Second Chance Rock Star: Love on the Flip Side

By Ava J. Alice

"A second chance at love?"

A beat up rock star and a manager of a music store who had a terrible past managed to find their ultimate "rock" with each other.

Everything seems to be going well, except for the manager's friend, Lacy.

Lacy is a single mom that just left law enforcement. Turner is a con man. 

What is the catch?

He wants to prove to her that he's a changed man. But he also needs her help with his last con.

Will their love combat this irony?

And why does her kid look so familiar?

Desire is burning deep, but realities get in the way.

Can they settle their differences and find love despite the harsh truth?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ava J. Alice
• Release date: Oct 25, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386505662

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Second Chance Rock Star

Love On The Flip Side

By Ava J. Alice

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

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Chapter One

O K, so I told Mom I was going out looking for a job. Now I’m relaxing in the corner of my favorite coffee shop, nursing a hot cappuccino. What am I going to tell her when I get home? That I was looking for a waitressing job at the coffee shop, and was researching said position by sitting intently and watching as the barista ground my coffee beans? Give it up, Lacy.

Slouching in her seat, Lacy heaved a heavy sigh as she sipped at her coffee; for research purposes only, of course. Then she also drank in a deep sustaining breath and relaxed in her seat.

So what if I need a little break? she mused, running an absent-minded hand through the long, thick strands of her coppery brown hair. I’m the mother of a two-year-old, which is something akin to tending a really totes adorable live volcano.

She smiled in spite of herself as she thought about her precious Lily; a grinning little imp with her mama’s copper hair and her father’s silver-gray eyes. She adored her little girl to the point of distraction, reveling in her adorable smiles, her first spoken words, which she often mispronounced but adorably so, and the big sloppy kisses that she gave her on a regular basis and sometimes for absolutely no reason. But sometimes she needed a little quiet time; one uninterrupted by a low spoken but consistent demand for animal crackers and SpongeBob SquarePants merch in equal measure.

And while she enjoyed this rare break from the rigors and responsibilities of single motherhood, Lacy found the silence almost overwhelming; her present reality dissolving in the waves of steam arising from her coffee.

Soon her quieted mind wandered to a life she used to know. A life that now seemed like a distant dream, a surreal remembrance that now seemed illusive.

For five years Lacy had served her community as a sergeant in the Knightsbridge Community Police Force; the first line of defense in her small but culturally bustling hometown of Knightsbridge, New York.

A second-generation Knightsbridge police officer, she’d watched with pride as a child as her father received a medal of honor for saving a child from drowning in the city’s reservoir. She knew at that moment the true course of her destiny; that she, too, wished to devote her life to saving and serving.

This wish intensified during her tenure at Knightsbridge High, when she heard an inspirational speech delivered during Career Week courtesy of a female police lieutenant; the same lieutenant who went on to oversee her college internship in law enforcement. Then and finally, she graduated from a NYC-based police academy and earned her own badge.

She initially savored a job that enabled her to perform her own worthy deeds—everything from rescuing cats from trees to directing traffic during power outages, and occasionally handling more serious matters such as the extrication of domestic violence victims from dangerous homes.

Those were generally the most serious circumstances facing Knightsbridge police officers; until the day that a gang of bank robbers took hostages at the same financial institution where her parents had started their first family account—and where her loving daddy had made sizable donations into her college and police academy funds.

Her dad was also the first officer to respond to the call for help that summoned him to the bank where he was ambushed on sight by three gun-bearing thugs who didn’t think twice about taking a cop’s life.

She’d never forget the untimely visit from friend and fellow officer Thomas Wright when he came to her home, walking in with an expression that told her at once what had happened.

In the wake of her father’s murder, Lacy herself—in the midst of her and her mother’s near crippling grief—thought twice about her career in law enforcement. She never wanted her daughter to feel the same intense, all-encompassing pain that seized and consumed her. A pain that, while growing a little less day by day, never disappeared completely.

Regardless of someone’s age or place in life, they’ll always miss the person who loved and protected them above all others. I never want my Lily to feel the way I did the day that Daddy was taken from us. The pain. The anger. The feeling of loss that leaves you feeling empty inside. She’ll never really know her grandpa, she told her mom, adding with an affirming nod, She will know her mama.

Yet five months into her early retirement, she wondered as to how she would support that child. She also questioned as to a line of work that would give her the same degree of happiness and fulfillment as her career in law enforcement had.

Lacy, for all intents and purposes, had never had a Plan B. She’d never seriously considered another career path, and wasn’t even sure as to what other skills she possessed, if any. She’d never dreamed of becoming an athlete or executive, a singer or ballerina, a saleswoman or even a career in the military. She was a woman in blue, through and through and that by force of destiny.

She also wondered if her father—or her daughter, for that matter—would admire her decision to abandon such a noble calling.

Of course, her father, who worshipped the earth that his grandbaby crawled across, would understand her desire to protect the little girl’s feelings and future. At the same time, the man who used to put his blue cap on his little girl’s head and armed her with water pistols would no doubt be disappointed in her choice to abandon her badge—not to mention the force and the city that he lived and died for, in the truest literal sense.

So, what comes next? she wondered aloud, stirring her coffee with a tired spoon.

How about lunch?

Lacy froze, suddenly wondering as to why her inner voice had suddenly assumed a distinctly deep-voiced, masculine tone.

Looking sharply upward, her eyes flew wide as she acknowledged the presence of a familiar—and, all things considered—passing cute face.

She immediately recognized the blond-haired, brown-eyed good looks of Nate Hart, her next door neighbor of the past five years. Many afternoons had found them conversing lightly about nothing in particular over a rickety old fence post. And she offered no resistance now as he insisted on paying for a robust round of capos.

So, where’s the munchkin? he asked with a playful grin, his dark eyes twinkling at the mention of the little girl who always squealed and waved at the sight of him.

Lacy smiled.

I escaped under false pretenses. I told Mom I was going a hunting for a job. Instead, I went hunting for a good strong coffee, which is the only earthly way that one can survive life with a 2-year-old. So I took flight, she confessed, ducking her head in a fake show of shame. But only for a few moments. After this capo, I really must go.

Nate shook his head.

I just got here, and we seriously need to catch up. I mean, when the Munchkin is around, all we manage to talk about are concise and well-intentioned SpongeBob SquarePants episode recaps, he insisted, tilting his head that pointed in her direction. "I want to know what’s going on with you, Lacy. What do you say we head across the street to Molly’s Bistro and sample some of her signature