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Teresa Mummert is the New York Times bestselling author of the Beautiful series, the Undying Love Vampire series, and the Honour series. An army wife and mother, Teresa's passion in life is writing. Visit her website at www.TeresaMummert.com.

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A Song for Us
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ERIC

Five Days Earlier

I’M NOT WEARING a fucking tie, Tuck,” I growled as I tried to knot the silky fabric around my neck. I yanked it off and tossed it to the ground in frustration.

“You just need to learn how to tie it, Eric.” Cass smiled as she patted me on the shoulder. “You would look good all dressed up.”

I rolled my eyes and picked up the light blue scrap of fabric from the ground, determined to figure out how to wear it. Tucker laughed and shook his head. I owed it to Cass to try to be on my best behavior. She went through hell to plan this wedding around our schedule, and I wouldn’t screw that up for her. We stayed in Southern California after our last gig, and she went to work ironing out the details with only two weeks until we go back to work. Each of us had his own job to do. I chose the church. It was small but sort of quaint, and the pastor talked my ear off for an hour about young love. I knew he wouldn’t judge their decision to marry young.

“How come you listen to her and not me?”

“Because Cass is prettier than you,” I joked, and Tucker rolled his eyes. “Seriously, why can’t we just dress the way we always do? You want to start off your marriage with a lie?”

Cass’s hand connected with the back of my head.

“Oww!” I yelled, then rubbed the tender spot. I knew she was stressed out about the ceremony, and it was too hard to resist messing with her. She had been trying her hardest to get Dorris to attend, but her health was failing and Cass finally gave up two days ago. I held out hope some of our friends would show, but it had been months since I’d talked to Sarah and I assumed Filth was touring and didn’t have the time.

“You’re not going to dress as a homeless rock star at my wedding,” Cass called over her shoulder as she made her way to the hotel bathroom.

“I am a homeless rock star.”

“Semantics,” she called out with a laugh.

I was happy to be a rolling stone. Cass and Tuck had been talking about getting a home of their own, and the idea made me cringe. I didn’t want things to change. I ran my hand through my hair and pushed out a sigh. Maybe the shots of Jack before lunch were a mistake. Drinking never took away my problems, but ever since our tour ended and Sarah—the girl who had gradually become my rock—was long gone, I didn’t want to cope with reality.

It was easier to find peace at the bottom of a bottle.

“You all right?” Tucker asked, leaning in toward me and lowering his voice. His hand clamped on my shoulder. I knocked it away and took a step back from him.

“I’m fine.”

The truth was, I was far from okay. I just didn’t want to talk about it. I wanted to play another gig and get lost in the music.

I glanced up at Donna, our manager. Her dark, wavy hair was pinned back, but loose curls spilled down the back of her neck. I wanted to wrap my fingers in it. I shook the thought from my head and made my way to the kitchen area of our hotel suite. Donna had been loosening up around all of us a lot more lately—it was a refreshing change from the all-business bitch who first showed up to whip our band into shape during our tour. Sometimes we’d even flirt a little. And in the months since Sarah left, Donna and I had actually grown closer as friends. Plus, she was hot when she let herself kick back and have fun.

But I couldn’t let my mind go there, especially not today . . .

Maybe the problem wasn’t that I had drank; maybe I just didn’t drink enough. I poured two fingers of whiskey into a glass and quickly drank it down, letting it burn my throat.

I sat the plastic cup on the counter and wiped a drop of liquor from my chin as Cass came to my side.

“I could use a few of those myself,” she said quietly as she leaned her back against the faux-granite countertop.

I stared at the cabinets in front of me as I clenched my jaw. I knew Cass could tell I was upset. She had become like a little sister to me, and as much as I loved her, at times I wished we could escape each other. I hated how transparent I was to her, and she never let shit go.

“Have you talked to her?” I asked after a pregnant pause. Even thinking about her made my head start to ache, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I had one of my headaches.

Cass nodded, swallowing audibly.

“She doin’ okay?”

“She . . . she said she is happy.”

I could hear the pain in her voice and I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the look of pity on her face. It wasn’t long ago I had judged Cass and Tucker, afraid of their ripping apart our band with their relationship. But now here I was, sad and sulking over someone I had no right to miss, not even wanting to think about how lost I’d be without Cass’s and Tuck’s support.

