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Originally
from the San Francisco Bay Area, Alison now lives in Southern Nevada where
she’s still getting used to the blistering summers and the slot machines in
every grocery store.
When
not working at the day job that pays the bills, keeps a roof over her head, and
supports her book and chocolate habits, Alison spends most of her free time
writing. But when she takes a break, she enjoys reading, watching movies, and
spending time with her family and friends.
Blurb about
Hearts on Fire:
Country
music star Jessie Grant has it all. An amazing voice, a string of
multi-platinum albums, and a sold-out concert tour. But just before her Hearts
on Fire tour rolls into Las Vegas, her lead guitarist is badly injured and is
unable to play. Desperate to find a replacement before the night of a televised
live show, Jessie is forced to accept help from the last person on earth she
wants to see again.
Drew Carmichael has
earned a well-deserved reputation as one of the best up-and-coming musicians in
Nashville, without cashing in on his renowned father’s name. When Jessie’s
manager calls and asks him to fill in for her band’s injured guitar player, he
agrees to help Jessie out even though she cut him out of her life four months
ago.
In Sin City, sparks
fly between Jessie and Drew, and it isn’t long before they give in to their
mutual attraction. But when the dark past Jessie has successfully hidden for
ten years explodes in the media, their tenuous bond is put to the test, and
both Jessie and Drew must learn to trust each other if they don’t want their
newfound romantic relationship to go up in flames.
Excerpt from Hearts on
Fire:
As if sensing she was being watched,
she turned and their gazes collided across the stage. Her smile faltered as the
seconds ticked by. She remained rooted to the spot, so he moved forward. One of
them had to make the first move; it looked like it would be him.
“Hey,” he said as he halted in front
of her.
She thanked the roadie, who smiled
and left them to attend to Tara and Renee.
“Hello,” she replied, her tone
formal and her eyes guarded. “Thank you for agreeing to help us out.”
“You’re welcome.” He rested his arm
along the top of his favorite guitar, a Fender Strat that he’d bought when he
was sixteen, after years of saving his allowance and hoarding the money he’d
earned doing odd jobs around town.
Although his father had made good
money and left them fairly well-off after he died, his mom always believed that
he should learn the value of money. It was a lesson he’d learned well, and to
this day, he hadn’t touched one dollar of the money his father had left him. He
wanted to make something of himself on his own terms, not because he had
connections or an inheritance.
“Wally gave me the set list
yesterday. It looks like it’s pretty much the same as before,” he said, after
an uncomfortable silence.
“For the most part.” Jessie tucked a
strand of dark hair behind her ear. “The only difference is, I’ve changed up
the order so that some of my older stuff is sprinkled throughout the set. Works
better that way.”
He nodded. “So what the hell
happened to Kenny? Wally said he broke his arm?”
Jessie rolled her eyes. “The damn
fool decided to take a swan dive off the stage, and because he’d had a couple
of fireballs before the show, he miscalculated how close the audience was to
the stage and fell smack dab onto the concrete floor.”
Drew gasped, equally shocked and
amused at the picture she’d painted. “Jesus. Are you serious?”
Her lips curved upwards with a ghost
of a smile. It was something, even if it wasn’t the usual mega-watt smile she
gave him when they used to hang out together. “It’s true. I couldn’t make
something like that up. Broke his arm in two places.”
“Ouch.” He winced, thinking of the
pain Kenny must have been in. “So he’ll be laid up for a while?”
“Looks like it,” she said. Then,
without warning, her tone turned frosty again, and the laughter vanished from
her eyes. “Well, we should get started. Do you feel comfortable with all the
songs?”
“Yeah. I could do them in my sleep,”
he said, then frowned. “Did that sound cocky?”
“No. Just confident.” Her unreadable
eyes roamed over his face. “Wally wants us to do a duet.”
“I know.”
He’d taken a look at the sheet music
and recognized the song immediately. Anybody who’d ever attended a wedding in
the last twenty years would probably be aware of the hit ballad that was
popular in the early ‘80s. It was a nice song, and one that would suit his and
Jessie’s harmonies to a tee.
“I’m not sold on the idea, but he
seems to think it’ll be good for the CMT taping.”
“Whatever you decide is fine with
me.” He brushed his hair back from his eyes and held her gaze. “I miss talking
to you, Jessie,” he said, unable to stop himself.
Her eyes flickered with some unknown
emotion, which vanished as quickly as it came.
“We should get to work. Time’s a
wastin’.” And with that, she turned her back on him, moved to the center mic
near the front of the stage and never looked back.
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