Random on Tour: Los Angeles (Random #6) by Julia Kent
Age Group: New Adult
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: July 19, 2015
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I guzzled another flute of Champagne and froze, the liquid in my throat, waiting to be swallowed.
Tyler was here.
We’d met a few times before, in passing. He was the substitute bass player for the band; I was the lead guitar player’s girlfriend’s best friend. In that weird sort of social circle thing where Venn diagrams get laid over different groups, Tyler and I were bound to be in the crossover once in a while.
He looked so hot. Short brown hair. A few days of beard. Bright green eyes that were more guarded than a Russian mobster’s. He was sleeved, the colorful tattoos a tapestry, but every time I met him I couldn’t quite see them. We only saw each other in dark concert halls, or tonight, under the stars.
He gave Sam a rare smile and a hearty handshake, forearm muscles bulging. I wondered what it would be like to have those hands on me. My fingers tracing those tats. Listening to him tell me the story of his body while he forgave mine.
Forgave it for failing me.
I shook my head fast to banish the thoughts that drew me into places so dark they became black holes of the soul. The gravity of trauma had a way of sucking all the good into it, and tonight I wasn’t going to let that happen. The opposite, in fact.
Tonight I was going to sleep with Tyler.
He didn’t know it yet, but that was okay. He would. Soon.
“Can I talk to you privately, Maggie?” my sister asked, teeth together, eyes aglow. There was fear, intrigue, curiosity, surprise, and a determination I knew damn well.
Lena thought I was nuts.
And, really, was she wrong?
She grabbed my biceps and pulled me in the hallway where our parents’ bedroom and office were. Tyler was left alone in the kitchen, now gulping the coffee.
“Tell me what you’ve done with my real sister, because the Maggie I know would never in a million years have a bad boy tattoo’d hottie taking a shower in our house while asking to borrow my car so she could go on a road trip to L.A. with him and have some fun.”
“I’m offended you think I’m not capable of having fun!”
“Don’t red herring me, Margaret,” Lena said in a severe voice, her finger in my face, pointing up. “I’m a lawyer. I was in debate club. I know when I’m being distracted. And I’m distracted enough by that chest. Holy Jesus, did someone carve it out of marbled butter?”
“Hey! Quit ogling my...” Oh, damn. Tyler wasn’t “my” anything. She had every right to turn him into eye candy.
She swallowed, her face softening, eyes going narrow with worry. “What are you doing? Who is this guy, really?”
I leaned against the wall for support. “He’s my friend Charlotte’s boyfriend’s substitute bass player for their band.”
“Oh, well, then. That explains everything. He’s practically family.”
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge.
From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes.
Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men's room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire).
She lives in New England with her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever, down.