The conversation came to an abrupt halt when a hand slid over my spine. Even though I’d been doing my best to avoid Donna’s most deliberate advances knowing it would only end badly for all of us, suddenly the idea of having someone touch me, distract me from my pain, even for a few hours, was all I wanted. And I wanted it more than anything else. I watched Tucker and the twins from the small kitchen area, trying not to meet her gaze. I didn’t mind sometimes blurring the lines a little, but today was different. Today I was forced to watch others move on in their lives, build a future, and I was still lost and alone.

“You mind sharing?” Donna cocked an eyebrow at Cass, and I knew she wasn’t talking about the alcohol. I rolled my eyes and Cass gave me a sympathetic smile.

“I need to go fix my hair. I’ll talk to you later.” Cass tucked a dirty-blond curl behind her ear and headed off to the bathroom of the hotel room. It was cramped with all of us in one room getting ready, but it was downtown and had a great view of the city. Donna insisted on letting us live a few days in luxury, even if she couldn’t land us all rooms with personal hot tubs. We each had our own room, but after the wedding Cass and Tuck would be across town to get some privacy.

I slowly turned to look at Donna, who was wearing a low-cut, navy-blue dress that stopped midthigh and left little to the imagination. She smirked knowingly as my eyes finally landed on hers.

I poured her a shot into my glass and slid it across the dark faux-granite counter to her. She picked it up and raised it over her head to me before throwing it back. She scrunched her nose at the harshness of the liquor as she slammed the cup on the counter.

“Good shit, huh?” I laughed as she nodded, unable to speak. “Not much of a drinker?”

“Not yet. Pour me another.”

“What’s up with you today? Not a fan of weddings either?”

She shook her head, and her gaze dropped to the bottle. I nodded and poured her another shot, giving her a little extra this time. I slid the glass over to her again and she took it, her fingers sliding over mine. The electricity between us was undeniable today and I tensed, hating my attraction to her. She wasn’t my type. She wasn’t anyone’s type. She was closed off and angry at the world. She used her work as an escape from living her life and enjoying herself. I also knew that any attraction she felt toward me was purely physical. Which wouldn’t be a bad thing, except that she was our manager. I had to keep reminding myself of that.

“Wanna talk about it?”

She drank the shot, a trail of whiskey running over her chin and down her throat. I grabbed a paper towel and wiped it off for her, careful not to mess up her makeup.

“Just brings back bad memories.”

I nodded, completely understanding. Even as Donna and I had grown closer over the past few weeks, I knew there were things she wouldn’t tell even me. But I guess that was only fair, given how much I kept to myself, too.

“That’s life,” I said as I poured myself another drink. “A series of struggles strung together with the occasional moment of joy that makes it worth going another day.” I turned around. Drink in hand as I looked over at Tucker. He was nervous but smiling in his charcoal-gray suit. Chris and Terry laughing and helping him shake his nerves.

“You think he is happy?” she asked as she leaned back against the counter, her body brushing against mine.

I cleared my throat and moved over a fraction of an inch. “Of course he is. Look at him. He’s in love.” I smiled, genuinely happy for my best friend.

“The deeper your love, the harder you fall when it goes bad.”

I grinned, glancing over at Donna’s profile; for twenty-seven she could really be intense. “Careful . . . you’re dangerously close to opening up to someone.”

She laughed sardonically and shook her head as she looked down at her shoes. “I won’t make that mistake twice.” She gave me a sideways glance, and the corner of her lips curled up in a small smile.

I didn’t want to push her to say anything more, so I just offered a halfhearted smile in return. “I’ll drink to that.” I poured the amber liquid down my throat and tossed my glass in the sink behind us.

Donna grabbed the light blue tie from the counter and wrapped it around my neck. She was standing so close I could feel the heat radiating from her and the faint smell of her minty, alcohol-laced breath.

“You’ll drink to anything.” Her eyes narrowed as she worked quickly to secure the tie and fold my shirt collar down over it, her fingers lingering on my shoulders. My body moved on its own as I leaned forward a fraction of an inch, as if a magnet were pulling me toward her, or maybe I had drunk a few too many shots. I was thankful when Cass returned, her hair swept back at her nape. She was still wearing an old T-shirt and shorts.

“How you feeling?” she asked as her eyes danced between Donna and me.

Donna took a step back, looking embarrassed. “I’m going to freshen up.” She left us and Cass smiled widely. We watched Donna walk away.

“She really has a thing for you.”

“Nah. She just wants a distraction.”

“You could both use one.”

“Cass, you know I can’t do that. There isn’t anything there. The last thing I want to do is mess things up for the band over some chick.”

