A debut novel from Jayne Frost…
For Cameron Knight, guitarist for Caged, women are simply an itch you have to scratch sometimes. Fun and casual is the way he likes it, and it’s saved him a lot of heartache.
Until he meets Lily…
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AboutΒ Gone for You
As the guitarist for the rock band Caged, I know the rules: no relationships. No complications. Leave βem smiling when you go, but always go. Besides, itβs not like Iβm ever in one place for more than a few days at a time. As the next hottest thing out of Austin, the band and I are riding the wave, and the music is all that matters.
Until herβ¦
Lily Tennison has βcomplicationβ written across her beautiful face. But I canβt get involved. The timingβs all wrong. But sheβs under my skin, and I canβt resist her troubled eyes and sweet smile. And I do have a little time to kill. Not much, just a few days in Dallas.
So Iβll scratch the itch and move on, like I always do.
Simple, right?
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Ch 2: WhenΒ Cameron Knight Meets Lily
[The band has arrived at their hotel, a special arrangement due to over-eager paparazzi.]
My gaze fell on the figure that exited through the wooden doors a few yards away. Her blond hair swung from side to side, mimicking the sway of her hips. A smile played across her lips, crinkling the corners of her piercing blue eyes. My heart nearly stopped.
βDude, close your mouth.β Sean knocked shoulders with me when he stepped to my side.
Giving him a sidelong glance, I saw Logan smiling appreciatively at the girl, looking her up and down. No way. Stepping away from them, I nearly knocked her over in my attempt to reach her before she got caught in Loganβs crosshairs.
Startled, she looked up at me, tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear. Fuck me, the girl was hot. Taking off my sunglasses, I gave her the most seductive grin I could muster.
Nothing.
βMr. Noble?β She glanced down at the paperwork in her hand without acknowledging my lame attempt at flirtation. βKnight, actually.β I was hoping for a glimmer of
βKnight, actually.β I was hoping for a glimmer of recognition
Her brows knitted together, causing an adorable little crease to form on her forehead.
I was Cameron Noble. At least thatβs what my birth certificate said. But I dropped that shit as soon as Caged had a single on the charts, changing my name to Knight. My old man, Tyler Noble, the drunk that chased fame his whole life, was not going to get a nod of acknowledgment from me for anything I achieved.
βBut you can call me Noble.β Not to be deterred by her cool demeanor, I quirked a brow and leaned in. βOr anything else you want, as long as you say it with a smile.β
Laughing nervously, she stuck out her hand. βIβm Lily Tennison. Iβll be your personal events coordinator while youβre here.β
Taking her hand, I squeezed it gently. βI like the sound ofΒ that.β
She took a step back, slipping her hand free. βYour brother explained the situation. If you would follow me to my office, Iβd be happy to go over a list of the amenities and services we offer here at The Mansion. Iβll also take care of any special requests you might have.β Looking over my shoulder at Logan and Sean, she gave them a cheery smile. βGentlemen, welcome to The Mansion.β
Turning, she walked briskly toward the building, ignoring the snickers that erupted from our group.
βSpecial requests?β Logan chuckled, lowering his tone to nearly a whisper. βIβve got her special requestβright here.β He grabbed his crotch, waggling his brows at me.
Slapping him on the back of the head, I followed her into the lobby, putting some distance between me and the two asshats I was with. The guys couldnβt hold it together for one fucking minute without acting like horny teenagers.
My cock stirred when the slit up the back of Lilyβs pencil skirt opened as she walked, showing a nice expanse of her silky thighs. Scowling, I looked down at my boots. Logan and Sean might have been acting like horny teenagers, but I was the one sporting a hard-on. Perfect.
The lobby was decorated with huge vases of freshly cut flowers and cushy, leather chairs with side tables made of rich, dark wood. Following Lily past the polished marble front desk, I noticed a number of guests staring in our direction.
βOver here we have our lounge and our steakhouse.β Lily looked over her shoulder, giving a nod in the direction of the dimly lit space. βThey are open for dinner only. Per your brotherβs request, Iβve secured a chef to take care of your meals, en suite. However, you can order anything off the menu and have it delivered, if you prefer.β
Nodding, I kept my eyes trained on her face, hoping my cock would go into hibernation. Lilyβs tongue darted out, sweeping her lip when she looked down at her paperwork. A perfect, pink tongue. Caressing the softest, pinkest lips Iβd ever seen in my life.
She disappeared ahead of us, turning down a hallway where the executive offices were housed. I took the opportunity to stick my hand in my pocket and adjust my erection.
βYou got a problem there, son?β Logan clapped my shoulder as he strode past me.
βMind your own damn business,β I muttered, moving to his side. βAnd stop with the fucking sex jokes.β
Logan gave me a sidelong glance, peering at me over his sunglasses. βDude, Iβm not the one with the semi.β
Rolling my eyes, I stepped through the door of Lilyβs large office. A leather sofa was pushed against the wall. Three winged chairs with rich upholstery sat in front of the large cherry desk. Oil paintings and other artwork hung on every wall. I wandered over to a group of four charcoal sketches next to the window.
