sheet of folded up paper, and a cell phone,” the middle-aged brunette clerk says as she hands me all the items. “Sign here and here and you’ll be on your way.”
I scribble my name in the sections she marked and gather my things. Before I can even turn around, I feel Trip’s eyes on me, judging me.
I head toward the door, Trip following close on my heels. Once we’re outside, my brother clears his throat. “I called the rental car company to come pick their car from the impound lot. Kyle is waiting around the side with the Escalade to take us to the airport.”
I raise my eyebrows. “That’s it? No big lecture?”
Trip sighs. “What do you want me to say, Tyke? Do you really need me to say how much you fucked up? How bad this is going to look on the band? You know better than anyone this isn’t good fucking PR, so why voice it. As long as I can remember you’ve been the stable one. I’m sure this isn’t going to happen again. You always do what’s best for the band. It was a one-time mistake. We all make them.”
“I’m glad to hear you actually still care about the band.”
Trip flinches. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean? When have I ever not cared?”
I shake my head. “Come on, brother. Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. None of the guys have cared for a while now, including you. You all spend your time with your women and leave all the work on me. I’m the one writing all the songs while you all play house. Do you think that’s fair? That all the rest of you get to fuck around and not give a shit about the future of this band?”
He licks the corner of his mouth as he huffs. “Fuck you, Tyke. Just because the rest of us now have our fucking priorities straight, don’t think for one Goddamn minute the rest of us don’t care about the band anymore. Nothing with the band has changed. You’re the one that’s different.”
Anger boils inside me. Is he really that blind? Can he not see how much has changed in the last year since Noel and Riff got married and he got with Holly? I don’t want to lose my brother. I love him, but I’m not going to stand here, attempting to make him see my side. I’d be better off beating my head into a brick wall.
“You’re right, Trip. Things are most definitely different and are going to change even fucking more. If the rest of you can think about yourselves and do you, then that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
Without another word, I turn on my heel and walk away from my brother. It’s not the best option, but it’s the only one I’ve got because I’m going show the rest of these guys that despite what they think, I’ve got a fucking life to live too.
Tyke Douglas is tired of being the glue that holds the hottest band in the world together. If the rest of the guys are out doing their own thing, then why shouldn’t he? He’s about to turn things up a notch and bring a whole new level of crazy into Black Falcon’s world.
Francine Mead is putting her sordid past behind and is determined to help others overcome their demons along side her. The first step in her new life is taking a job as an addiction counselor, where she can mentor others through their struggles. Francine never expected to be lured back into temptation when her first sexy celebrity client, Tyke Douglas walks through her door. The moment she lays eyes on him, she’s in trouble.
Both Tyke and Francine know a relationship between them would be a disaster, but with each session, things continue to heat up, making it impossible to deny the connection they share. Boundaries cross, attractions heighten and both of their willpowers will be tested to the very limit.
Novel centers around Tyke Douglas, bassist of Black Falcon, and final book in the series.