Rough Rowdy Reckless

By Kimball Lee

“Okay, we’re all feeling a little restless, am I right? We need this trip— Austin, South By Southwest Music Festival—music, cold beer, hot guys, so many tequila shots that we dance on tables until we lose our minds, get laid, or pass out. Can I get an Amen?” I say and lean forward from the backseat of Gigi’s VW Beetle convertible, perching on the edge of the seat as I wrap my arms around my two best friends. Gigi and Penelope—or just plain Penn, if you know what’s good for you. These are my girls, my BFFs, my islands of calm in this scary-as-shit sea of almost-out-of-the-nest, our-college-days-are-nearly-over, so-long-to-Mom-and-Dad’s-credit-card, reality-is-knocking-on-the-door, ADULTHOOD...

Best Selling Romance Author Kimball Lee presents...

Rough. Rowdy. Reckless.
Three best friends on a last chance trip to Austin plan on a peaceful getaway taking in the beautiful sights and soothing sounds of the famous South-By-Southwest Music Festival. But their innocent plans are quickly led astray as each of them meets a tempting Texan (or two) that will take them on their own memorable and potentially life altering journeys. An untamed millionaire, a reclusive cowboy, an uptight lawyer, a powerful rancher and an almost famous country singer. Will the girls' lives and friendships ever be the same after this scorching week in Texas? Will any of these sexy-as-sin suitors turn out to be Mr. Right? Or will this week be all fun and games with Mr. Right-Now?!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kimball Lee
• Release date: Jun 17, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311468499

Kimball Lee

Hi, I'm Kimball Lee and I'd like to welcome you to the many worlds of my imagination! The topics of my novels and novella-series will vary but my style of writing remains the same. I don't write 700 page books padded with useless words that take three chapters to describe a doorknob! I do write funny, interesting, happy, sad, romantic, often titillating and always thought provoking works that pack a lot of good reading into just the right number of pages. I hope you enjoy my writing and know that it comes from the heart and I give every spare moment to creating characters you would want to have as friends and worlds you would want to visit or live in. Happy reading! Kimball Thank you for visiting my author page, please connect with me on my social media sites! [e-mail]

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ROUGH. ROWDY. RECKLESS.

Book One

A Prologue

By Kimball Lee

Copyright 2015 Kimball Lee

Smashwords Edition

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

And so it begins…

Okay, we’re all feeling a little restless, am I right? We need this trip— Austin, South By Southwest Music Festival—music, cold beer, hot guys, so many tequila shots that we dance on tables until we lose our minds, get laid, or pass out. Can I get an Amen? I say and lean forward from the backseat of Gigi’s VW Beetle convertible, perching on the edge of the seat as I wrap my arms around my two best friends. Gigi and Penelope—or just plain Penn, if you know what’s good for you. These are my girls, my BFFs, my islands of calm in this scary-as-shit sea of almost-out-of-the-nest, our-college-days-are-nearly-over, so-long-to-Mom-and-Dad’s-credit-card, reality-is-knocking-on-the-door, ADULTHOOD.

Yippeeeee and oh fuck!

Amen! They shout over the roar of the wind. The top is down, wind whips through our hair, stings our cheeks, and brings tears to our eyes as we barrel along IH-35 heading north from San Antonio to Austin.

Sit back Bossy-Flossy, and buckle your damn seat belt, Gigi yells, tilting her head so that her cheek presses against my arm affectionately for a second before her eyes shoot up to the rearview mirror to give me a mock-exasperated look.

Okay Mother, talk about bossy, I tell her, rolling my eyes and scooting back to buckle myself in.

She’s right, Scarlet, safety first, Penn adds in her ‘stick to the rules’ way, she squeezes my arm when I hug her but never looks up from the book she’s reading. This little ‘bugaboo’ Gigi drives might look totally innocuous, but it has a turbo-charged engine and she only has two speeds, fast-as-fuck and stop.

"I freaking LOVE my baby-blue-bug! This car tells the story of my life—California girl leaves her plastic, pretentious mother behind and starts over as a down-to-earth grass-roots Texan," Gigi says elbowing Penn and handing her a hair tie so she can wrangle Gigi’s enviable mass of perfectly highlighted golden hair into submission.

