For a brief moment, familiar panic rushes back. Will this change things? Is she going to pull the offer off the table now that she knows the truth? I glance back at Oliver whose expression hasn’t changed. Still steady. Still confident. Still full of love and strength. He kisses the side of my head, and the panic dissolves. Peace settles over me instead. Whatever comes next doesn’t matter. If they don’t want me because of who I was, I don’t need them. Viv Hastings has proven she can make it on her own.
“So this opportunity you wrote me about?” My voice is firm, curious when I continue. “You have a band looking for a lead singer?”
Sam clears her throat, and I hear the amusement—and possible excitement—in her tone when she speaks again. “I do. And now that I know it’s you, I’m even more confident about this fit. Both of you are looking to start over. Both of you have tremendous talent and a musical identity you’re still trying to form. Both have come through a dramatic fall and are searching for a path back up. This band has been through hell lately, but they’ve culled the poison from their ranks and are looking to start fresh. If you’re open to it, I’d love to have you sit down with the lead guitarist who’s forming the band: Julian Campbell.”
“Julian Campbell? Why does that name sound familiar?”
“His former band just spent a lot of time in the headlines, unfortunately. Perhaps you heard him mentioned during that scandal. They’ve dissolved for good, but two of the remaining members are looking to start over. Julian was the former rhythm guitarist for Eastern Crush.” She draws in a deep breath. “Look, I get that this is a huge step down for you, but—”
“Set it up.”
“Wait… you’re sure?”
I glance over at Oliver who grins back with the answer in my heart since the moment she reached out. Since someone believed in me.
Genevieve Fox feared the fall.
Viv Hastingslives for the climb.
“Yes, Sam. I’m in.”
Stay tuned for FINDING EAST, the next chapter of the Turner Artist Rocker Series, featuring Julian and Hadley.
FINDING EAST: A TURNER ARTIST ROCKER NOVEL
Turner Artist Management Urgent Action Item:
✔ Redeem the remnants of disgraced rockers Eastern Crush
When one of your top artists asks for a favor, you listen. When it involves rescuing two members of the band that betrayed him, you wonder what secrets remain.
Still, I do it—by recruiting an A-list superstar to lead their journey back from exile. But when her trusted assistant clashes with the band leader and guitarist, sparks will fly, igniting old wounds and new threats. Explosive tension amidst a desperate battle for redemption, what’s an agency to do?
See, I’m just the manager. The story that follows actually belongs to my embattled client Julian Campbell and the fiery assistant who’s captured his wrath—and fascination.
Because now that angry sparks have hinted at a passionate blaze, everyone’s desperate to know:
Who is HADLEY CRAWFORD??
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Excerpt from NIGHT SHIFTS BLACK
NSB Book 1
by Alyson Santos
Copyright © 2016 by Alyson Santos
All Rights Reserved
Day One.
I’d be lying if I said I don’t notice him enter the restaurant. We all do. It’s impossible not to.
He isn’t drop-dead gorgeous or anything. In fact, I can’t describe a single trait I haven’t seen before. He’s not particularly tall, nor is he memorably short. His hair is messy in an intentional kind of way that makes you think he cares a little, but not too much. At the very least, he used to care and old habits die hard. He’s dressed similarly, casual, but uncomfortably so, like this is his one pair of jeans in a closet full of suits. Although really, his jeans are too expensive to count as jeans anyway. He hasn’t shaved in a couple days but it suits him and makes you pretty sure it’s an intentional look. No, it isn’t any of that.
It’s the way his eyes scan the café. The chairs, the walls, the ceiling. The way what should be a very confident young man cowers in the entrance, the cold air blowing in behind him, interrupting our breakfasts with his personal drama. Stan Hemford even mutters something about moving in or moving out, but I don’t worry about Stan. I can only stare at our intruder’s clenched fists and the way they mirror his set jaw. He’s here, but he doesn’t want to be.
And then, his eyes seem to find what he’s looking for.
Me.
I almost choke on my tea as he begins his approach, and my brain launches a frantic index of the last few years, trying to piece together why I’d have any role in this person’s life. Maybe he kind of looks familiar, but I don’t think I know him. He isn’t the type you’d forget so I believe myself. In a brief moment of absurdity I even consider the possibility that this is a real live hit. But he doesn’t look like a hit man, at least not what a girl who’s spent most of her life in a rural Pennsylvania town imagines a hit man to look like. He looks more like the guy who would hire the hit man. Actually, he looks like
