Songbird
By- Victoria Escobar
Genre- New Adult Contemporary Romance
Bianca ran from her past with the hope of being forgotten. Instead of living her dreams, she wasted her skills at a famous entertainment hall in Nashville. An offer to wrangle country music's infamous bad boy, Nicholas Walker, proved too good to refuse.
However, life on the road presented its own challenges. Walker acted like an overgrown toddler that missed his nap. The band supported her takeover but the massive crew protested answering to a woman. On top of tip toeing around egos, discretion needed to be maintained while feeding Walker's infamous sexual appetite.
She never expected Walker to focus his wandering eyes on her. When her past returned fighting Walker didn't seem as vital as keeping him alive. Walking away should be easy, but first they must all make it through unharmed.
Excerpt:
Charlie grinned at me as he was
walking in and at least held the doors so I could get out. I jogged across the
lot and back up to the bus. I could hear the shouting within three feet of the
door.
“You’re not my fucking boss,” a
very angry Nicholas roared.
Rolling my eyes—this was the worst
first day of tour I’ve ever had—I painted a smile on and climbed back onto the
bus.
“I’ve got dinner guys, and turtle
cheesecake blizzards.” I pretended to be surprised to see Nicholas out of his
room. “Hey. Guy said you’d be okay with a bacon burger and a baked potato but I
can go get something else if you’d like. There’s ice cream here too. And I’ve
got this box of Joe and a bag full of coffee condiments if you prefer.”
“I could go for some ice cream,”
Nicholas muttered and took the DQ carrier and wandered over to the kitchenette
counter to dig for a spoon. “Cool, chocolate and caramel.”
Arc grinned at me—his back was to
Nicholas—and took the coffee and condiments.
“Smells good, Stilts.” Max set the
table.
“If you want coffee after dinner,
I make a cup that rivals Starbucks.” I offered.
“Yeah?” Guy sat and began opening
the bags I set down.
I wrung my hands and watched them
unload the bags. Arc and Max sat devouring their meals in great gulping
mouthfuls.
“Why aren’t you eating?” Nicholas
asked and I jolted.
I turned to see him leaning
against the counter and licking ice cream off a spoon. His eyes narrowed and
focused on me. My stomach tightened and I quickly looked away. Why was watching
the man eat such a sensual act?
“I will. Once I know everything is
good and I don’t have to run back for anything. Did you want something
specific? I can go get something else. I’m sorry, we were only guessing at your
meal, I should have asked but you seemed put off so I thought—”
“You’re babbling, Songbird.”
Nicholas tossed the empty ice cream cup and picked up a second one.
“You’re going to get sick if you
eat all those without eating a meal first,” I chided lightly. Grabbing his
plate from the table, I held it out.
“You going to feed me too?” He
lifted a brow.
I didn’t sigh, but it was a close
call. Why was he so much like my brother, Benjamin? I picked up the fork,
dipped into the loaded potato, and held it out. “Do you want the airplane noise
too?”
“Do you make good airplane
noises?”
I sighed. “Yes or no, Walker.”
He studied me. “You’d do it. If I
asked.”
“Walker.”
“No.” He leaned forward and took
the potatoes off the fork. He chewed and swallowed. “These don’t taste like
fast food.”
I held out another forkful. “As
long as it’s good what’s it matter?”
“Touché.” He took the plate and
began to feed himself.
Score. Me—one. Nicholas—zero.
About the Author-
Born in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, but with the ability to claim eight states as home; Victoria Escobar writes fiction from her current home in New York. She writes whatever comes to mind and because of such has a variety of genres written including Young Adult, New Adult, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy, and Contemporary Fiction.
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