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    Blurred Reality: Nathalia Hotel, #2
    Blurred Reality: Nathalia Hotel, #2
    Blurred Reality: Nathalia Hotel, #2
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    Blurred Reality: Nathalia Hotel, #2

    By Megan Slayer

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    When the band takes a hiatus, the boys will play…

    When Jacen Goodwin's band, Disaster Transport, crashed in Dallas and ended up at the Nathalia Hotel, he never expected to find his heart's desire. He wants to stay in his adopted home city, but he loves the roar of the crowd as well as their adoration. Can the star drummer step away from the buzz of fame long enough to grab what he needs with both hands or will the lure of the crowd be too much?

    Matt Walker knew from the moment he got involved with Jacen that their relationship was temporary. Jacen's a celebrity and he holds the position of the sexiest eligible bachelor of the band. Even if Matt saw a future for him and Jacen, the odds aren't in their favor. But he can hope, right? He's been head over heels in love with Jacen since the moment they met.

    Can these two opposites make a go of their fledgling relationship or will celebrity and the challenges of fame keep them apart?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMegan Slayer
    Release dateSep 12, 2018
    ISBN9781386457022
    Blurred Reality: Nathalia Hotel, #2
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    Megan Slayer

    Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com. When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice.

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      Blurred Reality - Megan Slayer

      Chapter One

      Recording doesn’t have to be this hard. Jacen Goodwin scrubbed his face with both hands. He’d listened to the demo for Revulsion four times and hated the tracks. No amount of playing would make them better. Then again, he wouldn’t have signed the band if he were in charge of finding the talent for the record label.

      Well? Nate Whitman, the head tech, folded his arms. What do you think?

      Want my honest opinion or a Christmas one? Jacen asked. He leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers together behind his head. Makes a world of difference.

      Don’t blow smoke up my ass. It’s crap, isn’t it? Whitman groaned and shoved away from the console. Fuck. I knew they weren’t ready, but no one wanted to listen to me. I still swear the referral from Rory was bullshit, too.

      Jacen stared at Whitman for a long time and didn’t say anything. He trusted his former band leader and current best friend more than he did for a lot of people. He knew damn well Rory hadn’t referred the band. Rory had his hands full back in Dallas with his fiancée and the Nathalia hotel. The tour might have brought them to the lone star state, but the bus accident had been the catalyst for Rory. Not only had he found his desire to write and create music again, but he’d found the love he deserved. Cady complemented Rory. But no amount of happiness for Rory would blind him in the recording studio. Rory needed perfection and Revulsion wasn’t anywhere near good. They’d barely registered as decent.

      Well? Whitman left his chair. It sure feels like someone is pulling a fucking stunt. He glared at Jacen. This is why I keep telling you two to come back. We need you at the helm here. He knows talent and you know how to get the bands worked out.

      Maybe, but Rory’s happy with Cady in Dallas. Truth be told, he wanted to get back to Dallas, too. He’d left things a mess with Matt. He’d started a relationship he couldn’t maintain—not back then. Now a year down the road he knew what he wanted...to sort things out with Matt. But he had other shit to worry about at the moment. Like Whitman and the band.

      That’s it. I’m dumping them. I’ll tell Angus that this just won’t work. I can’t waste more time. Whitman slapped the console. Angus? Now.

      Wow. You’ve gotten forceful. Angus actually listens to you? Jacen shrugged. Whatever. I need to go.

      The muscle in Whitman’s jaw tightened. Wait. Will you? He clicked the lock on the control room door. I’ve missed you. Dude, you’re always gone. Rory...okay, I get it. He wants to be with his new chick. I’d rather he be here because then we can get work done. Now that he’s got a studio at the hotel. He’s crazy.

      The studio is making money. People want to record there and if they can’t, then they play there. The concert series is wicked popular. He groaned. He wished he was there working on music and sorting his life out. Instead, he’d come home to San Francisco to fulfill contracts. No matter what he did, nothing seemed to make sense. Each contact seemed to lead to another one and his reasons to get back to Dallas kept evaporating.

      People want to record here, too. Like Revulsion. Goddamn it. They’re kids. They need practice. Whitman bridged the gap between him and Jacen. We’re not children any longer. He flattened his palm on Jacen’s chest. You like me. I like you. What’s holding us back from taking this to the next level?

