She's living her dream...
Kylie Ryans is the biggest thing to come out of Nashville since, well, since Trace Corbin. With a hit album and a powerful label behind her, she appears to be the girl who has it all.
But appearances can be deceiving.
Fresh out of rehab, Trace Corbin is ready to take on the world. Just not the girl he walked away from. Because if there's one thing he knows for certain, it's that the people you love are the ones who have the power to destroy you.
As their worlds collide, they'll have to make the ultimate choice. Follow their dreams, or give it all up for love.
They say love conquers all, but for Kylie and Trace, it just might wreck everything they've worked for.
The answer, unfortunately, was no. No he could not handle being on tour with her. Kind of a shitty time to be realizing this, that much he knew for certain.
Knowing she was less than twenty feet away, probably scantily clad in one of her favorite threadbare T-shirts under her covers was killing him.
His blood burned in his veins as he lay in his own bed sans covers. Somehow her scent had infiltrated the entire bus. He wasn’t sure if he was actually inhaling that sweet warm vanilla-honey smell he loved so much or if his memory had become so vivid that it included all five senses now.
But it wasn’t his memory keeping him awake. It was his inability to tell the future that had him tossing and turning.
Questions swarmed and stung him in all his weakest spots. What if she brings Blythe on the bus? What if he sleeps in her room? Or worse—doesn’t sleep in there?
The thought of hearing even the tiniest sound of pleasure coming from her room while another man was in it stoked the fire she’d lit inside of him. The intensity was like nothing Trace had ever known.
He’d never been possessive or concerned about the love lives of any women other than his sisters. And that was just because he had their best interests at heart and because, naturally, he didn’t want to know anything about their sex lives. Despite the fact that Claire Ann and Rae were thirty and nineteen respectively, in his head, they’d never had sex—nor would they ever.
But Kylie Ryans had. He knew firsthand that she’d had great sex. Earth-shattering, mind-blowing, ruin-your-whole-damn-life-for-anyone-else-ever sex. He knew because she’d had it with him.
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