Hung Out: A Needles and Pins Rock Romance (42 page)

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Scarlette and Gage know they can’t hide their relationship from public eyes forever, but it should be easy enough to fly under the radar while they are separated by Gage’s rehab stay.

Or not…

When a viral sex video outs them as lovers, their very new and now long distance relationship is tested.

Hung Out

Finding her best friend and getting the hell out of California is top priority. Especially as the relationship with her rock star stepbrother becomes more complicated with each passing day...

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Scarlette and Gage know they can’t hide their relationship from public eyes forever, but it should be easy enough to fly under the radar while they are separated by Gage’s rehab stay.

Or not…

When a viral sex video outs them as lovers, their very new and now long distance relationship is tested.

I could have been any rock star’s kid. My mom dated dozens of famous musicians over a decade and a half, and I use the word dating very loosely. Any one of them could’ve been the one.

But I hit the rock star daddy lottery.

That’s what people are acting like anyway. It’s sickening.

I’m Scarlette Conterra daughter of Tyler Conterra, rock icon who fatally overdosed three weeks shy of joining the twenty-seven club. His millions multiplied into billions over twenty years, and I’m days away from reaching trust fund age.

I’m not going to lie and say it won’t give me a thrill never again to worry about paying my bills. Being offered my own onyx charge plate and invited into elite social sites is also a strange kick. But I’d give it all up and go back to bartending my way through college to have one real memory of my dad—one little clip in my head or fuzzy image that I know for certain is not part of a YouTube video or a Google Image.

I can’t imagine anyone will believe that. But it’s true.

Achy eyes and blurred vision kept her from continuing. Her thumb rested on the keypad of her phone while she squinted the almost tears away and read what she’d typed.

What the hell?

She was supposed to be writing a two-hundred-word essay on ‘The Biggest Misconception About You.’ It was one of five such questions on the application to her dream college of naturalistic medicine.

This rambling monologue although very true, was unacceptable.

Extremely personal.

Bringing up a new screen, she watched the icon blink and thought back to a couple of months ago. What was the biggest misconception about Scarla Smythe? Never mind that girl faded into nothingness a few nights ago on the red carpet.

Scarla Smythe was safe.

Scarlette Conterra was terrifying.

S
o damn sexy. In body and soul.
And she was his girl.

For now.

The clock in his head never stopped these days when rehab loomed closer with each second, waiting to take him from her.

It killed him that he was going to miss her birthday. It made him crazy to think about being separated for months, especially when their relationship was so new.

Sifting through the pictures his publicist had sent, Gage stopped on one.

Scarlette stepping from the limo, protectively centered with him on one side and Colt on the other. His hand was behind her, resting on her back. Colt’s hand was curved above her elbow. Her dazzling smile looked as natural as if she’d been appearing at publicity events forever. It was Colt and he who were glaring into the camera lens.