Strings
Strings
Music & Lyrics Book 3
Emma Lea
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Contents
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About this Book
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Thanks
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SWEET ROMANCES
These are romantic tales without the bedroom scenes and the swearing, but that doesn’t mean they’re boring!
The Young Royals
A Royal Engagement
A Royal Entanglement
A Royal Entrapment
A Royal Expectation
Bookish Book Club Novellas
Meeting Prince Charming
Broken Arrow Trilogy
Broken
Cursed
Eternal
SWEET & SEXY ROMANCES
In my Sweet & Sexy Romances I turn up the heat with a little bit of sexy. No swearing, or very minimal swearing, and brief, tasteful and not too graphic bedroom scenes.
Love, Money & Shoes Series
Walk of Shame
Strictly Business
Skin Deep
In The Money
All At Sea
Love, Money & Shoes Novellas
The Five Year Plan
Summer Fling
Standalone Novels
Amnesia
HOT & SEXY ROMANCES
Hot & Spicy Romances turn the heat way up. They contain swearing and sexy scenes and the characters get hot under the collar.
Recommended for 18+ readers
TGIF Series
Girl Friday
Black Friday
Good Friday
Twelve Days
Twelve Days of Christmas - Her Side of the Story
Twelve Days of Christmas - His Side of the Story
Quickies (Collins Bay Novellas)
Last Call
Standalone Novels
Learning to Breathe
TOO HOT TO HANDLE ROMANCES
These are definitely 18+ reads and contain graphic sex scenes and high level swearing – not for the faint of heart
The Young Billionaires
The Billionaire Stepbrother
The Billionaire Daddy
The Billionaire Muse
The Billionaire Replacement (coming soon)
Music & Lyrics
Rock Star
Songbird
Strings
About this Book
Nadine Court was a hot mess.
After crashing and burning in spectacular fashion during her debut tour with her band Court’n Jacks, Nadine had gone to rehab to get her…ahem…stuff in order. Now she was ready to try again and hopefully, this time, they might actually finish the tour without her ending up in hospital and on the front page of every country music website in the world. Which was why it was a very, very, very bad idea to get involved with her therapist… former therapist.
Gabe Rousso had thought he had contained his attraction to the feisty violinist. That was until that last session when an innocent kiss on the cheek had turned into something a whole lot hotter. He wasn’t technically her therapist anymore, which was why he’d accepted her invitation to see her perform for the first time since her breakdown. He shouldn’t have gone… but he did and of course that had led to more compromising of his closely guarded ethics. She was a weakness he couldn’t afford and a temptation he couldn’t resist.
This is a standalone romance - no cliff-hanger!
*This is a ‘Too Hot to Handle’ romance on the Emma Lea rating scale - These are definitely 18+ reads and contain graphic sex scenes and high level swearing – not for the faint of heart.
For my husband.
You are the Gabe to my Nadine.
Chapter One
“Hey Doc,” Nadine said as she flounced into the room and made herself comfortable on the sofa.
Her denim skirt was so short that as she crossed her legs, he was given a glimpse of the bright purple lace underwear she wore. Gabe cleared his throat and dragged his eyes away from the scene. She was going to be the death of him.
He shifted in his seat, trying to hide the bulge in his slacks. “Good morning Nadine,” he said, thankful that his voice didn’t betray the effect she had on him. “You know you can just call me Gabe. I’m not your doctor, I’m your therapist.”
Nadine rolled her eyes. “I know,” she said. “You’ve told me that every session for the last six weeks. I like calling you Doc. It’s hot.”
He stopped himself from rolling his eyes in return. It was true; they had the same disagreement every time he saw her. She might think it was hot to call him Doc, but he didn’t. It just reminded him that she was off-limits - not that he didn’t already know that.
“So, this is our last session, right?” she asked, looking at him with the hint of a smile on her lips.
He shifted again and crossed one leg over his knee, resting his MacBook on his lap to hide the evidence of his attraction. “That’s right,” he replied.
