Series: Hold #4 (prequel novella)
√ Headline a tour
√ Win a Grammy
√ Party like a rock star
√ Feast on a steady diet of hot chicks
√ Do his mother proud—thankfully, his publicist works overtime
Taking place prior to the first three books in The Hold Series, this prequel novella offers a taste of Cole’s early lifestyle. He indulges all his passions, but soon finds that scoring on and off the stage has unpredicted consequences. So, grab onto the aspiring rocker with both hands, and HOLD ON.
Shit. Not fast enough. “Yes, Mom.”
Mom starts, “We’ve been talking.”
I open my mouth, but Aunt Doreen jumps in before I can get anything out. “We know that you’re a grown man now, and you’re starting a high-profile career.”
“But I don’t want my son to have a bad-boy reputation,” Mom blurts out. She cups my cheek. “I didn’t raise you to be wild.”
Her sister moves in for the kill, placing her hand on my forearm for a brief moment. “Please be careful. Don’t get caught up in the lifestyle you’ll be offered.”
Mom drops her hand. “Promise me you won’t become one of those out-of-control stars we hear about on the news.”
My heart races. I need a cigarette. I’m flanked by two of the strongest women I’ve ever known, and their concern is both touching and intrusive. But it’s born from love. I glance from one pair of green eyes to the next and swallow.
Mom presses. “Promise me.”
I’m not giving up the perks of my soon-to-be-lifestyle—women and parties being at the top of the list. I’ve earned this. However, the set of their jaws tells me I’m not getting out of this kitchen without giving them my word.
“Promise,” she repeats.
I gauge the distance to the dining room. Too far. Mom crosses her arms, and Aunt Doreen follows suit.
Rubbing my hands up and down my legs, I mumble, “Okay, fine, I promise. I won’t get a bad rep.”
Dazzling smiles greet my capitulation. They pick up the dessert and dishes and leave me in the kitchen wondering how the hell I’m going to both honor and get around my vow.
Arell started writing her first novel because the characters were screaming at her to do so. The story started coming out in her dreams and attacking her in the shower, so she took to the computer to shut them up. But they kept talking.
Born and raised in New Jersey, Arell has what some may call a “checkered past.” Prior to discovering her passion for writing romance, she practiced law, was a wedding and event planner and even dabbled in marketing. Arell lives with a very supportive husband and two mischievous cats. When not in her writing cave, Arell is found making dinner in the crock pot, working out with Shaun T or hitting the beach.
Arell is a member of the New Jersey chapter of Romance Writers of America.