Bitter Notes (Second Sets, #1)

by Aly Beck

Because if there's one thing I'd never want to admit, it's that I used my name to get me anything in life. I resent the asshole who loaned me my last name for the past nineteen years. If I could give it back and tell him to shove it, I would.

This could be our opportunity. Her being her, we could use that as our in with West Records or her brothers. She's a goddamn West daughter to the man who could sign us to an epic record deal. Having her in our back pocket could be priceless, especially when our goal is to blow out of this town and become rich and famous. The music industry is all about who you know; that person is River West. Her name could get us into any venue on the West Coast. No questions asked.

River Blue isn't the same girl I left eleven years ago. She's a fiery fucking treat, and I want another bite of what's mine. And this time, I'm playing for keeps.

“You think he’d get jealous? I think he would. Fun fact, Van never got over the girl they forced him to leave. But you don’t belong to Van Drake anymore. The truth is you never did. He was a pathetic excuse of a placeholder. Naw, my sweet River Blue, you belong to me. Always have. Always fucking will,”

these assholes are getting close to me to get to him? Don’t they know Corbin West doesn’t do shit with his kids unless they’re named Seger or Zeppelin?”

“Hello, boys, my name is River West, and I’m your new band manager. Congratulations,”