Good Lies: A Wild Minds Novel by Charlotte West
Date of Publication: May 8, 2017
Blurb
"If Warren Price was gasoline, I'd be a lit match."
Addison Wanks, rock 'n' roll's favorite daughter, is good at keeping secrets.
Secret One
She's responsible for the long-standing feud between her father's band, Wanks and Janks, and younger band Wild Minds. She may or may not have let Wild Minds' sexy bad-boy lead singer Warren defile her backstage at a concert.
Okay, she totally did.
Secret Two
She's supposed to be attending college but instead skips town to follow Wild Minds on their European tour. Addy adores Warren Price.
Secret Three
Europe doesn't go so well. Her sexy lead singer turned out to be king of a**holes. He's arrogant, demanding and controlling. Addy loathes Warren Price.
Oh, well.
Secret Four
A few years later, Addy is planning to attend her father's farewell tour when she hears the news—Wild Minds is back in the good graces of Wanks and Janks. The two bands will be headlining together. This is going to make avoiding Warren difficult. Especially since it seems Warren doesn't want to be ignored. He also doesn't want a divorce. That's right, Addy is married to the Wild Minds front man.
Sh. Don't tell anyone.
What will happen when all Addy's secrets are revealed?
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About Charlotte West
Charlotte West writes romance about strong heroines and the sexy alpha males who love them. She lives in Washington state with her husband and very large dog (think miniature pony size). She spends way too much money on books, and way too much time reading. When she's not reading, she's feeding her reality television addiction, eating chocolate, or traveling. She's been known to consume her weight in Girl Scout cookies.
She has a degree in Science and a Master's in Education, neither of which she is currently using but is still paying for. Occasionally, she moonlights as a YA author.
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EXCERPT:
I
stuck out my hand. He left me hanging for a moment. But then he grabbed hold,
his palm warm and dry in mine.
“Wild Minds,” he said, still
holding my hand.
“What?” I asked, all out of breath.
“It’s the name of my band.”
“Oh.” I tried yanking my hand back
but he held fast. Strong bastard.
“Party girl, Peace, Addy, can I ask
you another question before you go?”
Our handshake had turned into some
odd variation of hand-holding. “I don’t see why not.”
“You ever been kissed by a guy in a
band?”
“No.” I didn’t add that I’d never
been kissed period.
“You’re about to be.” A light
entered his eyes just before he swooped down. A bottle crashed, breaking on the
floor—the one from his hand. He’d dropped it. The smell of beer permeated the
air. My arms moved of their own volition, looping around his neck. His skin was
soft and smooth. His lips grazed mine. His tongue slipped into my mouth,
teasing me. Stars exploded between my eyes. Everything inside me ignited.
He paused. Withdrew. Serious
ice-blue eyes on me.
I frowned. “More, please.” I
tightened my hold on him.
He chuckled, a husky sound I felt
through my whole body. “The fucking things you say.”
“Less talky, more kissy.”
He smirked. From that day forward,
I’d be a sucker for a smirk like that. His hand slid down over my waist,
cupping my bare thigh. My legs moved, wrapping around his waist. He pressed
into me, thrusting. I could feel his hardness. “Jesus, I’ve been hard since you
came in this room,” he ground out. He trailed kisses on my neck, little love
bites that ratcheted up the tension building in my belly.
I moaned.
He reared up but only to remove his
tee. Beautiful ink covered his body. I only had a split second to view it
before he came back down to kiss me again. My nails dug into his back.
“What the fuck is going on here?” I
didn’t hear the door open. I didn’t recognize the voice, too caught up in War’s
hands on my body.
“Get the fuck out, Billy,” Warren
said against my throat. “This is a private party.”
Billy. Did he say Billy? It felt as
if I’d been drenched in ice-cold water. I pushed against my sexy tormentor.
Peering over his shoulder, I saw my father and Trent in the doorway. I sniffed.
The bottom dropped out of my stomach.
What’s the worst thing that can
happen to a teenage girl? Getting caught making out with an older guy… by her
father.
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