Adam Nash is a superstar. House, cars, money, women ... he's got it all. Yeah, he's conceited, but with his looks and talent why shouldn't he be? Not until he's banned from another hotel for his drunken antics does he realize that it's time to grow up and treat his music as a career and not a free ride. Now Adam has set his sights on florist Jade Graham. She's not the kind of woman he's used to, she's too smart to play the role of arm-candy. Adam is going to have to keep his celebrity status a secret for as long as possible, because what woman in her right mind would get attached to a playboy without a conscience? Jade Graham is going to be one tough case, but she seems hell bent on proving that there is more than one way for a star to fall.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Contemporary“You forgot her birthday?” Adam’s bodyguard shook his bald head with incredulous pity.
Adam didn’t need Tyrell to tell him he’d blown it. He already knew he’d be in trouble. Carley was the one woman in his life that expected only one thing from him, and that was a card on her birthday. Just a card, nothing else. He’d failed to remember only one birthday in the four and a half years she’d been running his…well, his life. It was two years ago, but he’d never forget how she’d made the following week hell on him. She’d “forgotten” his dry cleaning, and sent emails to three different women inviting them on a date for the same night. Even Carley’s husband joined in, and called to harass him. God, he didn’t want to go through that again.
Adam scowled at the big man sitting across from him in the limousine. Tyrell might intimidate everyone else with his Mike Tyson look, but it sure as hell didn’t scare Adam. “I didn’t forget; I was busy.”
Maybe he did forget. You can forget a lot of shit when you’re falling over drunk. Adam and Tyrell had just returned from New York. After the last stop on his Karina Live tour two weeks ago, he’d made a whirlwind publicity drive with a stop at each of the late-night talk shows, followed by his stint in hosting Saturday Night Live. He was only a day late, and he had been out of town for Christ’s sake. Maybe she’d understand. He ran his hands through his hair. Already he’d have to listen to her bitching about the debacle in Florida.
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