Only For You (Boys of the South #2)

Prologue

Violet

It’s dark on stage. The curtains are closed and the band is ready. Purple earpieces with crystals embedded are secure, but I can hear hands clapping and feet stomping in anticipation.

Everyone is waiting on me.

I take a deep breath. This is the moment before the plunge.

The last time I played a crowd this big, Jaxon Hunter was there to catch me, to encourage me, and to make feel on top of the world. But that was before I found out he’d cheated on me, before I found out I was pregnant, and before I ruined my future.

Then came Cole Morgan, who didn’t care what I’d done, what I could never do, and loved me for me anyway.

Instead of crying, I smile wider. Instead of falling to my knees, I dance around on stage while launching into my next set. Instead of living with love, I’m learning to live on my own.

Without love.

Cole left me months ago, claiming I was a stuck-up princess who paraded her charity case of a boyfriend around when it was convenient for her schedule.

Three.

That’s how many more weeks I have to practice Cole’s song and pray to God he changes his mind when I finally sing it on stage… Come the third week of April, I’ll be leaving for a world tour, and won’t be back until next fall.

A lot can happen from spring to fall. Cole could meet someone new, someone who’s from his world.

Someone not like me.

“Ready,” I whisper into my mic. My stomach drops and my knees begin to shake.

The curtains part and bright lights blind me. Muscle memory takes over, my mouth smiling, fingers flying over the chords as I belt out the words. I play through the first set and freeze.

Fans go wild, cheering for me and chanting my name. I take a little bow and gesture in thanks to my band.

Out of habit I glance to the side, but no one’s there.