Music in his Bones: Billionaire Romance

By Amerine Graham

Kay: A bad boy kind of guy – who could have become a rock star in his own right, but quit that career to become the producer his father and brothers needed him to be. He is quite happy as long as he does not allow himself to take a guitar into his hands, that is, until his father issues the challenge to all three brothers to find the next big star and puts him right in Nell's path.  

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amerine Graham
• Release date: May 9, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386955641

Amerine Graham

Amerine Graham is a new kid on the block when it comes to self-publishing but her background as a prolific reader and an avid entrepreneur could only have resulted in this merger.  The billionaire romance series was just the beginning and readers can now enjoy her paranormal series The Timber Creek Wolf Novels and The Southern Psychic Sisters that are already in stores.  The Five Cat Series is under way as well as Amerine’s new Alpha Billionaire series featuring the men you love to hate and to love in turns.  Amerine enjoys quite times, gospel choirs and simple activities with her three children.

Book preview

Chapter 1:  A Challenge for Brothers

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The engine sputtered beneath him and the shiny tons of metal roared with life within seconds. The speed had long become his epitome of freedom – the definition of who he truly was – a reminder that he would always cherish what he had hidden deep inside his heart.

The darkening lights of early evening matched his mood perfectly. The wind was not gentle to him, but that was perfect – exactly what he wanted to sober his thoughts. Not that he ever allowed himself to get on his bike drunk: never. Alcohol was the last thing that could get him drunk tonight – some thoughts were heavier than liquors and more toxic than drugs. 

The heated road rushed towards him: it brought him closer to his destination, where Kay Wilson would finally find a piece of freedom – a place where he could hang out, relax and feel like he belonged. But most importantly, the burning gray road meant for him the celebration of putting more and more miles between himself and the house of his parents – a place which still keeps a piece of him. That piece that should always remain locked in darkness.

Weekend dinner gatherings at the Wilsons’ palatial home in the exclusive residential area at the edge of town, was a family tradition that none of their three sons dared to break under any circumstances. Truth be told, none of them even wanted to break it – their mother’s homemade delicious meals was something they did not ever want to miss.

For those treats, the three brothers, adults in their own right, were ready to politely listen and nod every time their parents reminded them that it was past time for them to settle down and produce little Wilsons. His two treacherous younger brothers would immediately direct their gazes towards Kay – the eldest, expecting him to set the example for his younger siblings.

Each time the argument comes up Kay has to resist the urge of reminding them that he had been made a ‘bad example’ for his brothers during his reckless, teenage years. He would not step on that minefield even now.  He is now an adult of thirty-two years and had the track record of producing most of the multi-million-dollar platinum albums released by Wilson’s Records - the music recording corporation started by their father.

Kay knew his mother could still see the long-haired heavily tattooed rebel, that he had been whose only love was his guitar. There was a time when he was determined to never part with his guitar – his curvy lady.

You look very presentable, darling, Maya Wilson would say every time she looked approvingly at her oldest son wearing long sleeved shirts buttoned up to his throat. He had promised to save her from the view of his colorful ink that covered most of his chest and both arms. Luckily, he had not made any tattoos on his fingers or head; otherwise, he would have to wear gloves and hat when visiting his parents.

His left hand had released the handle of the bike and moved to touch the left side of his chest where he had his first tattoo - a flaming hummingbird. It had been the very first ink he had gotten at a time when no words were enough to ease his pain and he was convinced that the wounds would never heal. They still had not and perhaps they never would. The piercing pain had eased, though, unable to stand against the unforgiving challenge of the passing time, but it would always be a part of him - raw and burning just like that day when... Kay shook his head – the road was not a place to delve into those memories. 

Better to think about the family dinner which ended a couple hours before and which his father had successfully turned into a corporate meeting. The patriarch – Wilhelm Wilson had a special