Say You Won't Let GoBy: Corinne Michaels
A Return to Me/Masters and Mercenaries Novella
Say You Won’t Let Go: A Return to Me/Masters and Mercenaries Novella
by Corinne Michaels
I’ve had two goals my entire life:
1. Make it big in country music.
2. Get the hell out of Bell Buckle.
I was doing it. I was on my way, until Cooper Townsend landed backstage at my show in Dallas.
This gorgeous, rugged, man of few words was one cowboy I couldn’t afford to let distract me. But with his slow smile and rough hands, I just couldn’t keep away.
Now, there are outside forces conspiring against us. Maybe we should’ve known better? Maybe not. Even with the protection from Wade Rycroft, bodyguard for McKay-Taggart, I still don’t feel safe. I won’t let him get hurt because of me. All I know is that I want to hold on, but know the right thing to do is to let go . . .
An Introduction to the Lexi Blake Crossover Collection
Who doesn’t love a crossover? I know that for me there’s always been something magical about two fictional words blending and meeting in a totally unexpected way. For years the only medium that has truly done it well and often is comic books. Superman vs. Batman in a fight to the finish. Marvel’s Infinite Universe. There’s something about two crazy worlds coming together that almost makes them feel more real. Like there’s this brilliant universe filled with fictional characters and they can meet and talk, and sometimes they can fall in love.
I’m a geek. I go a little crazy when Thor meets up with Iron Man or The Flash and Arrow team up.
So why wouldn’t we do it in Romanceland?
There are ways out there. A writer can write in another author’s world, giving you her take on it. There’s some brilliant fanfiction out there, but I wanted something different. I wanted to take my time and gradually introduce these characters from other worlds, bring you in slowly so you don’t even realize what I’m doing. So you think this is McKay-Taggart, nothing odd here. Except there is…
Over the course of my last three books—Love Another Day, At Your Service, and Nobody Does It Better—I introduced you to five new characters and five new and brilliant worlds. If I’ve done my job, you’ll know and love these characters—sisters from another mister, brothers from another mother.
So grab a glass of wine and welcome to the Lexi Blake Crossover Collection.
To my daughter, Emily: May you always chase your dreams no matter how impossible they may seem. You are beautiful. You are loved. You are special. You are capable of anything.
“I wish I could turn back the clock. I'd find you sooner and love you longer.” — (Unknown)
“Thank y’all for comin’ out tonight!” I step back from the microphone and smile. I love ending a show. It’s exhilarating, and as the clapping continues, I wave, basking in the thrill of entertaining.
I was meant to do this.
“Great show, Emily,” Matt, the guitarist for Luke, says as I step into the shadows.
“Thanks.” I grin. Coming from him, that’s a high compliment. “I’m really glad to be on this tour.”
Matt touches my arm and squeezes. “We’re happy you joined on.”
It’s been four months of traveling with Luke and his band. His last song went number one on the country music billboards. The fact that he asked me to be on his tour is baffling. I was so lucky he happened to be in the bar that night and heard me sing.
“And she’s much prettier to look at than the last guy we had.” Luke emerges and hands me a beer.
“Well, thank you.” I smile.
“Don’t play shy, Emily. You know all the guys around here are happy to have a pretty blonde around.”
I roll my eyes and chuckle. As if that matters to me. I’m not stupid enough to ever get involved with anyone from the tour. They call them horror stories for a reason. “Maybe I should dye my hair and get fat.”
“Don’t you dare.” Matt nudges me. “You’ll sell more records lookin’ like sex on a stick.”
I’m not sure if I should laugh or punch someone. “Good to know.”
“Don’t listen to him.” Luke slaps him on the back. “They’ll buy your records because of your voice.”
I’ll believe anything he tells me. My newest song “Don’t Call Me Darlin’” is starting to gain traction, which I owe all to Luke. He knows this business, and I couldn’t have asked for a better mentor.
Matt laughs. “Comin’ from Country Music’s Sexiest Man Alive.”