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Learn to Fly

Learn to Fly

The first book in a binge-able series about rock stars in recovery

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SYNOPSIS

A fallen from grace athlete runs away with rock stars. The plan was simple: get a job, get out of town, don't get attached. Lenny Evans felt like her life was suffocating her. She would do just about anything to change that, which is how she ended up taking a job that landed her on tour with the biggest rock band in the world. But Lenny has never met anyone like the members of Double Blind Study and they easily adopt her into their makeshift family. Now, Lenny finds herself caring far too deeply for these tattooed misfits, daily bringing them closer and closer to revealing Lenny's true past and everything she's running from. Sometimes crashing headlong into the unknown isn't the worst thing. PG16: contains foul-mouthed rock stars, light heat, irritating exes, loud music, an overworked tour manager and random shenanigans.

Lenny Evans ran away from professional snowboarding to become an assistant on the road with rock stars who were trying to rebuild their sullied reputation. She didn't plan on telling them about herself. She didn't plan on letting them in. But Double Blind Study is so much more than a rock band. They're a family. And family takes care of one another.

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Prologue


Cologne, Germany
Two years ago
Luke rubbed his eyes, trying to clear the aggravation and exhaustion from his head simultaneously. His mind raced with flashes¬¬––images of the previous six months. He compiled a staggering montage of lights, music, chicks, booze, fights, landmarks, more booze, plane flights, brawls, interviews, parties, and even more booze.
“This isn't how it's supposed to happen.” He realized his words were probably a waste in the quiet hospital room.
It didn't matter.
He had some things he needed to get off his chest and Mike was the only one he told things to.
Ever.
“We were gonna become mega rock stars and see the world, remember that? We had a deal. We promised we wouldn't do all the stereotypical bullshit that so many who'd gone before us did. We were smarter than that.”
He sighed heavily and ground his teeth together at the lack of argument that came from the still figure in the bed. Luke would prefer a straight-out brawl to the steady sound of the ventilator and gentle beeping of the bedside monitor.
He wished Mike would defend himself––shout, yell, give him an excuse or explanation.
But the soft hum of the machines keeping him alive was the only response.
The past twenty-fours had been the worst kind of wake-up call Luke had ever received. He'd been at a bar with Blake, ignoring Carl's incessant cellphone harassment. All while his best friend and drummer had been rushed to a local hospital for a drug overdose. By the time Carl got through to them, Mike was already in a coma.
No one knew what Mike had taken, but Luke suspected it was heroin. The toxicologist would know soon enough. The real question, the one that had Luke's stomach tied into a thousand and one knots, was whether or not Mike had done it on purpose.
“You can't die,” Luke said sternly, his hands raking back his dirty blond hair. “I need you to wake up, so I can kick your ass.”
Luke should have seen this coming. He knew Mike had been upset—had been for most of the tour, but Luke was too busy having... a good time. He didn't want to be weighed down by Mike's sour disposition.
So he had started avoiding him.
Ignoring him.
“I'm sorry,” he said, his voice cracking as emotion filled his throat. “I should have been there. I would've stopped you.”
But that was a lie.
Luke had spent the majority of the tour completely wasted. He wouldn't have known what to do at all. It was a miracle that Carl, their ever-loyal tour manager, had checked on Mike on a hunch. And it still might not have been in time.
“Seriously, wake up,” Luke said again, swallowing hard. “I don't know what happened with Ilsa, and I don't know where we go after all of this, but I promise... I promise you won't go through it alone. And I promise I'll be the brother to you that you always were for me.”
Hot tears dripped down Luke's face.
“But you can't die. You just can't.”

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