Brand-new New Adult Rock Star Romance
from USA Today-Bestselling Author Blair Babylon!
The nail-biting conclusion to the Billionaires in Disguise: Georgie and Xan series
Nothing Else Matters
explores the depths of the heart and the healing power of love.
Release: October 27, 2015
Georgie broke up with Xan Valentine, the lead singer for the rock band Killer Valentine, the guy that Rolling Stone calls âsex incarnate.â The magazine isnât wrong, but they donât know the half of it. Heâs the alpha-est male who ever walked onto a stage or into a bedroom and might be crazy, and Georgie is definitely in love with him. Plus, he hired her ex-boyfriend, her first ârealâ boyfriend, to play in the band, and now sheâs stuck between them.
So she tried to leave. Thatâs what any sane girl would do.
And just as she feared, the Russian mafia kidnapped her.
She prays that Xan wonât try to rescue her because they said theyâll kill him. But she knows he will, even if it costs him everything.
Nothing Else Matters is the final book in the Georgie and Xan series.
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Excerpt from Nothing Else Matters
Georgie pushed the door open and found Alexandre sitting on the bed, his good arm resting across his bent knees. He was wearing his jeans, but he had on a blue hospital gown instead of a shirt. His hair was escaping his ponytail, blond strands of it glinting in the fading sunlight streaming in the long windows. His hurt arm rested in his lap behind his knees.
He said, âSorry about making you the fetch-andcarry girl.â
âItâs fine. I donât mind.â Georgie pulled the drape that cordoned off the door to the private room and scooted onto the foot of his bed, careful not to jostle the mattress too much under her legs.
âAre you going to wear your jeans again?â he asked. His weak smile worried her. âItâs considered dÃ©classÃ© to not change into yet another designer outfit for the reception. Perhaps your black jeans?â
âI have a dress that Flicka brought for me,â she told him. âItâs red.â
âToo bad you donât have that black dress with the silver chains from their civil wedding. It looked smashing on you.â
âAnd on your floor.â
âIndeed.â His smile grew a little warmer.
âAre you okay?â she asked.
He didnât even glance at his hand, but his quiet voice was just slightly breathy. âI donât think so.â
âIs there anything I can do?â
He shook his head, a slight movement from side to side, but his expression was still so calm.
âAre you sure that you want to go tonight? We donât have to. We can just stay in Geneva tonight, if that would be better. Iâd stay with you.â
âIt wouldnât matter. The surgery is scheduled for tomorrow because the best surgeon in Europe is flying in to do it. Going now wouldnât change anything. A distraction might be welcome.â
âWell, then. Letâs get this party started,â Georgie said, bracing her arms on her knees to stand and get their clothes.
He lifted his wrapped arm from his lap where it had been hidden behind his legs and the long part of the hospital gown. Elastic bandages wrapped his forearm and hand down to his fingertips where the ends of a foam and silver splint stuck out of the beige cloth. âI donât know how Iâll get clothes on over this.â
Georgie smiled, cocking her head and looking up from the corner of her eyes like she had been very smart. âI called the concierge at the hotel and got sewing supplies. I have scissors and a needle, and white thread for the shirt and black thread for the jacket. I can sew you into it. If they look closely, it might look like Frankenstein,â she admitted. âBut if they donât, the tux should cover most of that.â
A slow smile grew on his face while she spoke. He said, âThatâs amazing.â
She patted his long, bare foot because it was closest to her. âItâs okay, man. Iâll just grab those garment bags.â
Georgie slid off the end of the bed and got the garment bags from Friedhelm, who looked entirely relaxed leaning against the wall, pleasantly hanging out with Paul, except that his brown eyes tracked everyone who moved in the long hospital hallway. He had a resting sweet face.
When she brought the bags back to Alexandre, he was already standing up and was shrugging off the cotton hospital gown, facing her. The cotton slid down his chest and dropped to the floor. She hoisted the bags up and hung them on the curtain track that ran near the ceiling. âLetâs get you dressed first,â she said. âYouâll wrinkle less.â
âYou can wait outside,â he said. âIâll just be a minute. Then we can sew me in.â
âOh, come on. Iâll just help you button up the shirt.â He unbuttoned his jeans with his one hand and shoved them down his long legs. âI donât need any help.â
âOne last night, okay?â
âI beg your pardon?â he asked as he sat on the bed and yanked the denim off his foot with one hand.
âOne last night. Iâm going to Atlanta tomorrow. Let me help you.â
âI keep hearing that, but you never leave.â
âNow youâre daring me,â she said. He pulled the other leg of his jeans off his foot and threw them behind himself on the pillow. He wore blue boxer-briefs that hugged his slim hips and rode below the ripples of his abs. Red-gray bruises stained his skin on his ribs and thighs, mostly on his left side.
He said, âI am merely commenting on a trend. One that I like.â
âWell, Iâm just saying that you should let me help you because this really is our last night,â she said, trying not to look at the bleeding under his skin. âDonât push me away, even for a minute, even to just get dressed.â
âThen donât go to Atlanta,â he said.
She ignored him because she ignored the people on the sidewalks of Southwestern State who hollered that little green men were following her, too. Indulging in fantasies was not something that the Ice Princess did.
She said, âEven now. Even just for a few minutes. Just pretend that Iâm helping you so I can stay.â
He blinked, those lush eyelashes blinking over his dark eyes. âAll right.â
âSo we need to get ready for the reception,â she said.
He nodded, some of his blond hair slipping over his shoulder.
âDo you want to shower?â she asked.
He gestured to the splint and bandages on his left hand and shrugged his strong shoulder, pulling up the ripples of muscle along his torso.
Yeah, his splint and bandages shouldnât get soggy.
âI can give you a sponge bath,â Georgie said. âIsnât that what youâre supposed to do in hospitals?â