SYNOPSIS
“Getting Lucky”
a song by Tro Gunnison
Wouldn’t care if I could. I’m up
to no good.
Taking what I want instead of what I
should.
I’m made of pure greed. There’s
shit that I need.
The mask is off and the demon’s
freed.
I’m gonna get drunk.
I’m gonna get played.
I’m gonna get rich.
I’m gonna get laid.
And I’m gonna get Lucky.
Raised in the system, Shiloh Luck’s
first sixteen years have been anything but lucky. After winning The
Voice, she’s finally living the dream—a record contract, talk
shows, a North American tour opening for the hottest band out there.
Everything is going according to plan...until their frontman, Tro
Gunnison, explodes her life into chaos. He’s shallow,
self-centered, and completely infuriating, and he’ll do anything
for notoriety. Including her. Like it or not, she’s stuck with him
for three months on the road, but the longer they spend together, the
more she begins to realize there’s more to Tro than anyone has ever
dug deep enough to find. If his attention is anything other than just
another publicity gimmick, she might let herself see where it leads.
But before she can risk everything, she has to be sure.
If there’s one thing that Tro
Gunnison has learned in the six years since he left his past in the
dust, it’s that living life big, bold, and totally outrageous keeps
people from seeing past the glare. He’s buried his demons beneath
six feet of sex, drugs, and rock and roll, and he’s convinced no
one will ever dig them up…until Lucky. She’s young, but not
naive, and without even trying, she sees past the facade to the man
underneath…which scares the hell out of him. Because what started
out as smoke and mirrors has somehow turned real, and for the first
time in his life, there’s someone he cares about more than himself.
But it turns out getting Lucky could be a double-edged sword.
He’s always been sure it would be his
past that would bring him down, but it might turn out to be Jail Bait
instead.
GOODREADS:
EXCERPT
Chapter
1
Tro
I
squint against the reflection of the megawatt stage lights off the
shiny cover of the Rolling Stone issue Jimmy Fallon is holding
up for the The Tonight Show cameras. There’s a ripple of
excited chatter from the live audience, then a girl near the back
shouts, “Marry me, Tro!”
On
the screen at stage right, I watch as the TV monitor pans in on the
cover, a full frontal of me totally nude except for the black and red
Schector C-1 Hellraiser hanging from the strap around my neck and
covering the part of me that would have made the cover X-rated
otherwise. She’s my baby—my first electric guitar and the only
thing I own that I truly give a shit about.
Jimmy
flips his hand at the image. “It’s pretty safe to say you’re
comfortable in the limelight, but some people say you’re over the
top.”
I
almost never agree to interviews. First, you sort of have to be sober
for them, and second, they’re bullshit. But Jimmy’s pretty cool,
and my manager was pissed that I’d turned down every other
promotional opportunity leading up to this tour, so here I am.
I
loop my arm over the back of the chair next to his desk and slouch
into it, crossing one black-booted ankle over the other knee. “Balls
out, man. That’s how I live my life. I know some people find that
offensive, but…” I give the audience my best I-don’t-give-a-shit
smirk. “Who the fuck cares?”
There’s
a mix of chuckles and gasps from the studio audience, and the girl in
the back yells out, “I love you!”
Jimmy
cringes. “And…that’s why we do these segments on tape,” he
says, scratching the top of his head. He leans on his elbows toward
me. “So balls out.”
I
nod. “I live life on my own terms. Otherwise, what’s the point. I
march to someone else’s orders, then I’m living someone else’s
life. I’m not gonna waste my time worrying about what other people
think. I do my thing, they do theirs, and everyone’s happy. That’s
all it’s gotta be.”
A
wry smile curves Jimmy’s mouth as his fingers drum the desk.
“That’s pretty philosophical for a guy who’s first big hit was
about getting lucky in the middle of a barroom brawl.”
I
pull myself up straighter. “Let it be, let it be, let it be, oh let
it be,” I sing, doing my best John Lennon. Girls in the audience
scream. “That was a from guy who’s first hit was all about
begging some chick to love him.” I plant my elbow into the arm of
the chair and lean toward Jimmy. “And as for nailing someone in the
middle of a brawl, the deeper symbolism there is that life is all
about finding the positive in adverse situations—looking for the
silver lining, and all that shit. So that song might have been a
little more philosophical than you’re giving it credit for.”
