Seventeen-year-old Lacey Kind doesn’t have the guts to talk to cute boys, isn’t a size two, and would rather stay home and listen to music than go to a party. But in the summer before her first year of college, she ends up thousands of miles away from home, in the back of a tour bus, underneath the half-naked body of the hottest teen rock star in the country.
When Lacey and her best friend Trina sneak into a Boston nightclub to see their favorite band, they not only get to watch their rock gods perform for the first time, but score a chance to meet the band too. Lacey’s heart races as she comes face-to-face with her idol, nineteen-year-old lead singer, Logan Shire.
The girls charm their way into being hired to sell merchandise on Lansdowne’s first summer tour. As “merch girls” Lacey and Trina quickly find themselves transported from their ordinary, suburban life to an exhilarating few months on the road. But they soon realize that life on the road isn’t always a smooth ride...
When Lacey and her best friend Trina sneak into a Boston nightclub to see their favorite band, they not only get to watch their rock gods perform for the first time, but score a chance to meet the band too. Lacey’s heart races as she comes face-to-face with her idol, nineteen-year-old lead singer, Logan Shire.
The girls charm their way into being hired to sell merchandise on Lansdowne’s first summer tour. As “merch girls” Lacey and Trina quickly find themselves transported from their ordinary, suburban life to an exhilarating few months on the road. But they soon realize that life on the road isn’t always a smooth ride...
I turned my head to find who the voice belonged to and my body instantly froze. It was Logan Shire, and he was walking straight towards us. Even though I’d just seen him on stage, it was entirely different to see him up close. He looked too perfect; like there was absolutely no way he was part of the same species all the other males on this planet were part of.
His long, shiny, dirty blonde hair was impeccably tousled, and his eyes were so bright blue that I could see them glisten, even in the dark. He wore tight, deep blue jeans and a snug black t-shirt. He was thin, but I could see the outlines of defined muscles on his chest and upper arms. He’d appeared in the majority of my dreams during the past few months, and now I was finally seeing him in the flesh.
I was still frozen, staring like a fool, as he quickly approached us and appeared in front of me. Butterflies flew around my insides and my hands shook uncontrollably.
Jeff greeted him with a fist bump. “Hey man, great show tonight.”
“Thanks, glad you liked it. You heading up to the party?”
“I was already up there, but my friends here couldn’t handle it and needed a breather,” Jeff explained with a laugh.
This was not the introduction to the guy of my dreams I had envisioned.
I rolled my eyes and glared back at him. “It was just really hot in there; I needed to get outside and cool off a bit.”
“Yeah, it can be a little overwhelming sometimes,” Logan said, placing his hand on my bare shoulder.
I couldn’t believe his skin was making contact with mine, and he talked to me! I could swear my heart stopped beating, yet it was all I could hear pounding in my ears. I was positive he could hear it too.
“Yeah, just a little,” I replied, nervously.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
His speaking voice was just as amazing as his singing voice, a little gravely, and not too deep, but manly enough that you would know he was at least in his late teens.
“Lacey.”
He stuck out his hand. “Nice to meet you, I’m Logan.”
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