Cass raised an eyebrow and I realized that probably sounded like an insult to her.

“You know I didn’t mean you. You’re like family to all of us.”

“I wasn’t always. I remember what it felt like to be an outsider in this group. Maybe Donna just needs to find her place.”

“Donna is one of us, she just doesn’t realize it.”

Cass sighed loudly as she looked around the room. Her face looked sullen as her eyes glassed over.

“What is it?” I reached out and took her hand. She glanced down at the ring on her finger and shook her head, fighting back the tears.

“My dad.”

“Hey . . .” I pulled her against me and wrapped my arms around her neck, giving her a nice firm hug. “We talked about this. You don’t need him. I’m going to walk you down the aisle with the twins. You have all the family you need.”

“I know.”

I pulled back from her and ran my thumbs carefully under her eyes to catch the tears that began to spill over. She jerked back and made a gagging sound.

“Jesus, E! You smell like a bum! How much have you had?”

“Not nearly enough.”

She smiled. “I could use a little relaxing myself. I can’t stop shaking.”

“You scared?”

“No, I’m not scared. I’m happy. I can’t believe it is finally happening. It’s overwhelming.”

“What are you women talking ’bout?” Terry asked as he made his way into the cramped kitchen space and threw his arm over my shoulder. I pushed it off and took a step away from him.

“Just because I am sensitive to the ladies doesn’t make me a chick.”

“Doesn’t make you much of a man either.” Terry laughed.

“How much have you drunk, Terry?” Cass asked. He just laughed, his eyes glazed over and bloodshot.

“What does make you a man, O wise one?” I asked as Chris made his way to us.

“This,” Terry shot back as he grabbed his crotch.

“A small package?” I joked, and glanced over at Chris.

“Let it be known we are fraternal, not identical,” Chris replied as he winked at Cass, who let out a giggle.

“Thanks for the backup, Brother.” Terry ran his hand through his hair and cracked his neck. Chris just shrugged and took a swig of his bottle of beer.

“Beatfest is in a few days,” Chris said to no one in particular.

“Great. I wonder which one of you will get in a fight first at the festival.” Cass rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“They all promised to behave,” Tucker spoke up in our defense. “They know how hard it was to convince you to stay here longer just for a concert.”

“You still owe me one,” she replied with an eyebrow raised.

“Oh, I will give you one tonight.” He winked at her.

Chris made a heaving sound. “Seriously. That is gross. Cass is like a little sister to the rest of us.”

“This is fun, guys, but you all need to get out so I can put on my dress. It’s bad luck for Tucker to see me in it before the wedding.”

“Fine, but I’m taking my whiskey with me,” I smirked as I grabbed the bottle and headed for the hotel door.

The rest of the band followed, but Donna stayed behind to help Cass get ready. They didn’t always see eye to eye, but Cass was lucky to have another female around for times like this.

The band all filed into the elevator and waited for it to make it to the expansive lobby. The doors popped open and a blinding flash caught us all off guard.

“Don’t you have a fucking life?” I put my hand out to block the photographer’s lens as Tucker and the guys hustled by to get to the waiting car outside.

Ever since we had performed at the MTV Music Video Awards about four months ago, we’d begun attracting more attention, especially from the paps. Most days we could go about our daily business freely and without interruption, but ever since word got out that Tucker had proposed, paparazzi had been counting down the days until he tied the knot, stalking us with obnoxious persistence.

Tucker has been pretty laid-back about it, but I couldn’t keep my cool as easily.

“Don’t touch my camera, man. I’ll call the cops!”

“You’re stalking us and you’re gonna call the cops on me? Bitch move, man.” I hurried after the guys and slid into the back of the murdered-out Escalade. The windows were tinted so black that even with the camera flash they couldn’t get a decent shot of us. I flipped off the photog from behind my window as we pulled out into the street and headed toward the chapel.

“Thanks, man.” Tucker nodded in my direction.

I smiled as I relaxed against the seat and stretched out my legs. “Not a problem.”

“You should have let us throw you a bachelor party. It’s bad luck not to see some tatas before your big day,” Chris called out, causing the driver to glance in his rearview mirror at us.

“I don’t want to go see some washed-up old lady swing around on a pole. I have the chick I want.”

“Very noble of you, man, but I’d like to see some old naked chicks swing on a pole. Think of your friends, dude,” Terry joked, and we all laughed.

“I told you we can do it in a few days . . . as long as Cass can come along.”

“Why would you want to subject yourself to that?” Terry asked.

