{TOUR: ALWAYS} BY AMANDA WEAVER + GIVEAWAY
Author: Amanda Weaver
Genre: Contemporary romance-age 20-30.
Publish Date: April 15, 2014
Publisher: Independently Published
Cover by: AngstyG/ www.angstyg.com
Event organized by: Literati Author Services, Inc.
~ Book Synopsis ~
From the moment they meet, their connection is perfect in every way but one.
It’s New Year’s Eve, 2006, and Justine James is fronting her dead-end band for a less-than-adoring crowd. But there’s one person there who sees what she could be—one person who changes everything for her.
Dillon Pierce clawed his way up from the LA streets with no one to count on but his best friend, Ash. Their years of struggle finally pay off when their band, Outlaw Rovers, gets signed and their single takes off. With Ash as the magnetic lead singer and Dillon as the band’s musical soul, they’re destined for greatness, provided Dillon can keep Ash from self-destructing first.
Dillon might not be fronting Outlaw Rovers, but he’s always been the only one Justine sees. She’s followed his career from afar and when he shows up at her crummy New Year’s Eve gig, nothing will stop her from meeting him. They forge an intense connection, rapidly moving from friends to musical soul mates. Justine wants much more, but she’s not willing to climb over groupies and industry bottom-feeders to make it happen. Dillon becomes a fixture in her life, but she has to figure out how to keep him out of her heart.
Outlaw Rovers begins to implode as Justine’s star is on the rise. The years that follow bring equal parts fame and ruin. For Justine, a new love supplants her old heartbreak, and Dillon has to reboot his life after losing nearly everything that matters. Despite the odds, Dillon and Justine remain devoted friends and musical collaborators. After all the missed chances, wrong turns and painful detours, can they finally find the happiness together that seemed destined from the start?
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Excerpt:
From Chapter 3:
The steel gate clanged behind her. “Justine, wait.”
Justine spun around to face Dillon. He was breathing hard from sprinting after her.
“That is not what I came here for!” She stabbed a finger towards the backstage entrance. “I’m not some fucking groupie who’s happy to wait in line just to give you a blow job!”
He held up both hands as he moved closer. “I know that. I know you’re not. And that’s not what I wanted from you when I asked you here.”
“Right. I forgot. You wanted to talk about music.”
“Yes, I did.” He stepped closer, into the pool of light from the streetlight behind her. His eyes were wide, his pupils tiny pinpricks, and he was still breathing hard, harder than he should have been from just chasing after her.
He’s lit, Justine thought miserably. Could the night become any more of a cliché?
“So where were we going to fit in the rock and roll? Before the sex but after the drugs?”
He sighed and raked a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. I was hanging out with Ash after the show and things got a little crazy. You know how it is.”
She laughed, short and humorless. “Yeah, I know how it is.”
“Listen, I still want to hang out with you.”
“I’m not waiting around until the coke wears off and the girls go home—”
“Not tonight,” he cut her off. “It’s too crazy back there and I meant it when I said I want to talk to you. I do. But not here, like this.”
Justine looked down at her feet while she thought about it. She was a smart girl and the smart thing to do would be to turn around and go home. But she also knew she and Dillon had something. Music, for sure. Maybe something else, too. It was the “something else” that made her nervous. She was attracted to him, she couldn’t lie to herself about it. But she didn’t want him like this, like that girl in his dressing room had him, and not if it wasn’t going to matter to him.
These fucking idiots.
Rocky leaned back on the bar, sipping his Jack and Coke, watching Dillon and Justine go through their endless dance around the obvious.
He hadn’t been too sure about Failsafe when they first launched the tour. That dick, David, made it hard to warm up to them. But the other guys—Paolo and Eddie—they turned out to be okay. And Justine… she might just be the coolest chick Rocky had ever met. Smart, sassy, talented and thoroughly unimpressed by Ash’s rock god shtick. That girl had a good head on her shoulders.
Except when it came to Dillon. Nobody could miss the way she looked at him, like the sun rose and set on him. Even Ash noticed it. He was standing a little ways down the bar fenced in by a couple of hot trashy girls he’d picked up somewhere. He smiled and flirted with them, but all the time, he kept one eye on Justine and Dillon where they stood a few feet away, heads together in intense conversation.
If Rocky didn’t know any better, he’d think the selfish bastard was jealous. Not of the spark between Dillon and Justine. Ash was undeniably, emphatically, indulgently straight. Rocky suspected he was just jealous that for the first time ever, Dillon looked to someone besides him. When Justine was there, Dillon didn’t need Ash as much.
That was one fucked up dynamic the two of them had going. But they’d been a team since they were kids. Their up-from-the mean-streets-of-Hollywood backstory was practically legend. Nobody was coming between that bond of brotherhood. Not even Justine.
And that was a damned shame, because Justine might look at Dillon like he was her personal God, but Dillon did it, too, and the idiot didn’t even realize it. Justine had put her heart on the line, but she was a smart girl and she knew she wasn’t going to win this war. Dillon didn’t even know he was fighting one. He wouldn’t figure it out until it was too late and the girl was gone. Rocky sure as hell didn’t want to be around to see that sad day. It was for the best anyway. Even if Dillon pulled his head out of his ass and closed the deal with Justine, he’d just fuck it up and break the girl’s heart.
It was probably better for everyone if Dillon kept doing what they all did, wasting time and living it up with a bunch of girls nobody could even name. Rocky didn’t mind that in the least. After years playing in every shitty band LA offered up, it was nice to enjoy a little of the rockstar payout. But he didn’t have someone like Justine hanging on the edge of his life, hoping for more. He liked to think that if he did, he wouldn’t be as stupid as Dillon was being. He wanted to believe that if a girl like that looked at him like she looked at Dillon, he’d hold on tight and never let go.
But he didn’t have a Justine. Not even close. He had an Amber. Or an Ashley, or whatever her name was, on her way back from the bathroom. And for tonight, it would have to be enough.
Like many writers, Amanda Weaver spent her childhood constantly telling stories. College steered her in a different direction and into a successful career as a designer. Several years ago, she picked up writing again strictly as a hobby, to blow off some creative steam. One thing led to another, National Novel Writing Month happened, and here we are.
Amanda Weaver grew up in Florida and now lives in Brooklyn, New York with her husband, daughter and two crazy cats.
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