Rock Legend
by Tara Leigh
Series: Nothing But Trouble, #2
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 17, 2018
I’m no Prince Charming.
Most people know me as the drummer for Nothing but Trouble. Depending who you ask, I’m also a playboy, a loner, the life of the party, a screw-up, or according to my fans, “The Sexiest Rock Star on the Planet.” Apparently, I’m a legend.
Am I surprised? Hell, no. It’s a reputation I’ve earned behind my drum kit and behind closed doors. No one thought foster kid Landon Cox would become famous. Infamous, maybe. Notorious, probably. But successful? Never. No one except Piper Hastings. But I had to make a choice: my woman or my career. I picked fame and fortune . . . and spent every damn day since pretending I don’t regret it.
Now fate’s dropped Piper back into my life. I want to believe it’s a second chance for me—for us. But while I can give her a few great nights, I can’t give Piper a future.
Because there’s a difference between a legend and a fairy tale . . .
Only one of them ends happily ever after.
Piper Hastings.
Shock rippled through me, my heart pounding against my ribs.
Not quite a full head shorter than me, Piper’s blonde hair fell to her shoulders, like sunshine that had been spun into silk. Those fathomless blue eyes I hadn’t seen in six years—except for the countless nights they’d haunted my dreams—went from surprise to horror in seconds as she took a reflexive step back, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
I fought an urge to close the distance between us, hard. Shoving my hands into my pockets, I somehow managed to resist the itch to plow them through Piper’s hair, to wrap those golden strands in my fists as I plundered her lips.
Judging from the animosity clinging to her skin a shadow, I had no doubt she would sooner bite my tongue off than kiss me back. “You enjoy the show, Piper?”
One shoulder lifted in a dismissive shrug. “Your fans seemed satisfied.”
I grunted at the insinuation that Piper wasn’t one of them. “We aim to please.”
The perimeter of blue wrapped around her pupils brightened, flashing at me like a warning sign. “No one more than yourself, I’m sure.”
Piper may as well have waved a red flag at a bull. That spark inside her—it sure as hell wasn’t indifference. Proof she still felt something for me kindled hope inside my chest, triggering a throaty growl. “Once upon a time, I pleased you.”
Piper took another step back. “Once upon a time? You might want to hold off on the fairytale comparisons. You’re no Prince Charming, Landon.”
She was right, of course. Gallant, I was not. Never wanted to be either. I’d grown a thick skin early in life, and the only one who’d ever gotten under it, burrowing way down deep, was Piper.
“Actually,” I said, extending my arms out in either direction. “Haven’t you heard? I’m a fucking legend.”
She leveled an icy glare my way. “You’re a fucking asshole.”
One corner of my lips quirked up. Fire and ice, my Pippa. “That, too.”
Shock rippled through me, my heart pounding against my ribs.
Not quite a full head shorter than me, Piper’s blonde hair fell to her shoulders, like sunshine that had been spun into silk. Those fathomless blue eyes I hadn’t seen in six years—except for the countless nights they’d haunted my dreams—went from surprise to horror in seconds as she took a reflexive step back, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
I fought an urge to close the distance between us, hard. Shoving my hands into my pockets, I somehow managed to resist the itch to plow them through Piper’s hair, to wrap those golden strands in my fists as I plundered her lips.
Judging from the animosity clinging to her skin a shadow, I had no doubt she would sooner bite my tongue off than kiss me back. “You enjoy the show, Piper?”
One shoulder lifted in a dismissive shrug. “Your fans seemed satisfied.”
I grunted at the insinuation that Piper wasn’t one of them. “We aim to please.”
The perimeter of blue wrapped around her pupils brightened, flashing at me like a warning sign. “No one more than yourself, I’m sure.”
Piper may as well have waved a red flag at a bull. That spark inside her—it sure as hell wasn’t indifference. Proof she still felt something for me kindled hope inside my chest, triggering a throaty growl. “Once upon a time, I pleased you.”
Piper took another step back. “Once upon a time? You might want to hold off on the fairytale comparisons. You’re no Prince Charming, Landon.”
She was right, of course. Gallant, I was not. Never wanted to be either. I’d grown a thick skin early in life, and the only one who’d ever gotten under it, burrowing way down deep, was Piper.
“Actually,” I said, extending my arms out in either direction. “Haven’t you heard? I’m a fucking legend.”
She leveled an icy glare my way. “You’re a fucking asshole.”
One corner of my lips quirked up. Fire and ice, my Pippa. “That, too.”
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