“She’s going to be my wife.”

“Could you imagine Donna in a strip club?” I laughed and shook my head as I tried to picture her uptight ass sitting in front of the stage. Even the more loosened-up version of Donna that seemed to be sticking around these days didn’t fit in with that scene.

“It looks like you are imagining it, pervert.” Chris laughed and hit me on the arm.

“Fuck off, man. It’s not like that.”

The car slowed to a stop when we reached the church, and Tucker took a deep breath as we all stared at him.

A large smile spread across his face. “I’m not gonna change my mind, guys. Let’s do this.”

The driver pulled open the door and we all exited. He had parked out back, and thankfully no assholes with cameras were there to greet us. Given how stressed out I was this morning, this was a good thing. I didn’t need to be arrested for assault and miss the wedding of my best friend.

We filed inside the small, dimly lit building. It looked more like a post office than a church. I was shocked it didn’t burst into flames as I entered. The priest greeted us as we walked in. He pulled Tucker to the side so they could speak privately and pointed to a room off to the left that we could wait in. We had ordered snacks and beverages to be ready for us while we waited, and they were lined up on a small card table against the wall. I still had my bottle of Jack, which I held down at my side so the preacher couldn’t see it. I knew it was sometimes part of religious ritual to drink wine in church, but I wasn’t sure how they felt about something a little harder.

The holding room had a few foldout chairs and old paintings of Jesus on the cross. I wasn’t a religious person, but I could certainly understand why so many people are. Knowing someone else was looking out for you and would have your back was comforting. But that didn’t work for me. My thoughts always drifted to my little brother, and as hard as I tried, I couldn’t understand where God was on the day he had died.

I unscrewed the lid to my bottle and took a healthy sip. The liquid no longer burned. My body was growing numb to its effects.

Terry walked up beside me, his hands folded over his chest as he nodded his chin toward the old oil painting. “Whatchya thinking about?” he asked, his eyes dipping down to the bottle in my hand before he looked back to the picture.

“Life . . . death . . . shit.” My words were beginning to slur and I knew it was time to cut myself off. I didn’t want to forget this day with Cass and Tucker.

“That’s deep, man.” Terry reached down and took the bottle from me with a grin on his face. “I think we should slow down a bit.”

After a long pause he rubbed his hand hard over his freshly shaved chin as if deep in thought. “You ever wonder what Donna looks like naked?”

I shook my head and walked away, mumbling expletives under my breath. The guys were constantly ragging on me about Donna ever since they’d plotted to set us up a few months ago. They thought a game of pool and a few drinks would make me forget that Sarah was right next to me, and that she was back with that scumbag Derek, a jerk that didn’t even come close to deserving a woman like her. I was thankful they did though, because that had been the turning point for me and Donna—when she’d started loosening up and opening up with me a little. I grabbed a bag of pretzels from Chris and shoved my hand in to grab a few. He yanked the bag back out of my hand with a laugh.

The door swung open and Tucker stepped inside, glancing behind him before letting the door close.

“You look like you saw a ghost,” I joked as I shoved a pretzel in my mouth.

“I sort of did.” He ran his hand over his hair, causing it to stick up haphazardly.

“You didn’t see Cass in her dress, did you? That chick will flip the fuck out if you pull some bad-luck shit like that.”

“No, not Cass. You know she invited some old friends to come. She didn’t mention it because she didn’t think they would be able to make it with their crazy schedule.”

I pushed him aside as I pulled open the door and glanced out of the crack to the pews. My heart stopped as my eyes landed on Sarah. She was wearing a baby-blue dress to match the color scheme of the wedding. I rarely ever saw her in anything besides black, and it took my breath away. She looked beautiful, a softer side of her—one that people rarely got to see—shining through. I almost didn’t see Derek at her side, his hand on her lower back, dangerously close to grabbing her ass. Dick.

Tucker pulled me back and the door shut again in front of my eyes. I squeezed them closed, wishing I hadn’t drunk so many shots.

“It’s fine,” I lied with a smile as I threw my hands in the air. “So I thought she was cute. No big deal. You could have told me she was coming.”

Chris shook his head and glanced over at Terry.

“For fuck’s sake, guys. I’m not a lovesick puppy. I could give a fuck about Sarah and her shitty boyfriend. We’re just friends. Were friends. Whatever, it was never anything more than that.”

“All right, man.” Tucker shrugged and forced a smile. “I’m glad to hear it.”

