Daisy and the Front Man {Rebekah Purdy}

 

 

Daisy and the Front Man
Author: Rebekah L. Purdy
Release date:  6/16/15

 

 

Hell hath no fury like a fangirl scorned…

When Daisy Morris finds out she’s spending the summer with her dad, bodyguard for Seconds to Juliet—the hottest boy band around—she knows it couldn't be more perfect. But not because she’s a fan. Oh, no. Because ever since front man Trevin Jacobs completely humiliated her by standing her up for homecoming, Daisy is out for a little revenge. Yup, Trevin Jacobs is goin' down...

When one of his bandmates bets Trevin he can't make Daisy—the gorgeous but surprisingly ice-cold daughter of their bodyguard—fall in love with him, it’s a bet he can’t resist. Sure, Daisy won’t give him the time of day for reasons he can't understand, and her dad’s hell-bent against his little girl spending time with a superstar. But the terms are set, and Trevin is determined to make Daisy fall…hard.

But every front man should know never to trust a girl with a pretty face…

This Entangled Teen Crush book contains adult language, sexual situations, and seriously hot boys. It may cause swoony daydreams involving a certain super-cute front man.

 

 

 

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“Come with me for a minute—I have something I want you to hear.” Trevin ushered her to the deck that wrapped around the back of the house. “Have a seat.” He pointed to a lounge chair. 
 
“What’s going on?” 
 
“Just give me a sec, okay?” He took his acoustic guitar from its case, which was leaned against one of the built-in wooden benches, and tuned it. When he finished, he cleared his throat. “I’ve been kind of playing around with your grandpa’s song.” 
 
“Really?” 
 
“Yeah, it’s got this really great melody. And the lyrics are beautiful. I don’t know how someone hasn’t tried to 
remake it yet.” Trevin strummed the chords then started to sing. He watched Daisy’s eyes light up and his chest warmed. At first, he thought this might be a great gesture to win her over for the bet, but seeing how it was affecting her now, he realized he was doing it for her. Not just to beat Ryder. “Haven’t you heard, I’m stuck on you, my heart beats only for you…”  When he finished, she just stared at him. Like she didn’t 
recognize him. 
 
“I-I didn’t realize how well you played.” 
 
“Did you like it?” He set his guitar back in its case.  
 
She nodded, her eyes welling. 
 
He moved closer to her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry.” 
 
“No, it’s not you. I just miss him, you know.” 
 
Trevin touched her cheek, wiping away the stray tears that trickled down. His finger pushed strands of hair from her face as he pulled her against his chest. Her body trembled against his as she cried, and all he could do was hold her. “Shh…it’s okay,” he whispered softly. 
 
She clung tighter to him, and he let her. She felt good in his arms. Soft. Warm. Perfect. His palms stroked her back, her bare leg pressed against his. His lips brushed against the top of her head, so lightly, he didn’t think she felt it. But she tilted her large brown eyes up, until they met his. And in that moment, he saw a lot more than he wanted to. Her pain. Her hope. Her trust. And it nearly destroyed him. 

 

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Rebekah was born and raised in Michigan where she spent many late nights armed with a good book and a flashlight. She’s lived in Michigan most of her life other than the few years she spent in the U.S. Army. At which time she got a chance to experience Missouri, Kansas, South Carolina, and California. Rebekah has a business degree from University of Phoenix and currently works full time for the court system. In her free time she writes YA stories, anything from YA Fantasy to YA Contemporary Romance. Rebekah also has a big family (6 kids) she likes to consider her family as the modern day Brady Bunch complete with crazy road trips and game nights. When not hiding at her computer, Rebekah enjoys reading, singing, soccer, swimming, football, camping, playing video games, traveling, and hanging out with her family and gazillion pets.

 

  

 

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