Jace (Kings of Country 1)

He didn’t care—he was kissing her again. He knew they had a show to do; no one seemed to mind their detour. Cameras were flashing; there were plenty of whistles.

“We’ve got to finish the set.” She was breathless.

He nodded.

After that, “Ashes of My Heart” was a blur. All he could think about was getting her backstage, alone. They finished the song, Krystal hopped into his lap, and the lights went down with her twined around him.

“This needs to be the fastest concert in history,” she said against his lips. “Wait for me?”

“I’m not going anywhere, Krystal.” He kissed her nose. “Except Australia. With you.” He dropped another kiss on her lips and left the stage before the lights went back up.

“Well, that got people talking.” Luke was laughing. “What the hell was that?”

Jace smiled. The best damn night of his life.

By the time Krystal burst into her dressing room, he’d been pacing for an hour.

“Hi.” She closed the door, leaning against it. “What’s this about Australia?”

“No, I think we’re starting with you loving me.” He grinned.

“I love you.” Her green eyes never wavered. “Chances are it’s never going to be easy.”

“You think I don’t know that? Nothing about you is.” He reached for her. “My choice to make.” His arms tightened around her, pulling her close.

Her head rested on his chest. “I didn’t have a choice when it came to loving you, Jace Black.”

His hand ran up and down her back. “I thank my lucky stars for that.”

“Your heart is on overdrive,” she murmured, looking up at him.

“It does that when you’re around.” Another long, slow stroke down her back. His hand was shaking—ever so slightly. She had no idea the effect she had on him.

She smiled. “It does?”

He nodded, kissing her temple. Like it was the most natural thing in the world. Natural and right.

“And you’re not leaving?” Those green eyes were blazing. “You’re going to Australia with us?”

“I’m going to Australia with you.” He shook his head. “I love you and want to be with you. Pretty straightforward stuff.”

“Good.” He’d never seen anything as beautiful as her smile. She whispered, “Because even though I’m still not sure I’m in love with your name, I am very much in love with you.”

“You keep on telling yourself that.” His lips brushed her nose.

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Chapter 1

“Open, dammit!” Emmy Lou pushed the button again, smacking the pink and white polka-dot umbrella against her thigh. It still wouldn’t open. The sky rumbled overhead.

“Ooh, language, Emmy.” Her twin sister, Krystal, laughed. “Next you’ll be saying shit or ass or fu—”

“No, I won’t.” Emmy spoke into the mic on the earbuds she had plugged into her left ear, while her sister continued to laugh. “But this might be a little easier if I wasn’t face-timing you right now.” Umbrella in one hand, phone in the other, she started walking.

Krystal held her phone closer, flipping her lower lip for a full-on pout. “But I miss you.”