I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes, taking in a deep, calming breath. I wasn’t going to let some chick fuck with my head. Not today. Cass and Tucker didn’t need my pointless drama. Sarah was smiling and didn’t seem the least bit fazed by the contact between her and Derek. She was . . . happy. I was going to do my best to pretend I was happy, too.

“I need some air.” I pushed out of the door before anyone could stop me. I knew they thought I was going to make a scene, but I didn’t care. I felt as if the walls were closing in on me, and that picture of Jesus staring at me was beginning to creep me out. It felt as if he were silently judging me as he hung on that wall . . . on that cross.

I didn’t glance Sarah and Derek’s way as I stepped out of the front doors of the church and pulled my cigarettes and lighter from my pocket. I didn’t realize my mistake before it was too late. I should have gone out the back. Instead, I was face-to-face with the same asshole photographer from the hotel lobby. He grinned as he raised his camera to his face and snapped a pic.

I lit my cigarette, desperately trying to bite my tongue. The door opened behind me and Sarah stepped out next to me. The tightening in my chest was painful, and trying to convince myself, once again, that she was just a friend—if that anymore—was nearly impossible. I wanted to reach out and touch her smooth skin, wrap my arms around her, and bury my face in her hair, but she had stopped returning my texts or calls months ago without ever explaining why—though I could venture that it had something to do with Derek.

But I had no idea where our relationship stood anymore. The thought of her being able to dismiss me so easily was too much, and I pushed the idea away and focused on the cigarette that glowed hot in my hand. The photographer began to yell questions at us, asking if we were together.

“Long time no see.” She sighed loudly as she stared off at the street.

I nodded, squinting in the bright sunlight. It was overbearingly warm out and my stomach began to turn from the alcohol. “How’ve you been?” I asked, still unable to look at her. It was no secret I had a thing for her, and if everyone else could see it, I knew she could, too.

“Can’t complain.”

“Can’t or won’t?” I finally chanced a glance at her and smiled when her eyes met mine. Sarah was forced to grow up fast the way I had, and it was one of the reasons we had become so close while on the road together. We were exposed to the ugly side of life when we should have been hanging out with friends and playing games.

Witnessing my brother’s death when he was hit by a car had destroyed me. We stood in the front yard of our home as on any other day. I threw around a football with Robert, who was only nine at the time, but he wanted to be just like me when he got older. As I threw the ball, there was a screeching of tires and the entire world slowed to a stop as I spun around to see a light blue Buick careening toward us. I panicked, unable to inhale as my eyes darted back to my brother, who was still smiling, oblivious to what was about to happen. It was the most horrific day of my life. Everyone knew, but no one ever brought it up. Sarah did the complete opposite. She forced me to face it so I could start to move past it.

“Both I suppose.”

“Get closer together!” the photog yelled at us.

“Get a real fucking job,” I snapped back. His camera began to click faster as he continued to try to get a rise out of me.

“Don’t let him get to you,” Sarah said under her breath.

The door opened behind us and we both turned around to see Derek, his eyes darting back and forth between us before landing on Sarah. He ran his hand roughly through his dark, shoulder-length hair.

“Cass is here. She’s asking for you.”

“It was good talking to you, E.” Her lips tugged up into a small grin as she stepped inside. I let the door close completely before I took another long drag from my cigarette and flicked it toward the photographer. He swore loudly as I opened the door to the church and slid inside, smiling from ear to ear.

My eyes flicked to the other door at the far end of the chapel that concealed the girls before I headed into the private room that held the band. I stopped as I stepped inside and Derek stood before me.

“What’s up, man?” I asked casually as I made my way to the snack table and nonchalantly poured myself a Jack and Coke.

“Nothing really. Was just telling the guys about a concert we had a few weeks back outside of Vegas. It was wild, man. The chicks were insane.” He was no longer talking to just me, and I gulped down my beverage, crumpling the plastic cup in my hand as he rambled on about some groupie who was willing to do anything to sneak off with him. Tucker placed his hand on my shoulder and I nodded at him, letting him know I was not going to fuck up this day for him. He patted my back before taking the bottle and pouring himself a drink.

“She made her choice. You can’t do anything to help her if she doesn’t want to be helped,” he said quietly as the twins laughed loudly at something Derek had said. She made her choice. Those words stung like a motherfucker. I ran the back of my hand over my lips as I let that reality sink in.

It was time for me to make a choice and stop sitting around waiting for someone who didn’t want me. It was just a fucking crush. I wasn’t even sure if Sarah had ever felt the same way about me. We would flirt, sure, but it never went any further than that.

