Tempt My Heart

by Danielle Jamie

  Walking back to the car, I slide into the passenger seat and wrap my arms around Jordon. I just sit there for a few moments in his arms with neither of us saying anything.

  Finally breaking the silence, Jordon runs his fingers through my hair and asks, “Did you have a nice visit?”

  Nodding my head, I prop my chin on his chest and stare up into his eyes that are so full of love and understanding it makes me tear up, “Yes I did, and I am so happy to have you here with me. It’s not so overwhelming visiting him knowing your right here if I need you.”

  “Did you tell him about the dream?”

  Smiling as tears slide down my face, my chest shakes gently as I breathe in a few short breaths, “I did. I know it sounds crazy, but it felt so real. Like he really came to me in my dream last night, letting me know he’s happy for us. Seeing him with Harmony was the most wonderful thing for me to witness. I know deep in my heart he is smiling down on us right now and wishing us nothing but happiness.”

  Hugging me tightly against his chest, Jordon kisses my hair and whispers with shaky words as my emotions are getting to him too, “I think so too, babe.”

  Jordon

  With Harmony in my right arm and a lawn chair in my left, I follow Brittan down the beach towards the water. The sand is cooling with the sun setting, and there’s a nice breeze blowing off of the water. The beach is packed with people and kids running around all over the place.

  The excitement for the fireworks could be felt the second we stepped out of the car in the beach parking lot.

  We just finished Harmony’s birthday party and now are at the beach for the Fourth of July fireworks. We’re here with Roxie, who is walking ahead of us with Brittan. Matt is walking beside me holding their son Rylan and a bag of sparklers for us to light up once we get down to the water.

  “Are you ready to see the fireworks, Harmony?”

  My little princess giggles and gives me an all gums smile. As drools dribbles down her chin as she chews on her teething toy and smacks my cheek giggling some more. “Rywin!”

  Laughing, I shake my head at her playfully and blow raspberries on her cheek making her giggle some more.

  “Yes, baby. Rylan is going to watch them too.” I say looking over to Matt and tickling Rylan’s chubby little belly.

  Harmony is tiny and petite with brown curly hair that her mama has looking all cute with a patriotic bow. She has the biggest, most beautiful brown eyes just like her mama. Brittan was bummed because she was hoping Harmony would inherit my blue eyes, but I told her there’s always next time, which she proceeded to smack me saying maybe in five years.

  Rylan is a little ham. He has blonde hair and blue eyes like Roxie, and he’s a little butterball. I’ve never seen a baby put away pureed food like he does. Right now he’s smiling at me while gnawing away on a teething cookie.

  Brittan and Roxie began planning our kids wedding while Harmony was still in utero. These women are acting like medieval Queens, arranging their children’s weddings twenty years before it’ll happen.

  Matt and I just sit on the patio and tip back beers all afternoon while the girls talk about all that romance shit.

  Since we had Harmony, our lives have changed so much. Brittan has six more months off before Beyond Redemption goes on tour again, so she and Harmony will be joining me when Tempting Tomorrow kicks off their new tour, in a few more weeks.

  “We’ll sit right here.” Brittan shouts back at us over her shoulder. She opens her chair before walking over to me to take Harmony so I can set up my chair.

  “Come here baby girl. You wanna go get a yummy popsicle?” Brittan asks fluttering kisses on Harmony’s cheek.

  Turning to me, she drapes her arm over my shoulder and leans up on her tippy toes to give me a short, delicious kiss. Still, after all these years, her kisses do crazy things to my body.

  “I’ll be right back.” Her words come out breathless as she flutters her long black lashes up at me.

  Slapping her on the ass as she starts to walk away, I wink at her, “Hurry up before you miss the fireworks.”

  Brittan and Roxie return with two sticky babies that are wearing more of their rocket pop than they’re eating, but look to be really enjoying them.

  Like usual, Brittan brings a chair but never uses it. She ends up plopping down onto my lap with Harmony sitting in her chair beside us munching on her popsicle.

  “Who’s ready for sparklers?” Matt asks as he pulls out a box of them. His bag is full of sparklers and other fun Fourth of July shit.

  “We are!” Brittan and Roxie shout in unison. Handing them out, he gives us each one and fishes a lighter out of his pocket to light them with.

  Hugging Brittan tightly against my chest, I nibble on her ear making her giggle and wiggle around on my lap causing my dick get hard.

  It’s going to be a long few hours. I, for one, am ready to see these fireworks and get my girl back to our bedroom to create some fireworks of our own.

  “Love ya, Britt.” I whisper in her ear as I run my fingers gently down her arm.

  I relish in the feeling of her shuddering in my arms as my mouth and breath tickle her neck. I imagine making that sweet pussy of hers ache to feel my lips and fingers on it.

  “Love you too, baby. Happy Fourth of July.” She murmurs against my lips as she kisses me before pulling away and beaming down at our little sticky princess. “And Happy Birthday to you baby girl!” She says in her adorable high pitched ‘baby’ voice, as I like to call it, because she only talks like that around Harmony and Rylan.

  “I can’t believe she is one already! It’s so sad!” Roxie says pouting as Matt lights her sparkler.