      Oh fuck. He closed his fingers over Whitman’s palm. Whitman was certainly handsome. From his sun-kissed blond hair, his natural tan and beachy look, he turned heads. He had a big heart, too.  He and Whitman were great in bed, decent in the recording studio, but didn’t work out in public. Whitman was too clingy. He needed constant reassurance that they were together. Jacen wanted someone who could stand on their own.

      I can see it in your eyes. You want me. Angus won’t be here for another few minutes. Whitman brushed his lips across Jacen’s mouth. Come on.

      The desire to drop trou and let Whitman have his way crossed his mind. Whitman gave good head and usually with enthusiasm, but was he worth the hassle? He wasn’t sure and didn’t want to deal with the ramifications afterwards. If Whitman decided they were still together, he’d screw over any chances Jacen might have with Matt.

      You know you want me. Whitman wound his arms around Jacen’s neck. I’ve thought about you a lot over the last year.

      I can’t. He nudged Whitman away. I just can’t. He might not have another chance with Matt, but damn it, he couldn’t fuck things up. He wanted to come to Matt with a clean heart. If he slept with Whitman or gave in to a blow job, he’d be lying to everyone.

      You met someone? In the last year? Who? Whitman sank onto the office chair. You told me to wait for you. Red infused his tanned cheeks and his green eyes widened. He threaded his fingers into his hair. I should’ve known.

      Whoa. He hated complication and Whitman kept proving to be a ton of it. First, I never said to wait. I wasn’t sure what I wanted or how I wanted to live my life before that tour started. Second, I did meet someone, but I won’t disclose names. He left the console and unlocked the door. I need to go. I’m supposed to catch the jet to Dallas in an hour. If I don’t meet Rory on time, he’ll flip out.

      Whitman folded his arms again. Is the guy hot? he murmured. Like...off the charts hot?

      He stuffed his hands into his shorts pockets. He had to think about how he wanted to answer. If he said the wrong thing, he’d fuck everything up. It’s complicated. Yes, he’s hot. I’m attracted to him, but I can’t say he’s the one. I’m not sure I would know the right one if he slugged me in the head.

      But you’re going there to see him. Whitman nodded. I get it. He met Jacen’s gaze. His ears tinged red and the corner of his mouth twitched. Well, when he gets bored with you, then come back. I’m...I won’t push you away.

      Nate. He couldn’t do that to the guy. Maybe this is the break we need. You’re not happy with me. Never have been. I can’t commit to you the way you deserve. I’m always gone on tour and I can’t slow down. I’m a free spirit.

      I understand. I don’t like it and I wish I could change your mind, but whatever. Whitman bowed his head. Come back and make music with me soon. I’ll be here.

      We’ll see. He patted his pockets for his keys, phone and wallet. The chain from his wallet to his belt loop clinked. Satisfied he had everything, he ducked out of the recording studio. He hated to let people down, but he and Whitman weren’t going to work out. He never should’ve gotten into a relationship with him in the first place, but he’d been lonely. The first time had been after his split from his ex-boyfriend Trevor, then once he’d come back to California, he’d gone back to Whitman. Christ. He’d wanted something familiar after he and Matt...split? Not really. They’d simply decided to go their separate ways. Matt didn’t want to leave Dallas and Jacen couldn’t stay put for more than a few weeks.

      Matt’s words lingered in his brain. You deserve better.

      He didn’t think he did. He’d been a jerk to so many people, all in favor of the music and the band. Pleasing the fans trumped his personal life. God. What had he been thinking?

      Jacen climbed behind the wheel of his sports car and engaged the engine. He’d lost his damn mind. For a few moments, he’d thought about hooking up with Whitman. He’d get a few seconds of relief and an orgasm, but nothing permanent. Whitman didn’t make his heart beat.

      A shadow darkened his window. Jace.

      He knew that voice. Hey, Todd. What’s up?

      You’re heading to the airport, right? Then to Dallas? Todd gripped the window frame. Got room for me?

      I...sure. I thought you hated Dallas. He waited until his guitarist rounded the hood and climbed into the passenger seat. Jacen gripped the gear shift. What changed?

      Nothing necessarily. Todd clicked his seatbelt into place. "Rory called and wanted to record some

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