"Back to the topic at hand. I’ve made some unbreakable rules for the week. This is our last Spring Break ever, our last hurrah before we actually graduate from college and real life turns us into our mothers, I say and Gigi and Penn groan in unison. Shut up and listen, rule one—no sleeping with frat-boys."

No fraternity dip-shits, Penn says swiping a finger across her Kindle to turn the page and glancing up as the jagged Austin skyline materializes in the distance.

Been there, done that, not going back, Gigi says, lifting a hand from the steering wheel and rattling off a string of curse words over a slightly chipped nail.

Okay, good, great, I say. Rule two—let’s find some hot local men, emphasis on MEN, and just throw caution to the wind, get down and dirty, but use a condom of course.

We get it, this is the week of the ‘Zipless Fuck’, Penn says and she looks from me to Gigi, narrowing her bright-blue eyes to see if we catch her meaning.

I love that! Gigi says with her usual effervescence and her foot gets a little heavier on the gas pedal. Did you just make that up? It’s totally brill.

Nope, she didn’t, she stole it from Erica Jong, I say and feel like I could dissolve into a fit of giddy teenage giggles. I’ll never admit to the number of times I hid between the stacks of the Atlanta Public Library when I was thirteen and read and reread a well-worn copy of Fear of Flying. But it totally fits for our week of guiltless pleasure. Okay, recapping rule one—I’m serious, no barely legal, pimply-faced, done-in-three-minutes college boys. If any guy says he’s working on his masters at U.T. or just got accepted to law school— please say ‘adios motherfucker’ and move along. And no hot Longhorn jocks with fake IDs and nonstop erections.

What if I meet a hot neo-hippie who’s working on his PhD and he’s from like, I don’t know, Idaho or some shit? By the way, that’s it? Just two rules that kinda go without saying in the first place? Penn asks, kicking off her sandals and propping her little Tinkerbell feet on the dashboard as she runs a delicate hand through her choppy, shoulder-length, white-blonde hair.

"No means no, Penelope. N. O. Period. Exclamation point. There’s one more rule and take it to heart, sister-girls, absolutely no regrets. This is the one week we can be anyone we want to be, anything goes, we love ‘em, we use ‘em, we leave ‘em, we never look back. Now for our mantra, let me hear it –and I’ll go first. Shout it if you mean it! I WANNA GET ROUGH!"

I NEED TO GET ROWDY! Gigi yells drumming her hands on the steering wheel and wiggling her hips.

I’M FEELING KINDA RECKLESS! Penn says and kicks her feet into the air and we all shimmy and squeal like cheerleaders at a pep-rally.

Oh, great! Gigi grumbles as lights flash and a siren wails behind us.

Just what we need, a speeding ticket, Penn says, tucking her legs under her and marking her place before switching off the Kindle.

Not to worry, I always talk my way out of trouble, Gigi says, pulling onto the shoulder of the highway and checking her face in the mirror. She swipes on a coat of lip gloss, curls her eyelashes, and adjusts her perky little spray-tanned boobs so they’re enticingly displayed in her thin tank-top. When the officer looms above the car she beams up at him with her disarming surfer-girl, sparkly-eyed cluelessness, and asks, Hey there officer, what could possibly be the problem?

Driver’s license and registration please, he says, he’s young, semi-hot, definitely a rookie, and doesn’t stand a chance. His gaze is immediately glued to Gigi’s tits. Is there an emergency of some kind, Miss? Are you aware that you were doing eighty-five miles an hour? Not to mention that you changed lanes without using your turn signal and you were swerving, somewhat.

Oh dear, this little car gets away from me! I’m sure I saw a sign somewhere back there that said the speed limit is eighty, didn’t I? She says and lifts a can of Diet Coke to her glossy lips, takes a sip and accidently spills a splash down her cleavage. Uh-oh, she says as she dabs at the spill. Her fingers linger on the tops of her breasts, nipples clearly erect and visible through the skin-tight shirt as she sighs deeply and tilts her pretty head, her eyes lingering somewhere near his belt buckle. Wow, are those real handcuffs? I’ll bet they come in handy.

I lift my sunglasses and smirk, and Penn turns sideways in her seat to get a better view as the officer clears his throat and shifts from one foot to the other. He leans down to hand Gigi a handkerchief from his back pocket,