  It is going by too fast. I feel like Brittan was just telling me we were going to have a baby, and now we just had her first birthday celebration.

  I am going to keep working on her; hopefully I can convince her to try for a boy after we both finish our next tours. We need a little rocker bad boy to break hearts in daycare and beat up anyone who tries to ask Harmony out. So we need them close in age. I will wear her down in due time.

  After all of our sparklers are lit, we hold them in the air, swirling them around. We’ve made this a tradition we’re carrying on. It first started here the summer Brittan turned 16, and one year after her and Cane got together. I’m honored to be able to experience this with them every year.

  We spot Dalton, his wife and two kids heading towards us with their chairs. “Hope we’re not too late. The traffic is a freaking nightmare right now.” Dalton says setting his chair down beside Matt. Everyone grabs a sparkler and Matt quickly gets to work lighting them before all of ours burn out.

  Holding them in the air and swirling them around, watching the glowing lights form bright sparkling circles we all say in unison, “Happy Fourth Of July Cane!”

  After burning a few more sparklers, the fireworks finally begin. Brittan picked Harmony up to hold her on her lap, then lies back against my chest and stares up at the sky, watching the fireworks explode.

  We spend the next half hour sitting like this before it’s time for the finale. I love watching the awe in Harmony’s eyes as she watches the bright colors sparkling across the night sky. Brittan’s face takes my breath away as I watch her smile up at the sky with her face glowing in colors of pink, blues, red, and greens.

  It was a long and hard road to get to where we are today, but I wouldn’t change a thing. In the end, us two crazy Rock Stars got our happily ever after.

  I’m going to spend forever loving this beautiful wild rock chick who stole my heart one night four years ago on a dance floor.

  Acknowledgements

  First and foremost I need to thank my fans! Especially my street team, Kayden’s Angels. Without your support, I wouldn’t be living my dream right now. It still feels surreal to think I’m an author! And not just an author, but because of your undying support, I hit Amazon Bestselling Author twice.

  My Angel’s spend all day every day pimping me
out and helping get the word out to new readers, and I cannot say enough how much I appreciate every single one of you. You’ve slowly become great friends, not just fans. I appreciate everything you do!

  I need to give a big thank you to my family. My husband for supporting this dream and doing everything from housework, to cooking, traveling with me to signings and patiently waiting every night for me to finally make it to bed after a long day of writing.

  My girls, Madison and Bailey for being such big helpers! They’ve been a blessing helping keep their little brother Finn occupied and not complaining when I say we’re ordering pizza again tonight.

  A special thank you to Sonja who helped me make this story as accurate as possible. Her loss inspired this story and I wanted to make sure it was as accurate as I could make it so if anyone reads this book and has lost a loved one overseas they can read it and be proud that I made the story as real and heartfelt as possible.

  I need to thank my mother-in-law, Shelley for all her support. Without her, I’d be dragging my kids all over to author events. I don’t know what we’d do without her! Also, the funeral scene with the rain was inspired by her and my grandmother-in-law Yvonne. When we buried my husband’s brother, it rained so hard during the funeral, and the words that Roxie said to Brittan are almost exactly the words that Yvonne spoke to my mother in law that day.

  I think this is why my beta readers, Amanda, Sonja, Paige & Kimmy from Fictional Men’s room for book ho’s, Stephanie, Amy, Ericka, Charlie, Brandy, Kristina, Nicola from Endless Reading, Dionne, and Brittany all felt every emotion in this book because I tried to think back to major moments in my life like Mikie’s funeral, and my grandfather’s funeral which was a military one and I really did stay strong through the whole thing not shedding a tear until Taps began to play and the riffles were fired. I also tried to imagine what it would be like to be that girl getting the heartbreaking news no one wants to ever receive and imagine what I’d feel if I was her.

  All the feedback and freak out messages from my betas helped keep me focused and determined to deliver the most amazing novel I could write. I truly appreciated all their feedback and their love for this story.

  Lastly I want to thank Natasha. She runs Scandalous Book Blog and has been brain storming with me about this book since last spring. She kept telling me, if you do this right, it’ll be amazing! I’m glad in the end I waited to write it after I finished the Savannah Series because I was able to focus on Brittan and pour my heart and soul into this book.

  I just want to say THANK YOU! To every single one of you who support me and purchased this book! You will never know how appreciative I am for the support I receive from every single one of you.

  If you can please rate and review this novel on Goodreads and the site you purchase from to help share Brittan’s story with the reader world, I would truly appreciaite it.

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  Irresistible Desire

  “Love is an irresistible desire

  to be irresistibly desired”

  - Robert Frost

  Chapter One

  After a full week of working, the last thing I want to do is kick off my weekend by attending dinner with my parents. I would rather walk over burning coals than have to sit through another two hour dinner with my mother and father.

  The only thing making it bearable is Logan, my boyfriend of four years. Since my parents returned from touring, they insist we get together every Friday for dinner. I admit I miss them while they’re away, and I do love catching up from time-to-time, but every week is a bit ridiculous.