A large βLβ with a small flower dotted the right-hand corner of each one. The gritty cityscapes didnβt match the rest of the officeβs motif.
βThese are really nice.β I nodded appreciatively, leaning in closer to examine the details before turning to her.
βUm, t-thanks,β she stammered. The crease in her brow grew more pronounced when she noticed me looking at her. She dropped her eyes to the paperwork on her desk. I grinned, ambling over to take a seat in the winged chair in front of the desk.
βIβve taken the liberty of contacting a personal shopper at Neiman Marcus.β She lifted her gaze, taking in our tattered jeans and t-shirts. βIf you could provide me with your sizes, Iβll have some things brought over for you until you can retrieve your luggage from the Omni.β
βIs there something wrong with the way weβre dressed?β Logan removed his sunglasses, leaning forward and propping his elbows on his knees.
βAbsolutely not.β She shifted in her seat. βI assumed since you didnβt have any clean clothes, you might want to order a few things. Itβs totally up to you. Thereβs no dress code on the property, with the exception of the hotel dining area.β
Clasping her hands on top of the paperwork on her desk, she gave us a sincere smile. βLook, yβall, Iβm here to help. Iβm sorry to hear about your friend.β Her gaze fell on mine, holding it for a second. βIs he all right, if you donβt mind me asking?β
βFine,β I said, studying the blue depths of her irises. βJust a little banged up.β
She nodded sympathetically. βLet me get this paperwork out of the way. Iβm sure youβve had a trying day.β
Turning to the computer on the side table, she punched in the information from the sheet of paper on her desk. A few minutes later she stood, handing each of us a fat envelope.
βIt was nice to meet yβall.β She extended a hand to Logan, and then to Sean. βPlease let me know if I can be of any assistance during your stay. The bungalows are out back, at the far end of the property. Would you like me to call for a cart to take you there?β
βIβm sure weβll manage,β Logan said with a chuckle, giving her a wide grin. βThanks for all your help.β
He nodded at Sean, who thanked Lily as well before following Logan out of the office. She stepped around the desk and clasped her hands in front of her. I waited until the guys were out of earshot and closed the distance between us.
βSo what do you do for fun around here?β
That perfect, pink tongue darted out again. I assumed she wasnβt aware of what she was doing, but I couldnβt tear my gaze from her lips. An arc of electricity flowed between us, drawing me to her like a magnet.
βUm…β She trailed off, seeming unsure of her words. βIβve enclosed this brochure in the envelope I gave you. We haveββ
βI mean, what do you do for fun, Lily?β Placing a hand on her arm, the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. Definitely electricity.
Staring at me for a moment, her arm dropped limply to her side. βI work.β She smiled up at me. βAnd I go to school. I donβt have much time for fun.β
With that, she stepped toward the door, holding it open. Nodding, I shoved the envelope in my back pocket, leaning toward her on my way out. She smelled just like the freshly cut flowers in the lobby. Like a spring day.
βThatβs a shame, Lily. Everyone could use a little fun.β
It took a shitload of self-control not to look back when I sauntered down the hallway.
Before I made it five steps, the door clicked shut behind me.
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The Cast ofΒ Gone for You
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Lily
Logan
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AboutΒ Jayne Frost
Soβ¦who is Jayne?
As aΒ writer,Β you would think that would be a simple questionβ¦but itβs not. I spend so much time living in my characters heads, listening to their voices, that sometimes I forget about my own.
I guess I should start with the basics: the backstory. I was born and raised in California. At thisΒ point,Β Iβm usually asked what it was like to grow up near the beach, but sadly, I donβt know. I grew up in the βotherβ part of California. Perfect for an aspiring writer, if you ask me. You learn a lot about keeping yourself busy when the nearest house is a mile awayβ¦and it belongs to your grandparents.
I spent all my time with my nose in a book, living vicariously through theΒ characters,Β until I wrote a book of my own. I was ten at the time. It was a scintillating piece that cast the family pet as the protagonist.By the time I went to high school, I moved on to romance. Why? Because I met my very own prince charming. I wrote love poems in my journal about the green-eyed boy who stole my heart. He promised, the way all storybook heroes do, to sweep me away and take me on a grand adventure. And he did.We picked up and moved to the Lone Star State and began the story of us. The best stories begin without a road map or a compass. Veering off course makes the journey so much more interesting.
True to form, just when I thought my life was set, we started the next adventure. I traded in my cowboy boots and followed my green-eyed boy to Las Vegas. My home will always be in Texas, but my heart is anywhere that he is. Our beautiful daughter made the journey with us. Our son stayed in Texas, to write his own story.
Somehow, in the midst of the chaos that is our life, I find time to write. Writing is what I love. I might stray from romance every now and then if that is what moves meβ¦but I always come back. Some of the stories donβt seem romantic at all. They are gritty stories about flawed characters that find each other and hold on tight. Those are the stories that speak to me. Because thatβs life. I believe that every story should have a happy endingβeven the difficult ones.You can find me at Twitter at @jaynefrostbooks, Facebook, Pinterest, and my website.
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