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Nashville Nights Series by Stacey Mosteller
Save Me From Myself
Series: Nashville Nights, Book 1
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Short Blurb: Drawn to Lyric despite her inability to trust, he’ll do anything to own her heart. Will secrets and misunderstandings send Lyric running again? Or will David finally save her from herself?
Never Wanted More
Series: Nashville Nights, Book 1.5
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Everything I Shouldn’t
Series: Nashville Nights, Book 2
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Everything I Need
Series: Nashville Nights, Book 3
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Pretending He’s You
Series: Nashville Nights, Book 4
Coming soon.About Stacey Mosteller
Stacey is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author of Second Chances (co-authored with H.M. Ward) and the Nashville Nights series. She is also a wife, mother, writer and self-professed bookwhore - not necessarily in that order! As the mother of three growing boys, her Kindle has become her temporary escape from the insanity of boys, dogs and her husband. Stacey can usually be found curled up with her iPad when she's supposed to be writing or creating endless playlists on Spotify!
Excerpt - Never Wanted More
College sucks and math is the devil. My major
is Commercial Music, not math, and there’s a reason for that. Math is not
my best subject, but what class do they put me in? College Algebra. I barely
passed High School Algebra; I’ll never make it in this class. I’ll have to find
a tutor, there’s no other option.
On top of my math problems, I’ve got a new
roommate. I don’t know what the hell happened; I had my dorm room to myself for
the entire first semester. I got a notification yesterday from the housing
department saying that as of today, I will have to share. Freshman year is just
getting better and better.
Now I’m hurrying back to the dorms so that I
can meet this new mystery roommate. The more I think about it, the more pissed
off I get. I like having my own space, like being able to spread myself out. It
doesn’t help that I’m not a people person. In fact, I pretty much try to avoid
people whenever possible. That’s probably why I want to throw a tantrum when I
reach my floor because there’s a slender, dark-haired girl cussing up a blue
streak standing at my door. This must be her. She’s about my height, at least I
think she is, it’s hard to tell because she’s weighed down by at least three
duffel bags. She has one hanging from each shoulder, and then one draped across
her body. Lovely. On top of having a new roommate, I have a new clothes-hound
for a roommate. The dorms don’t have enough closet space for this.
Rolling my eyes heavenward, I walk over to
introduce myself but when I reach her I chicken out..
“Problems?”
Her back stiffens when she hears the snotty
tone in my voice before she mumbles something I can’t understand.
Then, she snaps, “No, no problems at all. Just
trying to get into my new room. Do you mind?”
Great. She has just as much attitude as I do.
This is going to be one hell of a semester.
“I was going to offer to help considering
that’s my room you’re trying to get into, but by all means, continue to curse
at the door. I’m sure that will make it better.” I snark; leaning against the
wall and crossing my arms over my chest.
The girl, whose name was on the letter from
housing that I didn’t pay attention to, blows out an aggravated breath before
turning to glare at me. It’s a good thing I have a thick skin or I’d be backing
up.
After the death glare, she closes her eyes
before muttering,“Wonderful. Way to make a first impression there Kat.”
I can’t help the smirk, if it wasn’t for the
fact that I hate her for interrupting my nice, solitary dorm, I might actually
like this girl. Unfortunately, before I can make any smart-ass comments about
her talking to herself, a herd of what sounds like elephants stomp up the stairs
to join us. Now, in edition to my bitchy roommate, there are four guys standing
with us. All four are taller than my 5’8” and two of them are obviously
related. The guys and my new roommate Kat all have dark hair, and I’m just
waiting for the dumb blonde jokes to begin. One of the must-be-related guys
puts his arm around Kat’s shoulders and pulls her in for a hug.
“Who’s this?” he asks her, looking over at me.
She sighs, “Apparently, my new not-so-friendly
roommate. Max, this is…” trailing off when she realizes I haven’t told her my
name.
Without moving forward or extending a hand, I
speak up, “Peyton, her roommate Peyton.”
“Well, hey Peyton. I’m Maxwell, but you can
call me Max.” Pointing at each guy in turn, he introduces the rest, “That’s my
brother Clay and his roommates Emmett and Wyatt.”
So, I was right. Clay and Max are both tall
with dark hair and eyes, although Clay is much more rugged-looking than his
brother. Max is a little too fresh-faced for me. Based on the blush Kat’s had
since he put his arm around her, he’s definitely her type. Interesting. The
other two guys, Emmett and Wyatt are also tall, dark and handsome. Emmett has a
much wilder look to him. His dark hair is messy, and he’s got more than a
five-o’clock shadow going on. When I look at Wyatt though, I feel an immediate
jolt. Where Emmett and Clay are rougher around the edges, Wyatt is polished
sophistication. He’s got light bluish-green eyes and just enough scruff to be
sexy instead of sloppy. He’s actually really attractive, and with
everything else going on, I can’t afford to be attracted to someone. I need to
focus on getting my degree before my parents decide to stop paying for school.
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