  I’m in serious need of some fun; ‘fun with a capital F’, as they say. My plan is to rush through dinner, and meet up with Brooklyn to go and let loose. Brooklyn’s my best friend and partner in crime. We’ve known each other our entire lives, and it seems we’ve become more like sisters than friends.

  Our mothers had the same relationship, so while my parents were performing their world tours, I spent every free moment at Brooklyn’s in an attempt to escape the maids, butlers and nannies that filled my house.

  Part of me knows that I was blessed to grow up in a huge mansion with the freedom to come and go as I pleased. It was fun, at first, to be a teenager with no one to answer to, but it got old. Sometimes, I just wanted a father who sat up all night waiting for me to get home from a date. I think I was the only girl who wished for a curfew.

  Instead, I settled for a butler who was kind enough to wait up, and let me inside if I was too drunk. I know that my parents did the best they could to spend as much time with me as possible, but when you’re country music’s number one singing duo it’s hard to find more than a few hours a week. Our time together consisted of hurried phone calls, texts, emails, and distracted video chats, with very little actual face to face contact.

  I finally round the corner to my parent’s gated community, and pray Logan has already arrived so we can get dinner started as soon as possible. I met Logan four years ago at one of my parents’ annual parties in the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel.

  Logan’s father is my mother’s plastic surgeon, and since he does such an extraordinary job of keeping her thirty year old looks, he gets a VIP invite to all their lavish parties. I lucked out when he brought Logan as his plus one. He took my breath away the moment I laid eyes on him.

  He was tall and tanned, with a well-built surfer’s body. His gorgeous, naturally blonde hair was cut short along the sides and back but longer on top. I loved how he kept it natural looking. The complete lack of product made me yearn to run my fingers through it, especially after he had spent the day in the salty water of the Pacific. His eyes were such a bright blue that it almost seemed like they were glowing; I could look into those eyes all day, and his smile is the sexiest thing I have ever seen on a man.

  “Thank you God,” I whisper to myself, as I pull into my parent’s driveway and see Logan’s car parked out front. The house really was breathtaking, and every time I see it I feel blessed to have been raised in such a magnificent home.

  It’s a three story Southern Colonial style house built completely from luscious red brick with towering white pillars outside the entire first level, and inviting steps leading up to a fantastic porch. The second story has a full balcony, and floor to ceiling windows that are framed by white shutters that cover the entire front of the house.

  Outside our home, and wrapping around both sides of our entrance, are vast gardens with shrubs and flower bushes. The first thing you notice as you pull into the drive is a Victorian style water fountain; the majesty of which makes you feel like you’re entering a house in Memphis, rather than Beverly Hills. This is the full intention of my Tennessee born parents, who wanted to bring a little Southern living when we moved to Los Angeles.

  I was five when we moved into this house, and I only moved out two years ago when Brooklyn and I finally decided to get our own place in the Hollywood Hills. Brooklyn’s father is CEO of The Queen Victoria cruise line and subsidizes her half of the rent until her “acting career” picks up. This allows us to live in a place overlooking the “Hollywood” sign, with an incredible view of L.A.

  “Hey sweetie, how was work?” My mother asks, pulling me in for a hug as I enter the house.

  She looks as beautiful as ever in her dress pants, and silk sleeveless top. She has the same long blonde hair as I do, but hers stops at her shoulder blades and mine is down to my butt. I’m told all the time that I look like my mother. It’s a compliment, as I cannot deny she’s beautiful.

  We both have bright blue eyes, tiny petite noses, and heart shaped faces. Our family is blessed with a high metabolism, and curves in all the right places. The only thing different about us is our height. She is 5’8”, and I, unfortunately got the raw end of the deal, coming u
p at just 5’3”.

  After a very light hug, and air kisses, we enter the living room to join my dad and Logan.

  “Work has been amazing! We’re working on this huge issue we have coming up: The Most Influential Men of 2012. Eloise has almost the entire list completed, and I get the fun part of picking out the best photo to use for each man. I also get to assist in interviewing a few of them!” I’m giddy just thinking about it, as I sit down on the over-sized sectional.

  Putting my hand on Logan’s thigh, I rest my lips against his ear and whisper “Hello”. I plant a gentle kiss on his cheek and smile up into his gorgeous baby blues.

  “Well hello to you, too.” His smile instantly makes me turn into putty on the couch.

  He gently traces his fingers up and down my back, as his eyes drift from me back to the game. Logan isn’t a huge fan of being overly affectionate in front of my parents. He says he feels that it’s disrespectful. Sliding my hand into his, I snuggle up against him, and focus my attention on my father, who’s glued to the wide screen television.

  “Hey Dad, how’s the game going?” I ask, as he turns and flashes me a small smile. He’s lounging in his large leather recliner, donned in his favorite fashion ensemble: blue jeans, cowboy boots, and tight fitting black t-shirt. He could easily pass for a decade younger than his forty-five years, with his jet black hair shaved to the scalp and well groomed goatee. He is six feet tall, but his demeanor easily tricks you into thinking he’s closer to seven.

  Maverick Livingston only takes one thing as seriously as his music, surprisingly, and that’s college football. He has it pre-set on the DVR to record automatically every week that way no matter what he’s doing, can still catch the game.