Wait For Me by K.L. Grayson
Release Date: July 23, 2019
Wait for Me, an all-new standalone contemporary romance
by USA Today bestselling author K.L. Grayson.
My life is a mess. Literally.
I’m a single dad, which means If
I’m not cleaning up spilled milk or changing a diaper, I’m pulling gum from my daughter’s hair. I
barely have enough time to eat—let alone sleep.
And women? Forget about it. That
ship sailed two years ago along with my ex-wife. My brother says I need to get laid. I say, screw
that. I’m content with my life, until pop star Nora Hayes walks through my best friend’s front door
and flips my world upside down.
She’s beautiful, famous, and
completely off limits.
My life is a headline waiting to happen.
It all started with fishnet stockings
and ended with a baseball bat to boyfriend’s Porsche, putting me on the front page of every
newspaper and gossip magazine in the country.
My life is spiraling out of control
and I’m ready to make some serious changes. What I’m not ready for is a hunky man to strut his
jean clad tush into my life. Grayson Calhoun is as rugged as he is sweet. He’s also way in over
his head with his kids, and I have an offer I’m hoping he can’t refuse.
What starts as an agreement,
turns to a friendship, and quickly escalates to stolen kisses and heated nights spent wrapped in
each other’s arms. What we have is temporary. I promise him that I won’t fall in
But I make that promise already
knowing it’s a lie.
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What is all of this?” she asks, flipping through the pages of my chicken scratch.
“Ideas from Marnie.”
“The manager I spoke with. Keep up, Jessa.”
“Sorry. Tell me about her.”
“There isn’t much to tell. She was nice. We talked about what went wrong with Becky, where my career has been, and the direction I want to take it. And get this, she outlined a plan for making it happen. We video conferenced for almost three hours, and I’m really impressed with her.”
“So, what happens now?”
“I told her I’m not ready to go back to LA, and she agreed. I’m going to spend the summer working on some of my own songs for the next album. She’s going to talk with the music execs and make sure they’re on the same page as us.”
“And if they’re not?”
“Then we’ll go somewhere else. They aren’t the only label in town. Anyway, Marnie thinks it’s a good idea to lay low after what happened with Todd—let the media interest die down while she works on putting our plan in motion, and when I go to Todd’s
premiere, Marnie and I will meet in person.”
“You still have to go to Todd’s premiere?”
I groan and drop onto the bed beside Jessa.
“It is what it is. I shouldn’t have bashed the hell out of his Porsche or stolen his BMW, although it felt great. Lesson learned. Next time I’ll beat up the guy, not the car.”
“Let’s hope there isn’t a next time. I thought your brother was going to lose his mind when you called and told us what happened. He was ready to hop a plane and hunt Todd down.”
I smile at the thought. Nick isn’t a fighter, but I know he’d go head to head if it meant protecting Jessa or me. “Thank you again for letting me crash here.”
“Stop thanking us. You’re family. This is your home too.”
I rest my hand on hers and squeeze it gently. “Love you, Jessa.”
“I hate to break up the chick fest,” Nick says, appearing in the doorway, “but I’m starving.”
“What are you doing home from work?” I ask.
“Didn’t you hear me? I’m starving. I was hoping one of you would make me lunch.”
I give Jessa a nudge. “He’s your husband.”
Nick holds out his hand and pulls Jessa into his arms. The way they look at each other, with stars in their eyes, is absolutely adorable, and also a little disgusting.
They kiss, and Jessa melts. I want what they have. When Nick deepens the kiss, I throw a pillow at their heads.
“Can you take that into another room, please?”
The two lovebirds laugh and stumble out, but the giggling doesn’t stop. I hear another door shut and then a thump, followed by a moan. I cover my ears and flop back on the bed.
This is going to be a long summer.
About K.L. Grayson
K.L. Grayson resides in a small
town outside of St. Louis, MO. She is entertained
daily by her extraordinary
husband, who will forever inspire every good quality she
writes in a man. Her entire life
rests in the palms of six dirty little hands, and when the
day is over and those pint-sized
cherubs have been washed and tucked into bed, you can find her typing away furiously on her
computer. She has a love for alpha-males,
brownies, reading, tattoos,
sunglasses, and happy endings…and not particularly in that
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