Nashville Nights Series by Stacey Mosteller
Save Me From Myself
Series: Nashville Nights, Book 1
Short Blurb: Drawn to Lyric despite her inability to trust, he’ll do anything to own her heart. Will secrets and misunderstandings send Lyric running again? Or will David finally save her from herself?
Never Wanted More
Series: Nashville Nights, Book 1.5
Short Blurb: Peyton Williams is spoiled, entitled and a little too stuck up. Wyatt Parker is the boy from the wrong side of town. Spending this semester tutoring a friends snobby roommate wasn’t what he envisioned, but Peyton quickly gets under his skin. Peyton never wanted more until she met Wyatt, but is she willing to be what he needs?
Everything I Shouldn’t
Series: Nashville Nights, Book 2
Short Blurb: Now my life is full of secrets. The people around me have been affected by the choices I’ve made and the lies I’ve told. But what will they do when they discover the biggest secret of them all? Jeremy is everything I shouldn’t want, and the person I can’t live without.
Everything I Need
Series: Nashville Nights, Book 3
Short Blurb: I’ve loved SarahBeth in one form or another her entire life. The steps that brought us closer together weren’t easy for me to take. After letting her dictate our relationship, I’ve found myself practically homeless and estranged from my closest friends. Now I’m left trying to move on, finding a new place to live and getting everything I need in order, while she’s trying to mend her broken heart. There’s just one problem…SarahBeth’s still keeping secrets – and her secret just might change everything.
Pretending He’s You
Series: Nashville Nights, Book 4
Short Blurb: Terrified her friends are moving on without her, she’s’s determined to make things work with Emmett, her on-again off-again boyfriend since high school. The only problem? Tyler isn’t ready to let her go. Despite her boyfriend and his girlfriend, these two are drawn together like magnets. When she’s with Emmett she wishes she was with Tyler and vice versa. Will Livvie ever get tired of pretending and pick one guy? Or will she keep bouncing back and forth between the two of them indefinitely?
About Stacey Mosteller
Stacey is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author of Second Chances (co-authored with H.M. Ward) and the Nashville Nights series. She is also a wife, mother, writer and self-professed bookwhore – not necessarily in that order! As the mother of three growing boys, her Kindle has become her temporary escape from the insanity of boys, dogs and her husband. Stacey can usually be found curled up with her iPad when she’s supposed to be writing or creating endless playlists on Spotify!
Excerpt – Never Wanted More
College sucks and math is the devil. My major is Commercial Music, not math, and there’s a reason for that. Math is notmy best subject, but what class do they put me in? College Algebra. I barely passed High School Algebra; I’ll never make it in this class. I’ll have to find a tutor, there’s no other option.
On top of my math problems, I’ve got a new roommate. I don’t know what the hell happened; I had my dorm room to myself for the entire first semester. I got a notification yesterday from the housing department saying that as of today, I will have to share. Freshman year is just getting better and better.
Now I’m hurrying back to the dorms so that I can meet this new mystery roommate. The more I think about it, the more pissed off I get. I like having my own space, like being able to spread myself out. It doesn’t help that I’m not a people person. In fact, I pretty much try to avoid people whenever possible. That’s probably why I want to throw a tantrum when I reach my floor because there’s a slender, dark-haired girl cussing up a blue streak standing at my door. This must be her. She’s about my height, at least I think she is, it’s hard to tell because she’s weighed down by at least three duffel bags. She has one hanging from each shoulder, and then one draped across her body. Lovely. On top of having a new roommate, I have a new clothes-hound for a roommate. The dorms don’t have enough closet space for this.
Rolling my eyes heavenward, I walk over to introduce myself but when I reach her I chicken out..
Her back stiffens when she hears the snotty tone in my voice before she mumbles something I can’t understand.
Then, she snaps, “No, no problems at all. Just trying to get into my new room. Do you mind?”
Great. She has just as much attitude as I do. This is going to be one hell of a semester.
“I was going to offer to help considering that’s my room you’re trying to get into, but by all means, continue to curse at the door. I’m sure that will make it better.” I snark; leaning against the wall and crossing my arms over my chest.
The girl, whose name was on the letter from housing that I didn’t pay attention to, blows out an aggravated breath before turning to glare at me. It’s a good thing I have a thick skin or I’d be backing up.
After the death glare, she closes her eyes before muttering,“Wonderful. Way to make a first impression there Kat.”
I can’t help the smirk, if it wasn’t for the fact that I hate her for interrupting my nice, solitary dorm, I might actually like this girl. Unfortunately, before I can make any smart-ass comments about her talking to herself, a herd of what sounds like elephants stomp up the stairs to join us. Now, in edition to my bitchy roommate, there are four guys standing with us. All four are taller than my 5’8” and two of them are obviously related. The guys and my new roommate Kat all have dark hair, and I’m just waiting for the dumb blonde jokes to begin. One of the must-be-related guys puts his arm around Kat’s shoulders and pulls her in for a hug.
“Who’s this?” he asks her, looking over at me.
She sighs, “Apparently, my new not-so-friendly roommate. Max, this is…” trailing off when she realizes I haven’t told her my name.
Without moving forward or extending a hand, I speak up, “Peyton, her roommate Peyton.”
“Well, hey Peyton. I’m Maxwell, but you can call me Max.” Pointing at each guy in turn, he introduces the rest, “That’s my brother Clay and his roommates Emmett and Wyatt.”
So, I was right. Clay and Max are both tall with dark hair and eyes, although Clay is much more rugged-looking than his brother. Max is a little too fresh-faced for me. Based on the blush Kat’s had since he put his arm around her, he’s definitely her type. Interesting. The other two guys, Emmett and Wyatt are also tall, dark and handsome. Emmett has a much wilder look to him. His dark hair is messy, and he’s got more than a five-o’clock shadow going on. When I look at Wyatt though, I feel an immediate jolt. Where Emmett and Clay are rougher around the edges, Wyatt is polished sophistication. He’s got light bluish-green eyes and just enough scruff to be sexy instead of sloppy. He’s actually really attractive, and with everything else going on, I can’t afford to be attracted to someone. I need to focus on getting my degree before my parents decide to stop paying for school.