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A love song in the making…
He was her high school sweetheart, the man Candy once dreamed of sharing her life with. But Ty was also a rock star on the rise with a flock of pretty groupies lining up to share his bed. So what makes Ty think that now that he’s ready to settle down, Candy will be his one and only? These days the single mom is older and wiser. Still, Candy can’t help but feel a stir of something at his hot pursuit….
Ty knows he’s got a lot to prove when it comes to winning Candy back. But his rambling, rocker lifestyle has also shown him that she’s a woman worth fighting for. No one has ever come close to captivating him the way she did from the first day they met, a sweet-faced young beauty who brought out his every protective instinct. That’s why when Candy’s family is in crisis, he’s willing to risk everything for the woman he’s never stopped loving….
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Keep Coming Back to Love
A Drawn to the Rhythm Novel
Christa Maurice
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First Electronic Edition: November 2016
eISBN-13: 978-1-61650-534-9
eISBN-10: 1-61650-534-6
First Print Edition: November 2016
ISBN-13: 978-1-60183-817-9
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Chapter 1
Candy leaned on the cash desk and studied the burnout roaming her section. Seventeen or eighteen, torn-up jeans, concert T-shirt under a black and red flannel, scraggly dirty blond hair, looked as if he hadn’t had a decent meal in weeks. A walking cliché. But there was potential.
With a little bit of working out, his too-thin body would be hot. A decent haircut would show off his sweet face. Gawd, those jeans. When they were new, they’d been totally the wrong cut for him. The grease stains and holes weren’t helping. He picked up a shirt from a sales rack. Flannel. Quelle surprise. A serious Seattle special. He had all the high points of grunge chic but none of the subtleties. Candy scanned the rest of her section. Not a soul. Four-thirty on Thursday was not a big shopping time, and she had thirty minutes before her break. Plenty of time for a project.
“Hi.” She smiled and folded her arms behind her back to push her boobs forward. Thanks to the pose and tight shirts, she had the top sales for this section three quarters in a row. If she could keep ahead of that bitch in juniors, she’d win the five-hundred-dollar prize for top sales in the store. Burnout here wasn’t going to contribute much, but every little bit helped.
“Hey.” He grinned and it lit up his blue eyes.
Oh yeah, this guy had loads of potential, but what the fuck was he trying to do to his hair? Bleach all the color out of it? Straw had more sheen. “You need help finding something?”
“I suck at this.” He studied the shirt in his hand. “I’m auditioning for this band tonight and I want to look good.”
“Okay. What band? Anybody I’ve heard of?”
“Touchstone.”
Touchstone. Candy kept her mouth from dropping open by clenching her teeth. They were hot. Musically anyway. Every one of them could be totally adorable if somebody would invest ten minutes in dressing them right, too. “They’re good.”
“I know.”
“What are you auditioning for?”
“Singer. Jason’s been singing since they kicked out their last guy. I really need to look good for this. My mom gave me her credit card, but she’s got conferences tonight so she couldn’t come help me. I have her phone number at school if you need to call and check.” He pulled a store credit card out of his pocket and flashed it before stuffing it back in.
Credit card. Maybe he could help out her sales. Company policy required the cardholder be present, but he did have the number. “No offense, but I don’t think your mom is going to help you look good enough to front a band. I bet I can.”
His gaze ran over her. Male hormones were her greatest sales aid. A low-cut top and a skirt that was really an inch too short for the store’s dress code, but her manager wasn’t complaining. Neither was this victim. “Great.”
“First, I’ve got to get you out of those shitty jeans.”
He grinned. “Best thing I’ve heard all day, uh—” He leaned down and looked at her badge. “Candy.”
“All right rock star, let’s start with these.” She handed him a pair of jeans that would accent his long skinny legs in all the right ways and headed toward the shirts.
“How do you know this is my size?”