On the Rocks Read online Aria Cole, Mila Crawford

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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)

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On the Rocks

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Aria Cole

Mila Crawford

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When international pop sensation Cassidy Leigh hits small-town Tennessee, she’s looking for an escape from the glamour and glitz of her life and praying for a little inspiration to fall in love with music again. She never expected to find herself falling for the snarky bartender where she’s been singing karaoke every night instead.

Finn Shaw grew up with a guitar in his hand and a love-hate relationship with the country life he was born into. Forever the outsider, it isn’t until sassy pop star Cassidy Leigh saunters into his bar that life throws him another in a long line of sucker punches.

Their love song hits all the high notes and soon Finn and Cassidy are lost in the music...and each other. But are they ready for forever or is this love story destined to be permanently on the rocks?
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Aria Cole

Mila Crawford



“Come on, Cas—you can’t just leave it all behind like that,” my manager, Pete, said as he was unpacking everything that I was throwing into the bag. I followed him around, picking up everything.

“I can’t do this shit anymore, Pete. It’s killing my soul. There are only so many times I can get up on stage and shake my ass or sing meaningless lyrics about how I need a man.” I put the stuff back in my bag.

“Cass, you’re at the height of your career. You have five number-one hits. We need to keep the momentum going. What about the European tour?” Pete looked so pale. I guess I would be too if my main cash cow suddenly wanted to do something else.

“I told you, if the record company wants me back in the recording studio, then they need to let me put some new flavor into my tracks.”

Pete threw his hands over his head and started to pace like a caged wild animal. He tended to pace back and forth a lot when things weren’t going his way. I could almost see the panic rolling off him in violent waves.

“Three weeks, Pete. I need three weeks. I need to get away from all this.”

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Oh no, you know I am not going to tell you.” I zipped my suitcase up and pulled it off the bed.

“Cass, you need to tell me where you are going. What if there is an emergency?” His question came out as a whine, and I was disgusted with myself for the years I let myself be talked into meaningless hit after meaningless hit just because of the giant paychecks that came rolling into my account.

At first I was grateful for the funds. It helped me take care of family and pay all the bills. Then when my mother became unbearable, I needed money to support my younger siblings. I was all they had. After a time when I had more money than I knew what to do with, I still felt empty. This wasn’t the career I wanted. I wanted my words to mean something. I didn’t want it to just be about ass shaking and booty grabbing.

“You don’t need to know anything. I don’t have to give the record executives my answer until next month. You can give me three weeks to figure my shit out.” I looked Pete right in the eyes. He tended to think he could run me like a puppet, but those days where I needed him were long gone. Now the shoe was on the other foot.

I pulled my suitcase off the door, lifted the handle, and walked out. When I was outside the building with fresh air and the scent of freedom on my lips, for the first time in a long time, I felt like I could breathe.

Chapter 1


“You playin’ a tune?” Billy, one of the regulars, asked.

I cleared his glass and cleaned the pile of liquid mess on the bar.

“Nah, man, think I am gonna skip it tonight. You want another?” I held up the bottle of Scotch.

Billy nodded, as I knew he would. I poured him another and walked away.

The crowd was decent and the drinks were flowing. Nights like these were how we kept the doors open.

“You know they come here, hoping to see your mom,” Mel, one of the waitresses, said, grabbing two beers and placing them on her tray.

I knew she was right. Ever since my mom made an impromptu appearance and sang a few months back, the people have been coming in droves. Everyone wanted to see the famous country singer who became an agoraphobe. They didn’t know what she was really like. They just remembered the big hair and funny one-liners. My mom was something in her prime, her ability to work a crowd like a fiddle her biggest gift. And then she made some bad decisions and it all crumbled out from under her.

“I’m happy to serve them drinks and take their money, but they shouldn’t hold their breath.” I passed Mel and continued my inventory count.

“You may want to order some Canadian beer. These college kids seem to think that stuff is liquid gold or something,” Mel called, walking away.

“At least if you’re gonna be a snob, know what good beer is,” I mumbled under my breath.

“I tend to agree. A Stella, please,” a sweet voice said behind me.

Turning around, I was almost hit with a ton of bricks to my chest. Standing in front of me was the most stunning girl I'd ever seen. She had the face of an angel, with skin the color of rich, silky mocha. Then I looked down at her slamming body. The girl had enough curves to occupy me for days, and I mean days. Every inch of her was female perfection. Her huge tits were pushed up, just enough flesh showing to make my pants grow a little tight and my mouth water.