Saved by the Music (Saints & Sinners Book 2) Read Online Free

wasn’t much, but the small two-bedroom house was home.
    She started dinner and poured herself a glass of wine, but before she could enjoy the first sip of the pinot noir, her phone rang from inside her purse. She grabbed it, smiling when she saw who was calling.
    “Hey, Trish, what’s up?” Trish was one of her oldest friends. One of the best publicists in the country, she had handled the PR for the launch of one of Ashlee’s charity projects, and they’d been friends ever since.
    “Hey, Ashlee. I’m doing great. Just enjoying being a new mom. What about you? How are things in Atlanta?”
    “Same old, same old. Work and more work.” She hated being asked that. The truth of the matter was work was all she had time for; how patheticdid that make her? She was twenty-eight years old, single, and she couldn’t even remember the last time she’d had sex.
    “How’s your mom?” That simple question had her choking up with all the emotions she’d been keeping under wraps. No one needed her to have a breakdown; they needed her to be strong. The one problem with that was she didn’t know how much longer she could keep this charade up without landing herself in her own hospital bed.
    “She’s tough, hanging in there,” she said, her voice probably giving away more than she wanted to.
    “Good, good. I’ll have to go see her soon. I’ll bring Jarrod with me.”
    Ashlee laughed at the image of her mom’s face seeing Jarrod Banks in her hospital room. She wouldn’t believe it. “Oh, she’ll love that. The sexiest man alive in her room? She’ll be the envy of all the patientsand nurses.” They both laughed because they knew Jarrod would eat it all up. He was one of the kindest and most understanding people she knew, but he could turn up the charm like nobody else.
    “Oh, you know how he loves to please the ladies.”
    Ashlee smiled at how happy her friend sounded, but she couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of what Trish had found with Jarrod. She wanted that so much for herself, but it didn’t seem like it was in the cards for her. “You love him for it.”
    “Yes, I do…. So listen, the reason I’m calling is to ask if you’re taking on new clients.”
    “Depends on what you have in mind.” The last thing she wanted to talk about was work and the possibility of taking on new clients, but Trishwas a good friend, so she sucked it up and played nice.
    “Well, every year, the guys choose a charity to align themselves with. This year, Sam is going to try to talk them into starting something of their own, and I thought it might be something you’d like to be a part of.”
    Just the mention of Sam Brooks had her skin tingling and her cheeks turning red. The man was perfection—short brownish hair, a year-round beard she wished she could feel between her thighs, the body of a god, and tattoos that made her mouth water. But it was the man’s philanthropic commitments that made him the total package in her eyes. His heart was so much bigger than what he let the world see. The man was a mystery, that was for sure. “Oh, my God. Are you kidding me? I would love to be a part of this.”
    “I thought so. Sam is pretty irresistible.”
    Ashlee could picture the smile on her friend’s face, knowing she also wore a matching one. Every time she’d been in the same room as Sam Brooks, she felt like a stupid teenager.
    “I plead the fifth on that one.” She didn’t know why she even bothered trying to hide her attraction to Sam when they had talked about it a million times. Sam was just one of those men you were drawn to, no matter what. Every time she ran into him at a charity function, her heart went into overdrive. He had asked her out a couple of times, but she’d declined every time. There was something about dating someone in the public eye that scared her.
    “That’s what they all say. The guys are meeting tomorrow to talk about it, so I’ll call you when they make their decision.”
    “Sounds