Quinn Myles loves her life. She's in a kick-ass rock band and they're on their way to the big-time. If only her two band-mates hadn't told her how they felt, she could have controlled her own desires. And choosing between them might tear the band apart.
Rex Campbell used to enjoy life on the road and the groupies that came with it. That was before he realized he was mad crazy about Quinn Myles. He knows he's the man for her, and if it takes sharing her with Beau once to prove it, he will.
Beau's willing. Now, to convince Quinn...
Publisher's Note: This book was previously published elsewhere under the title Convincing Cara.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Convincing Quinn by Chloe Cole
"Yess. Oh God. Yeah."
Quinn Myles slapped her chilly hands over her ears. It did little to deaden the sound of the feminine cries coming from the next room. She scrabbled around in the dark until she found the two throw pillows adorning the bed then pressed them to the sides of her head.
"Beau, oh God."
She moved the pillows away. Just Beau? One half of her wanted to shout in relief.
"Rex! Please. Don't stop."
Aaaand that would be a negative. It was both of them. Awesome.
She abandoned her useless pseudo-earmuffs and threw herself off the bed. The thin tank top she slept in did little to shield her as the frigid air enveloped her and gooseflesh rose on her arms. For crying out loud, they could house penguins in this frigging place.
She stomped over to the door and yanked it open, then stepped into the hallway. She had no idea where the thermostat was on this hulk of a bus, but she'd stop them in mid-hump to ask if she had to. No way was she going to freeze to death listening to someone else bang. It was positively undignified.
Despite her ire, she lost her nerve once she got near the door and didn't even flick on the hall light. Technically, she was their guest and she had made them promise not to act any differently just because she was going to be around for a few weeks. She rolled her gritty eyes. Her band-mates were so thick sometimes. She hadn't really meant it. She was just trying to be nice.
Two months into their three-month concert tour, her bus had broken down. They'd talked about renting another until they found a new one, but Beau and Rex had invited her to stay with them on the "Man Bus" instead. She'd protested initially, but the move would save them almost ten grand in rental fees. That was a lot of studio time and she just didn't feel right putting up a fuss.
It wouldn't be so bad. On the plus side, she got to spend even more time with her two best friends and band-mates. No one made her laugh like Beau and Rex and the best times she could remember were when the three of them were together.
On the minus side, she got to spend even more time with her two best friends and band-mates. When they were on tour it seemed as if the only time they were apart was to sleep...or whatever the two of them did at night while she slept. She didn't mind the togetherness. What she did mind was having her heart torn out one cell at a time as she had to watch--or listen--as they took full advantage of the groupie adoration at every single stop.
And that's what you get for loving two men and refusing to be with either one.
It had been the noble decision. The wise decision. She was like fucking Solomon. Only really, really stupid.
Unwilling to play back the well-worn memory of the night she'd refused them both, she rubbed a hand over her face and focused on the now. And right now she needed to get warm. She felt along the walls until she found the thermostat then pressed the top button five times. That ought to do it.
A low, hoarse cry rent the air and she flinched. Beau. Her skin tingled even as her stomach churned. Had the nameless, faceless girl been giving him a blowjob? After searching for hours, had she finally found some secret spot that broke him? Was she so damn hot that he couldn't control himself?
Quinn would have traded anything to be the reason behind that sound.
Anything but Rex.