Nadine had done a stint in rehab and came to him on recommendation of one of her doctors. This was their final session before he would give her the all clear to return to performing with her band. Having her as a patient had been a sweet form of torture. He had never before had such a visceral reaction to one of his patients and he was relieved that he would no longer be subjected to her skimpy outfits and outrageous flirtations. It wasn’t because he didn’t enjoy them; rather, that it was becoming harder and harder to keep his hands to himself whenever she was in his office. It was only his strict sense of propriety that had kept him on the straight and narrow, not that Nadine hadn’t tried her hardest to tempt him. He knew it was a deliberate ploy on her part to shift the attention off what was going on in her life. Unfortunately, that didn’t make it any easier to stave off her advances, especially when he was undeniably attracted to her.
“So, what do you want me to talk about today? I could tell you about the dream I had the other night. You were in it—”
“No,” he said, cutting her off perhaps a bit more abruptly than he meant to. He’d sat through a retelling of one of her dreams before. She tended to enjoy trying to shock him with as many explicit details as she could. He was nowhere near mentally prepared for another one of those, especially if he was in it. He had enough fantasies in his own head without adding hers to them.
Her whole demeanor changed. Nadine looked down at her lap and played with the frayed ends of her skirt. The sexual confidence that she wore like armor fell away and in its place was a vulnerable woman who made his heart clench. He didn’t like seeing her so unsure of herself, but it was part of dealing with her issues. She needed to embrace her vulnerabilities instead of covering them up with bravado and innuendo.
He watched her as she wrestled with answering his question. He didn’t try and lead her into answering; he just sat and waited, giving her the time she needed. He found silence sometimes worked when probing questions did not.
“You know we’ve been playing together in the studio,” she said, her voice soft.
“I do,” he said.
“It’s been good,” she said. “You know I love to play, but…”
He waited, giving her the time she needed to find the words. He knew it was hard for her to express herself honestly. She’d been lying to not only herself, but to everyone around her for so long that it was easy for her to slip back into it. It was her default coping mechanism. One that she had developed after losing her parents in tragic circumstances. It was also the reason she had broken down during the band’s tour this last summer. There was only so much denial the mind could cope with before it demanded to be heard.
She heaved a sigh. “But they’re all treating me like I’m made of glass. I see their concerned looks and they bend over backwards to do just about anything for me. It’s weird. The other day I told Jace I couldn’t play until I had a grape soda. He drove to the fucking 7-Eleven to get me a grape soda. I didn’t need it, I was just being a bitch and yet off he went. They think that if they don’t bend over backwards to keep me happy that I’m going to flip out again and instead, all their pandering makes me want to slit my wrists.”
He didn’t react. He knew she was trying to get a reaction out of him. Nadine was many things, but suicidal was not one of them. This was her trying to prove her point. She wanted him to get angry with her, just like asking Jace for the grape soda was meant to rile him up and incite a fight. He had discovered that about her. She liked to fight and argue and yell. He couldn’t deny that the fierceness she had about her was one of the things that attracted him most.
“Have you spoken to them?” he asked. “Have you told them how you feel?”
She glared at him, her blue eyes snapping. She tossed her head and her dark hair flipped over her shoulder exposing the bright purple streak that was hidden underneath the mass of dark mane. When he didn’t react to her challenge, she dropped her eyes again. “They don’t understand.”
How was it possible that this man knew her so well? They had only met six weeks ago and in that time, she had tried everything to get under his skin. Yet there he sat, completely composed like he was untouchable. She’d worn this skirt in particular just to see if flashing her panties at him would finally crack his hard exterior, but nothing. Instead he was able to find all her soft spots and poke at them. He knew exactly how to get under her skin and she felt at a distinct disadvantage, a feeling that she hated to acknowledge. For years she had been able to fool people - well, until it all came crashing down around her ears - but not for one minute had she been able to fool Gabriel Rousso. He saw beneath the façade that she had carefully built around herself and it made her feel a vulnerability that she didn’t like and yet… there was something about him that made her feel safe. Despite the way he exposed all her failings, she knew that she could trust him with the most secret parts of herself and that he wouldn’t hurt her. He was always gentle with her, but not in the way that everyone else around her was. He didn’t walk on eggshells hoping to keep her calm. No, he pushed her buttons, but he did it in such a way that gave her a safe place to express herself.
“They don’t understand? Or you don’t think they will understand and therefore you haven’t tried to explain it?” he asked.
She growled her response. He smiled, just for a second, but she saw it and it did things to her. Things that she had been trying to ignore. Yes, she flirted with him. She went out of her way to be overly provocative around him but that had nothing to do with the feelings he stirred up inside her. Her come-ons were all about deflecting, it didn’t take a psych major to know that, but under all of it was something else. She liked him. She liked him more than just the way a woman should like her therapist.