As if she were listening into my thoughts, the door popped open and Sarah stuck her head inside. “It’s time.” She grinned, her eyes meeting mine briefly before she looked down to the floor.

Tucker followed her out of the door, and after a few more words, so did Derek. I glanced at Terry, unable to hide the anger in my eyes, before stepping out of the room and following the others to Cass’s room. All three of us would be walking her down the aisle in the absence of her father.

Cass looked incredible in a simple white gown that went all the way to the floor. She had insisted on this weird strappy shit that went across her back. I teased her for days about getting tangled in it, but she’d made the right choice. Her hair was pulled up in lose curls, and the only jewelry she wore was her engagement ring and that damn heart locket from Tuck that she never removed. I couldn’t help but smile with pride as she beamed back at me, her makeup making her look as if she’d stepped off a runway. I knew she had learned to wear it that way from Sarah. We had butted heads when Cass first came to be a part of our dysfunctional little family, but I had grown to love her.

“She cleans up nice, doesn’t she?” A voice broke through the silence and my eyes fell on Dorris. She was much thinner since the last time I had seen her, and she had aged at least ten years. Her lips curled up in a smile and I crossed the room in two large strides to hug her.

“It’s been too long.” I gave her an extra squeeze before she pulled back to look me over. “Does Tuck know you’re here?”

“Not yet.” Her smile grew. “I told him I wasn’t able to fly.”

“He’s going to be excited. You were the one thing he said would be missing.”

“That and a good meal. You boys are so thin.” Her eyes danced over the twins, who came over to give her a hug. Terry lifted her from the ground and she squealed, smacking him on the shoulder so he would put her down. “Hasn’t Cass been feeding you?”

“They eat like horses. I can hardly keep up,” Cass joked, running her hand down the front of her silky dress.

“I’ll have to send you some of my recipes. Tucker always loved my lasagna.”

“I’d appreciate that. Thank you,” Cass said.

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I was a Russian spy at the ripe age of thirteen, given my uncanny ability to tell if someone was lying ( I also read fortunes on the weekends). By sixteen I had become too much of a handful for the Lethal Intelligence Ensemble (L.I.E.). I was quickly exiled to the south of France were I worked with wayward elephants in the Circus of Roaming Animals and People (C.R.A.P.). I was able to make ends meet by selling my organs on the black market for pocket change and beer money. At the age of twenty three I decided to expand my horizons and become a blackjack dealer in Ireland. I loved the family atmosphere at Barney's Underground Liquor Lounge (B.U.L.L.). People couldn't resist the allure of Liquor up front and poker in the rear. Eventually I became tired of the rear and headed off to the United States to try my hand at tall tales. That is what brings us hear today. If you have a moment I'd like to tell you a story.

Teresa Mummert is an army wife and mother whose passion in life is writing . Born in Pennsylvania, she lived a small town life before following her husband's military career to Louisiana. She has published two books in the Undying Love Vampire Series. Book one is titled Kat's Tale. It tells the story of a young girl with a chip on her shoulder, braving it in a world in which she feels utterly alone. That is until she meets Caleb. The much anticipated book two of the series titled 9 Lives did not disappoint. It continued the tale of Kat and Caleb's turbulent romance with a supernatural twist. Book three, Kat Fight, was just released!! She also contribute to SocialSex.Org. Check out her website for samples and updates! TeresaMummert.com

