Fool for You: A Second Chance Romance Short E-Book

Bethany Lopez

• Herausgeber: Bethany Lopez
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Seitenzahl: 25

Beschreibung

When Tenley scores an exclusive interview with the ultra private rock band, Whiskey Heat, she just knows it's going to be her big break. What she doesn't expect is to find out their head of security is none other than Simon, her first love. 
When the one that got away is suddenly standing right in front of her, will she run or be a Fool for Love?

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Fool for You

A Second Chance Romance Short

Bethany Lopez

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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One

My ears were still ringing as the lead singer of Whiskey Heat thanked the crowd and started off the stage after finishing their encore.

This was my unicorn interview and as the three brothers who made up the band walked past me, my hands began to sweat and my stomach rolled. The band only toured every three years or so and the tours consisted of four small venues and one stadium venue. Over the years they’d become this underground hit with rabid fans who salivated over the prospect of seeing them live.

They were like anti-rock stars. Brothers who’d been playing together since they were young. All married with children. And all with careers separate from the band. They’d dropped only three records in the last three years under their label with Brandt Industries and they NEVER did interviews.

Until now.

I wasn’t embarrassed to admit I’d been gunning for this interview for the last six years. Ever since I’d started working for Rolling Stone Magazine. I’d been denied at every turn and then last year I’d been a witness during a trial in which one of the queens of Whiskey Heat was the prosecutor.

Ming O’Malley was the wife of Brady, the middle brother and drummer for the band. After the case was over I’d asked to do an interview with her and she’d agreed. The piece was for my baby, a true crime podcast I’d started a few years ago.

Ming and I had hit it off, which was a total happy accident. I swear, I wasn’t a stalker. I hadn’t even realized she was married to Brady O’Malley until I saw a picture of him and their son on her desk.

I was still staring after them, my mouth slightly open as adrenaline and excitement coursed through me, when I noticed a man with a headset trying to get my attention. I focused on him and saw he was gesturing for me to follow the band, so I snapped myself out of it and scurried after them.

A big beefy bouncer type stepped in front of me before I could enter the room behind them.

“I’m allowed,” I said, holding up my pass and sending up a silent prayer they hadn’t changed their mind.

He narrowed his eyes and studied the pass for so long I started to feel sweat track down my spine, before silently stepping aside.

“Thanks,” I murmured automatically and crossed the threshold.

If I’d expected to see drugs, scantily clad groupies, or a table full of empty liquor bottles, I would have been sorely disappointed. But then again if I’d expected that I’d have no business being allowed back here at all.

The room was packed and there was a bottle of whiskey on the table, but instead of groupies there were wives, and in place of drugs was a buffet fit for kings, which smelled so good my stomach growled in response.

“Tenley, glad you could make it.”

I swung my head toward the sound of my name and my nerves eased a bit when I saw Ming gliding gracefully toward me, a welcoming smile on her face.

“Hi,” I replied, accepting her brief hug. “Thank you so much for inviting me. You’ll have to tell me how I can repay you.”

I’d said this to her a million times since she’d offered to get me a ticket and interview, and her response was always the same. She simply waved my offer off, shook her head and said, “There’s no need. I know you’ll write a tasteful and honest article which will show what talented, loving, and humble men the O’Malley brothers are.”

“Did somebody say humble?”

I glanced up to see Brendan O’Malley, lead singer and total freaking heartthrob grinning at his sister-in-law.

“If they did they weren’t talking about you, that’s for sure,” Brock, the guitarist and eldest brother retorted.

Brady gave Brock a high five, but Brendan ignored them as he joined Ming and me.

“You must be the reporter Ming told us about. I’m Brendan and those goons are my brothers.”

I shook his offered hand as a nervous giggle escaped my lips.

Jeez, how embarrassing.

“Tenley,” I managed, sure my cheeks were burning red. “It’s amazing to meet you.”

Amazing to meet you?

Brendan chuckled good-naturedly and motioned for me to step into the room and out of the doorway.

“You already know me and Ming… The gorgeous woman manning the buffet is my wife, Bronagh. We catered from Callahan’s, our pub. Freckles, come meet Tenley, she’s gonna write a story about how sexy and amazing the O’Malley brothers are…”

Bronagh laughed and rolled her eyes at her husband, but gave me a friendly smile and said, “Welcome. Just don’t feed this one’s ego anymore, he’s already impossible to live with.”

I grinned back, thinking how nice and normal everyone seemed.

“This big beast is Brock and the broody looking guy sipping on his Jameson is Brady.”

I nodded, unable to speak as I was completely star struck. Yes, they were all acting like regular people, but the hotness in this room was on another level. It was quite intimidating.

Add to that, the talent of these men and the fact that I was a complete fangirl, and well I was just proud of myself for not jumping up and down and screaming like a tween meeting the Jonas Brothers.