“Fine,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “I haven’t explained it to them in so many words. I was just sort of hoping that things would go back to normal.”
“You thought that if you behaved like a brat then your brother would go back to treating you like a brat?”
She shrugged her shoulders in response. What could she say? It was true.
“Why?” he asked and she darted a look at him.
“Why what?”
“Why do you want him to go back to treating you like a child? Wasn’t it that very thing that made you act out in the first place?”
“Well, yeah,” she agreed reluctantly, “but that’s how Jace and I communicate. I do something stupid and he rails on me and tells me I’m being stupid and then we move on.”
“That doesn’t sound like a very healthy way to communicate,” he said. “Don’t you think it’s time for you to move into a more adult way of relating to your brother?”
She pushed up from the sofa, no longer able to sit still. She needed to move and her hands itched to have her violin and bow in them. She needed to feel the strings under her fingers and feel the weight of the instrument in her arms. Whenever her life had been in turmoil the one constant had been her music, until she had fucked that up too.
“But it works for us,” she said, pacing the office. Her hands reached out to touch the little trinkets that decorated his office, flitting from one thing to the next but not really taking any of it in. Meanwhile Gabe just sat and watched her. She could feel his eyes on her as she moved around the room. He didn’t try and stop her or get her to sit down. He didn’t tell her to stop touching his stuff. She wondered what he would do if she picked up the tiny porcelain deer and threw it at the wall so that it smashed into a million pieces. Would he react then? She lifted the deer and felt the weight of it in her hand. It would be satisfying to throw it and see it shatter. It would be even more satisfying if it made Gabe jump up and yell at her. She wanted to break his calm demeanor, she wanted him to react. But she knew he wouldn’t, even if she broke his precious deer statuette.
She put the little figurine back on the shelf and turned to him. He looked at ease, sitting in his chair and watching her with cool, unreadable eyes.
“Do you really believe that?” he asked.
She stared at him, trying to work out how he had read her mind.
“Do you really believe that the way you and Jace communicate works?” he clarified for her, and she felt her shoulders fall just a bit. He couldn’t read her mind and part of her was disappointed.
“It’s been working for the last fifteen years,” she said.
“Has it?” He cocked an eyebrow at her in challenge.
She walked around the sofa and plopped back down in it with a resigned sigh. “No,” she said. “It hasn’t.”
He smiled then. A real smile. A beautiful smile that lit up his face. Her simple admission had made him happy and knowing that she was responsible for that look of pleasure on his face made her tummy flip over. She squeezed her thighs together. It wasn’t just her tummy that was affected by him.
Gabe signed the piece of paper from Dre Studios releasing Nadine from further therapy obligations. She watched him eagerly and he took a little longer than necessary just so that he could keep her eyes on him. It was really quite silly and entirely immature, but he wanted to prolong the time they had left. Nadine wasn’t cured; she would need more therapy and he would recommend
that to her, but he also knew that he couldn’t continue to be her therapist. Not if he wanted to keep his own sanity.
He handed the form over to her and she took it reverently, reading over the words that said he believed her ready to return to performing.
“I think it would be good for you to keep seeing someone,” he said, “perhaps just once a month.”
She looked up at him. “You?”
He shook his head. “Not me,” he said, and he couldn’t help but notice the way her face fell just a bit. “There are other therapists in this office that I can recommend. Maybe one of the female psychologists would be suitable?” That was a purely selfish move on his part, not that he didn’t think his female colleagues wouldn’t be good for her, just that he didn’t want any of his male colleagues to be alone in the same room with her. He knew they would be professional, but he also knew Nadine would try all the same tricks with them that she had tried with him and the cave-man part of his brain didn’t want to share her with them.
She tucked the form into her bag and then stood, raising her arms above her head in a stretch that lifted the hem of her skirt to almost indecent levels. It also had the fortunate - unfortunate - effect of raising the hem of her tank top and exposing her firm, flat belly. He wanted to reach out and run his hands over the exposed skin and feel the softness of her. He swallowed the growl and tore his eyes away, looking back down at the laptop in front of him. Damn it all to hell. The woman had gotten under his skin.