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5.0 out of 5 stars Sexy & Suspenseful!!, October 5, 2011 By Naila Tahseen Hunter "iciss" (USA) -
Amazon Verified Purchase- This review is from: Kat's Tale (Undying Love Vampire Series) (Kindle Edition)
This story pulled me in from the very start!! I couldn't stop until finished. Kat's Tale is a seductive vampire romance following the life of Kat, depressed over the death of her brother and fueled by her hate for vampires, until she meets Caleb who's everything she desires...or is he? Their instant fiery passion ultimately leads to a revelation Kat isn't prepared to face. I guarantee this story will leave you craving for more!! A must read!
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5.0 out of 5 stars Seductive & gripping, 23 Dec 2011
By Danielle Davies (Amazon UK)This review is from: Kat's Tale (Undying Love Vampire Series) (Kindle Edition)Absoloutly loved this book, I was truly gripped right from the word go. I connected straight away with Kat with her rebellious side, struggling to come to terms with the death of her brother Marcus. When she meets Caleb her life will difiniley never be the same again. I literally could not put this book down. It had just the right mix of seductive romance & danger that left me wanting more. Hope there are many more to come in this series.
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5.0 out of 5 starsgreat series in the making, September 26, 2011 By lizzyluau - Amazon Verified Purchase- This review is from: Kat's Tale (Undying Love Vampire Series) (Kindle Edition)
This has the makings of a great series. I absolutely love the characters and how the story wastes no time in sucking you in, no pun intended. Looking forward to the next one and so on. I especially love the fact that it is an ebook and I didn't have to wait for a book. Thank you!
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4.0 out of 5 stars Great new series!, October 26, 2011
By Kristi C - Amazon Verified Purchase-This review is from: Kat's Tale (Undying Love Vampire Series) (Kindle Edition)If you love vampire fiction like I do then you will love this book! It caught and kept my attention from the beginning, I couldn't put it down until I had finished it. I'm excited to read the second book to find out what happens with Caleb and I hope the series continues after that! Read it!!!
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5.0 out of 5 stars Great beginning to a series I want more of!!, October 4, 2011 By Melnell (Texas, USA) - Amazon Verified Purchase- This review is from: Kat's Tale (Undying Love Vampire Series) (Kindle Edition)
I love this story and can't wait to find out what happens next! I can relate to the emotions of the characters and could not stop reading. If you love stories that keep you on the edge of your seat and make you care about what happens to the characters, then get this book and start Kat's story.
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5 out of 5 starsSheena Broussard's review Dec 30, 11
Read in December, 2011 (GoodReads)I love the plot and the unexpected twist in this story. Caleb is to die for and Kat is strong not your typical damsel in distress. I cannot wait for to finish 9lives. I can see this becoming just as popular as the sookie stackhouse mysteries and richelle mead's vampire academy!

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4 out of 5 for this reader folks!

A Song For Us by Teresa Mummert is the final book in her White Trash Trilogy and I have to say I was pleased with the way all ended. Unlike the first two books, this third book revolves around two back story characters that you couldn't help but fall a little in love with in the first two books. Eric and Sarah.

Eric is the drummer of the rock band Damaged. While touring with another band called Filth he became really close and bonded with their lead singer Sarah. Sarah however, much like Eric, is perfectly flawed, both sharing a history of child abuse. They never crossed the line of romance though, as Sarah was heartbroken over her broken relationship with a fellow band member Derek. Now, both bands have reunited for a couple of weeks to celebrate the marriage of Cass and Tucker (the focal characters on the first two books) and while Sarah and Derek have reunited as a couple, there is much left unsaid between Eric and Sarah.

As they spend more time in each others company, clearly they are meant to be together .. well clearly to all but them! LOL Derek is the predictable douchebag cheating on Sarah, but you can see his tender moments shine through making you think that he is redeemable. Damaged band manager Donna, who is a strict stick in the mud also let's down her hair and warms to Eric and becomes a "friend with benefits". As all of this is going on, Eric and Sarah realize they need to face their true feelings towards each other and make a decision about their future one way or another. Of course no story is complete without the humour filled antics of the other crazy band members to ease the high level of angst that goes with this story. LOL

A great wrap up to a great trilogy.
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0x8bd8781c) out of 5 stars Good Story! 29 April 2014
By Fike's Book Blog - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Kindle Edition
This is the third book in the series and is the story of Eric and Sarah.

Eric wasn't the easiest person to get along with on tour, but Cass got him and Sarah got him. When the guys are on tour everything seems to flow, but now that Filth isn't on tour with them anymore, E tries to move on. He knows Sarah made her choice and he wants nothing more than for her to be happy. He just wishes she could have picked him to be happy with.

When the two see each other again, the looks between them are still there, along with their connection. Unfortunately, Sarah made her choice to be with Derek, no matter how wrong he is for her. E can't help but be jealous when he sees Derek touch his girlfriend, when E wants nothing more than for Sarah to be his. Even though E is getting closer to Donna, his bands manager, he looks as her as a friend, and right now he needs all the friends he can get.

Eric has his problems and guilt from growing up, living each day feeling like he's at fault. He left home and hasn't looked back since.

Sarah has also had her fair share of heartbreak and hurt from her home life and ran away never looking back. She doesn't think her mom would believe her and she feels guilty for leaving her little sister behind.

Sarah and Eric share a bond, one where they trust one another and confide in each other about their past situations. Unfortunately, Sarah's boyfriend and band member doesn't get along with Eric, though the feeling is mutual.

