Music Lover (The Cashmere Chronicles Book Five)

By Grace Walter

“Oh yeah, that’s right, the mega effing celebrity. How quickly I forget who I’m talking with here. And that he’s here. In my living room. During daylight hours after hiding him from my son. I shake my head in disbelief and snap back into the present.”

It’s been a whirlwind since Georgia’s marriage ended, and she’s been keeping her new man - the rockstar she’s always fantasized about - under wraps. Is it too soon for them to go public, or just too soon to be dating someone at all?

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If you love smart and sexy fiction and a good romantic short story, then The Cashmere Chronicles are for you.

Georgia and Gray’s VIP travel and luxury lifestyle company comes to fruition just as both of their marriages start to crumble, catapulting them from a life of just being just mamas to female CEOs. Together they navigate how to be a single mother with a second chance, being divorced women dating, and sex over forty all while packing school lunches and traveling to for work. With strong female characters, catty comments, millennial hires, VIP romance backstage, and a sexy millionaire boyfriend or two there’s never a dull moment in the inspirational romance books The Cashmere Chronicles.

Ever love characters so much you don’t want the story to end? Same here! You can follow Gray and Georgia out in the real world in real time at www.nochairzone.com and @nochairzone on Instagram for weekend getaway guides, what they are currently wearing/buying/listening to/reading, and inspiration on how to live like a VIP everyday.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Grace Walter
• Release date: Jun 17, 2019

Book preview

1

Georgia

Growing up in the Midwest is like a slow asphyxiation. Someone else said it so aptly, I can’t take credit, but the analogy burned a place in my head with its intensity and accuracy.

On the outside everything looks fine, everyone acts like everything is fine. Color in the lines and blend in, and everything is juuuuust fine. Almost everyone is sedentary, except for going out to peruse the stores for useless crap which will momentarily soothe the void that’s gnawing at them from the inside. It’s why mothers always fill the silence with stories of people that you know - not that you asked to know about them, or care for that matter - fills the silence with questions, fill the silence because just one moment to let your brain go where it wants to keep going would mean you think differently than everyone else so no, no, no, just keep talking and cooking and crafting and emotional eating and watching TV and buying things because they are on sale... anything but listen to yourself.

So being raised in this environment doesn’t necessarily give you the tools to listen to your gut or follow your heart. And conflict resolution? Ha! Yeah, right. It’s ignore the conflict as long as possible then explode, like slamming on the gas pedal and going from 0-60. There's no agreeing to disagree, or talking about feelings. Just shove it all down and be/act/look as vanilla as everyone else. Don't cause a fuss, don't be a burden, just be a good girl and do as you're told.

You're the smart one! You're the fun one! You're the creative one! Of course, you'll go to the best school you got into because it's so prestigious, and also just an hour away! And it’s where Dad went, how perfect is this?! I found myself on a familiar campus as a Freshman, woefully underprepared for life outside the bubble of home. However, it was a small, secular campus that I didn’t realize was a bubble exactly like the one I just left. Here I was, thinking I was a hot shot all on my own, but really all the rules and regulations were continuing the vanilla-ness of my life. Everyone around looked and acted just like me. We were a homogenous group, the next generation of leaders (if it was part of God’s plan for us), NOT being taught to challenge and accept anyone different than us.

Naturally, my parents were thrilled when I met someone the end of Freshman year and dated him until we both graduated. It was the equivalent of the high school cheerleader marrying the quarterback of the football team. Brett was a good Catholic boy, was smart and talented enough to get into our academically