Christmas with a Rockstar (Rock Revenge Trilogy 3.50)

A Girl Like Me

THE HARPER BOYS DUET

Wild Reckless

Wicked Restless

THE FALLING SERIES

This Is Falling

You & Everything After

The Girl I Was Before

Spin-off

In Your Dreams

THE WAITING SERIES

Waiting on the Sidelines

Going Long

Coming January 2019: The Hail Mary, Book 3 in the Waiting Series

Add to your TBR here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/42832386-the-hail-mary

Ginger Scott is an Amazon-bestselling and Goodreads Choice Award-nominated author from Peoria, Arizona. She is the author of several young and new adult romances, including recent bestsellers Cry Baby, The Hard Count, A Boy Like You, This Is Falling and Wild Reckless.

Ginger believes tomboys deserve love stories too, so her heroines often play hard and fall harder — and they don’t lose to the boys. She has been writing and editing for newspapers, magazines and blogs for a helluva long time, and she has told the stories of Olympians, politicians, actors, scientists, cowboys, criminals and towns. For more on her and her work, visit her website at http://www.littlemisswrite.com.

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Christmas Eve’s not supposed to come with stomach-churning anxiety and the desire to tug my hair out. Still, that’s exactly how I feel when I open the front door to find my fiancé standing on Gram’s snow-covered porch, both hands shoved into the front pockets of his jeans and a cocky smirk playing on his full lips. For a long pause, the look on Lucas’s face makes me forget my worries—it sure as hell isn’t there because he’s hungry for food. Then, I remember who’s inside the house at this very moment. Ignoring my racing heartbeat, I cross my arms tightly over my chest.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” I mutter.

He laughs. Probably because he doesn’t understand that my mother is fully capable of turning our pre-Christmas lunch into Hurricane Rebecca. Over and over again, I’ve made her promise to behave in front of his parents. She said she will, but I’ve spent the last forty-eight hours stressed out, my belly tangled in knots and a migraine pricking at my temples. If she somehow manages to keep her word, this will be the first Christmas gift she’s given me in over ten years.

It’ll make up for all the rest.

I glance behind Lucas toward his black Audi, but his parents aren’t inside. “Did they change their mind?” I ask, my voice shamefully hopeful.