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Fortune (High Road Divide #1) by Tia Giacalone
##Blurb: A painter, a poet, a publicist, and a punk-rock princess... the boys of High Road Divide have no idea that this tour will change everything.
Tommy Fortune hadn't realized he was looking for something different until he meets Cassandra Ryan. Soon their connection blurs the line between fame and reality, and it doesn't take long for Cassandra to follow her inspiration into his world, where paint-stained hands and guitar strings become the basis of their future. But nothing is as perfect as it looks from the outside, and even the most exposed still have secrets to keep. When tour life gets complicated, loyalties will be tested on the road, and they'll both learn that some harsh realities can't be painted over.
What happens when an artist stuck in black and white falls for a musician who only lives in color?
#EXCERPT: My head protested the abrupt movement as I less-than-gracefully jumped to my feet, brushing off the butt of my leggings with suddenly nervous hands. Who was Alan, exactly?
“Cassandra Ryan? I’m Alan Branding, security for Mr. Fortune.” He gave me a small smile and stuck out his hand.
Well, that answered that. A bodyguard. “Hi.”
We shook hands briefly, and then Alan offered me a car key. “Thomas — Mr. Fortune wanted to thank you again for the loan of your car.” He gestured to my hatchback. “We cleaned her up a bit, for your trouble.”
For the first time I actually looked at my car, and it did seem suspiciously shiny. Like… had it been waxed? I’d certainly never sprung for anything more than a basic carwash when it got too embarrassingly dirty, so this was a first. “Thanks.”
“There’s something for you on the front seat, as well.”
His words didn’t register at first. “What?”
Alan gave me another brief smile. “A more personal thank you, from Thomas.”
Curiosity nearly burned my already sweltering body to ashes right there in the parking lot. Tommy sent me a present?
Alan nodded, and I realized I’d spoken those words out loud. Shit.
I also noticed that Alan had abandoned the “Mr. Fortune” pretense, which was just as well considering he’d flubbed it every time he’d tried during our short conversations. It was strange to hear someone call him ‘Thomas’ but it seemed familiar in a way I liked. Maybe “Tommy” was more of a stage name, or maybe it was a little brotherly on Alan’s part. Either way, it sounded like they were close.
“Will you thank him for me?” I didn’t even know what the gift was, but did it matter?
A large black SUV pulled into the parking lot just then, and for a split second I hoped that Tommy would hop out of the back. But it merely glided up next to Alan, and he reached for the passenger-side door.
“I hope to see you again, Ms. Ryan. I’ll give Thomas your kind regards.”
The driver of the SUV, another man with short hair and a blazer, nodded at me with a tiny smile, and then they were gone.
Tia Giacalone Bio:
Tia Giacalone is a hairstylist, a former English Lit major, and blogger-turned-New Adult author. After many years of writing a now-retired personal blog, her work was also featured on numerous forums including Open Salon and Hooray Collective. She believes in eyeliner as a defense mechanism, equal rights, and Marc Jacobs. Her favorite things include One Direction, story time, and the overzealous use of punctuation. When not writing and reading, she binge watches only the best (subjective) TV shows. Tia lives in Southern California with her husband, daughter, and tiny dog.