Made in Nashville: HarperImpulse Contemporary Romance Read Online Free PDF

time,’ Buzz spoke, poking at his iPad.
    ‘Because I drink those all the damn time,’ he commented.
    ‘Don’t knock it, Jared. There are people out there who would appreciate a month’s supply of Pure Nectar.’
    ‘Then let’s give it to ‘em. Hell, Buzz, I don’t mind being sponsored by them and I’ll drink the occasional carton but man, a month’s supply! Get it sent to one of the homeless shelters,’ he said, lifting his head. He’d been scribbling down lyrics while Buzz was talking. When inspiration struck you couldn’t ignore it. And Miss Honor Blackwood had inspired him. He knew her story, the facts of what had happened to her. But what was behind the headlines? What was she still feeling now – ten years down the line?
    ‘I can’t do that. I …’
    ‘Give me that iPad if it ain’t glued to you and I’ll do it,’ Jared said, reaching to take it.
    ‘No…no. I’ll get it organized,’ Buzz backtracked.
    ‘Good. Are we done? Because the band is waitin’,’ Jared said. He indicated the musicians behind the glass screen with his thumb.
    ‘We need a supporting artist for the tour. I’ve been talking to a UK group called Raintown, Claire and Paul. They’re contemporary country, kind of like Lady Antebellum minus one and no beards,’ Buzz started.
    ‘Whoa. You told me to find someone and I’ve found someone,’ Jared said, throwing his pen down on the table.
    ‘Who?’
    ‘She’s got the voice of an angel,’ Jared said. Involuntarily his eyes closed and the memory of the sound of Honor’s voice flowed over him.
    ‘Well, don’t keep me in suspense. Who is it?’
    ‘Honor Blackwood.’
    The dark-skinned man paled and reached for his plastic cup of water, sucking it in and closing his eyes. Jared observed him with interest, gauging his reaction.
    ‘You almost gave me a heart attack. I’m on pills for that you know. Now, do you have someone or am I going to do a deal with Raintown?’ Buzz asked.
    ‘I want Honor Blackwood,’ Jared responded. His eyes were trained on Buzz. He now knew this was going to meet with real opposition. Despite her lack of confidence, there was no disputing her talent. She had something pure, untainted by industry pressures. She just needed encouragement, a reassurance that no one would hurt her again. He had made her that promise and if he made a promise he kept it, no matter the cost.
    ‘Do I know her? Well, let’s see. She was an almost overnight sensation twelve years ago. She produced two platinum-selling albums and then some crazy guy attacked her on stage. She had eighty stitches in a facial wound and she’s never released another record,’ Buzz concluded.
    ‘But she still writes. I’ve heard her. And it’s great, Buzz. She’s still great,’ Jared informed.
    ‘She’s yesterday’s news. You go out there on the street and you’d have trouble finding someone who remembers who she is,’ Buzz carried on.
    ‘I can change that,’ he responded. The depth of his passionate response shocked even him.
    ‘You’re not her counselor, Jared. And you don’t have time for a humanitarian project right now. We’re trying to organize a tour,’ Buzz snapped.
    ‘She just needs a chance.’
    ‘Grapevine says she’s still in therapy.’
    ‘I want her on the tour.’ He’d made it a statement rather than a request.
    ‘You’ve asked her, haven’t you?’
    ‘Yeah I asked her and she said no. But I can change her mind. We’ve written a song together. Granted she wrote most of it, but I said I’d be here today and she’ll be here and you can hear it,’ Jared explained.
    ‘You gave her a golden opportunity and she said no. That answers all my questions,’ Buzz said. He folded his arms across his chest.
    ‘Do people round here like writin’ people off? What happened to second chances? A little help? She’s got a voice…’ Jared started.
    ‘Like an angel. I know, you said and I’ve heard it. OK, you convince me she’s going to get up on stage,