He
cuts an amused glance backstage. “Got your finger ready on that
bleeper, Pete?”
I’d
apologize, but I don’t. Ever. That’s part of living balls out. I
live in the moment and never apologize for any of it.
Or
regret it.
I spent way too much time doing that before I learned that the only
thing that really matters is right now. My real life started
six years ago, when I walked away from what I thought was
life. I never look back at all the shit that came before. None of it
matters.
“So, I’ve got to ask,” Jimmy says, setting the Rolling Stone
issue face down on his desk. “How sick do you get of the paparazzi
and the tabloids? You must feel like you’re living in a fishbowl
most of the time.”
He’s
right but, “I don’t really give a shit.”
My
manager, Ray, called me last night while I was kicking back at the
hotel with the guys to ask me what the fuck I was thinking.
Apparently, last night’s episode of Access Hollywood had
someone’s iPhone footage of me banging some actress I don’t even
remember meeting on a table at the Sunset Lounge. I was pretty fucked
up at that after-party, but just because I don’t remember it
doesn’t mean I doubt it happened.
“The
way I see it, they’re just doing their job, trying to make a buck.
Why anyone would want to read or watch that shit is beyond me, but as
long as there’s a market, I can’t really get too pissed about
it.”
“You
don’t feel like you’re entitled to a private life?” he asks.
I
give him half a shrug. “Nothing they do is going to change anything
I do. I’m just living my life. If they feel compelled to capture
that on film, so be it.”
“That
attitude will probably save your sanity.” He scoops a copy of
Roadkill’s latest studio CD off his desk and holds it up for the
camera. On the over, I’ve got this sort of deranged psycho-killer
look in my eye and the guys are in the shadows behind me. Totally
fucking sinister.
“Speaking
of which, the lead single off your new CD, ‘Insane,’ debuted at
number one on the rock charts last month.”
“Yeah.”
I send an appreciative wave toward the audience. “Thanks, guys.”
A
handful of girls scream my name and the rest of the audience
applauds.
“Fuck
me, Tro!” the girl in the back shouts.
I
shield my eyes with my forearm and squint through the lights to a
seat near the back, where two security guards are converging. “Be
right there, doll.” I flick a hand at Jimmy. “Just give me a sec
to finish up what I’m doing here.”
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~Marlene's Review~
Another great installment in the Jail Bait *Standalone* Series!
Mia Storm brings us another taboo tale that has us rooting for the forbidden romance. Great writing, great story flow, great characters, and a slow build journey that's addicting from beginning to end!
Shiloh Luck began as a young song writer. She comes from rough beginnings, daily struggles and a strong self reliance that has carried her through it all. She quickly rises to fame by winning a reality TV show and scores a tour with one of the hottest bands. Enter Tro Gunnison, the lead singer of Roadkill....
Tro is your typical rock band man whore. His panty dropping abilities keep him sexually satisfied, living in the moment and making no apologies for it. As famous as he may be, Tro works hard to preserve his privacy and protect his secret past from the world. But suddenly, he finds himself more focused on Getting Lucky....
Although all of the installments in this series can standalone, I highly recommend reading them all!
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~The Jail Bait Series~
About the Mia Storm:
Mia Storm brings us another taboo tale that has us rooting for the forbidden romance. Great writing, great story flow, great characters, and a slow build journey that's addicting from beginning to end!
Shiloh Luck began as a young song writer. She comes from rough beginnings, daily struggles and a strong self reliance that has carried her through it all. She quickly rises to fame by winning a reality TV show and scores a tour with one of the hottest bands. Enter Tro Gunnison, the lead singer of Roadkill....
Tro is your typical rock band man whore. His panty dropping abilities keep him sexually satisfied, living in the moment and making no apologies for it. As famous as he may be, Tro works hard to preserve his privacy and protect his secret past from the world. But suddenly, he finds himself more focused on Getting Lucky....
Although all of the installments in this series can standalone, I highly recommend reading them all!
*****************************************************************************
~The Jail Bait Series~
About the Mia Storm:
Mia
Storm is a hopeless romantic who is always searching for her happy
ending. Sometimes she’s forced to make one up. When that happens,
she’s thrilled to be able to share those stories with her readers.
She lives in California and spends much of her time in the sun with a
book in one hand and a mug of black coffee in the other, or hiking
the trails in Yosemite.
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