Sarah continues to stay with a man who treats her like crap, because she feels like she deserves what she gets, when Eric wants nothing more than to be the guy who takes care of her.

When situations explode, the group is ripped apart and each one learns that they need to fix their past before they can truly move towards their future.

I can say I enjoyed the last part of this book, much better than the beginning. I felt like there was lots of parts that dragged out. I wanted to smack Sarah on more than one occasion.

Overall, it was a great story and I loved the ending!
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0x8bd87c24) out of 5 stars Emotional and angsty story 24 April 2014
By Ellen (Book Bellas) - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Kindle Edition
“A series of struggles strung together with the occasional moment of joy that makes it worth going another day.”

This quote from Eric sets the tone for this emotional, angsty book that tells Eric and Sarah's story. Eric is the drummer for Damaged, Tucker's bandmate. He tries to drown his emotional sorrows in lots of liquor and lots of women.

"The deeper your love, the harder you fall when it goes bad.”

I loved Cass and Tucker from the first installment in the White Trash Trilogy and was looking forward to reading more about Eric's story. He is a very loyal and protective character who experienced a terrible loss. He loves Sarah, but despite their attraction and genuine affection for each other, she chooses her boyfriend Derek over Eric. Adding to the drama is the fact that Derek and Eric are bandmates.

The author does not make her characters' paths to happiness an easy one. Sarah and Eric must both confront some some terrible issues from their pasts before they can find their happily ever after. I loved reading about Cass and Tucker, who are two very memorable characters from the first book in this trilogy.

Although I was a little annoyed at Sarah's behaviour in A Song for Us, I ultimately understood why she acted the way she did. There is just the right amount of steam and drama in A Song for Us. Although the story is a great conclusion to the White Trash Trilogy, I wouldn't mind reading more about the rest of the band members!
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0x8bd87c9c) out of 5 stars WOW!!!! 23 April 2014
By BooK Gossip - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Kindle Edition
“A series of struggles strung together with the occasional moment of joy that makes it worth going another day.”

To say I’m a fan of Teresa Mummert is an understatement. She totally had me with Honor Series and then blew me away with White Trash Trilogy.

Teresa created amazing characters in this series and they’re all returned for the final installment each playing a significant part in the storyline. With any great book there are twist and turns, laugher and heartache. At one point you will want to slap someone. *Cough… Sarah*

From Cass and Tucker’s wedding to the end… You will not to put it down.

“The deeper your love, the harder you fall when it goes bad.”

Eric and Sarah’s HEA journey has been nothing but turbulent.
Both damaged to the point of dysfunction. They have to come to terms with their pasts and the emotional barriers holding them back.

But in the end… WOW!

“I don’t ever want to let you go.”
“I won’t let you.”
“We take it one day at a time.”
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0x8bd8b048) out of 5 stars I WANT MORE!!!! 22 April 2014
By Natalie aka GrayceSavage :) - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Kindle Edition
Once again Teresa has out done herself. This trilogy has truley been an amazing ride. Each and every character has their own struggles and hardships but it's just nice to get a peak into a few of them.

This story is focused on Eric "E", Donna, and Sarah. Eric is the sexy and talented drummer for Damaged, Donna is the bitchy but loosening up manager that is playing around with E, and Sarah is Erics heart and soul.

They each have a past and issues but only Sarah and Eric know each others past. They are such a strong duo except Sarah is in love with Derek, a member of her band Filth. Donna is falling for E and he is falling period. Can they ever get their acts together?

I loved Eric because no matter what he is always there for those he loves. I really enjoyed hating Donna because she was such a bitch but once she started loosing up she became more fun to read. Sarah, well she is just a mess but I enjoyed her character as well. Derek well I'll leave that opinion secret :)

Thank you so much Teresa for making this trilogy an absolutely joy ride!! Five stars have been granted :)
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0x8bd8b180) out of 5 stars A Must Read!! 22 April 2014
By Carrie Stevens - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Kindle Edition
~*~My Thoughts~*~
A 4.5 Star Rating
What a great way to end an awesome trilogy. I loved getting Eric's story it was amazing. Teresa Mummert has really out done herself with this series. Eric was awesome i adored him. Now Sarah at times i loved her others i hated her this was why i gave it a 4.5 instead of 5. Sometimes she just came off as super immature and selfish to me. I won't go into why as i don't want to spoil anything but that was my opinion. All in all a great trilogy and i hope everyone enjoys it as much as i did.

Received a complimentary copy from NetGalley for an honest review.
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