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Anya and the
Shy Guy (Backstage Pass #4)
Release Date:
07/14/15
Entangled
Crush
Summary from
Goodreads:
Anya Anderson
doesn’t just need a big break, she needs any break. Living on the streets
doesn’t leave a girl many options, so when she scores a gig reporting on the
Seconds to Juliet tour, she jumps at the chance to earn enough money to sleep
somewhere safe. And the paycheck will get bigger—and keep her off the streets
for good—if she can dig up dirt on Will Fray, the irritatingly hot “shy guy” of
the band.
Problem is,
Will Fray isn’t who everyone thinks he is. In fact, he’s not Will at all. Matt,
Will’s identical twin, is actually the guy onstage, reluctantly covering for
his brother while he’s in rehab. To make matters worse, Matt’s being shadowed
by a cute reporter with troubled eyes determined to get the scoop. On him. And
he’s having trouble finding the willpower to keep his distance…
But if the
secret gets out, it won’t just be his head on a platter—it’ll be the whole
band’s.
This Entangled
Teen Crush book contains steamy make out scenes, graphic language, and a love
story so hot your copy may spontaneously burst into flames. You’ve been warned.
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 EXCERPT

It was a day spent almost entirely with the other
guys, going over steps and set lists. Ryder had had to go to the doctor with a
sore throat and swollen glands, so they were sitting on the stage watching for
his arrival to make sure he could sing that night.
Matt found himself watching for Anya, too. Looking for
a flash of her shiny hair, or the sound of her clomping boots. Nada. He hoped
he hadn’t fucked it up the night before. He’d never, ever felt so into a girl
before. Like he wanted to pull her apart, see who she was inside, and then put
her back together again. He was painfully aware that he was beginning to sound
like a creepy serial killer in his own head.
Not that there were many un-creepy serial killers.
“What do you think, Will?” He snapped out of his
daydream.
 “What?”
“If Ryder’s not able to sing, can you take the lead on
‘Hanging On’?” Trevin asked from his vantage point, sitting on one of the big
black amps in front of the drum set.
“I guess.” Shit, he’d have to spend the day
practicing. Which meant he couldn’t go find Anya. “Will I get a run-through
before the show?”
“You wuss—what do you need a run-through for?” Ryder
stepped onto the stage from the wings. “Anyway, I’m fine. Just have to gargle
and spray some kind of salty fluid at the back of my throat.” He held up a
large bottle with a prescription label.
All of them laughed except for Nathan who looked bemused.
“Don’t worry, Nath. You’ll understand when you’re
older, mate,” Miles said, giving the poor guy a noogie.
“So what’s up with you and that reporter chick?”
Trevin asked in such a way that Matt knew it had a double meaning.
“I’ve got her under control. Don’t worry.”
“Her?” Miles swiveled around and raised his
sunglasses. “You have ‘her’ under control? How does that work?”
“I meant ‘it’. I have ‘it’ under control.” He couldn’t
possibly have Anya less under control. Under his skin, yeah. The rest? Not so
much.
“Just be charming. And don’t chuck any of under the bus.
Ix nay on our secrets,” Miles said.
“I don’t have any secrets,” Nathan said, shrugging.
Lucky bastard.
Trevin stood up. “Okay, I guess that’s us for this afternoon.
Nathan, I think you’re up first for makeup today, but check the list on the
door just in case.”
Matt made a run for the edge of the stage and jumped
down.
“Your knee really seems to be better,” called LJ from the
third row of seats. Where had he come from?
“Amazing recovery, really.” His face was static. No
emotion. No happiness at his recovery.
Shit. Did he really suspect?
Matt hesitated for a moment and then continued walking.
“Thanks to you,” he said as he rushed past the man who had put his brother in
rehab.
Don’t
let me hit him. Don’t let me hit him.

 

About the Author
Suze Winegardner is an ex-pat
Brit who quells her homesickness with Cadbury Flakes and Fray Bentos pies. She
thinks her life is chock full of hoot, just a little bit of nanny. And if you
get that reference, well, she already considers you kin.
She is represented by Laura Bradford,
of the Laura Bradford Literary Agency,and writes for Entangled Publishing‘s Crush imprint.
She’s lived in LondonParis and New York,
and has settled, for the time being, in North Carolina.
When not writing, Suze loves to
travel with her military husband,
and take long walks with their Lab.
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