FanGirl Squeal by Jackie Chanel!


Book Blitz :
FanGirl Squeal
(RockStars of Romance Book 1)
Jackie Chanel
Apr 4th – Apr 11th


Myers is a “sensitive singer/songwriter” that has captured the hearts
of fangirls around the world with his music. Savannah is a gossip blogger and
self-proclaimed SUPERFAN. After one encounter, 8 years ago before Cash became
internationally known, Savannah has been his #1 fan. When their paths cross
again, their attraction to each other is undeniable and a FANGIRL’S dream
weekend in New York City brings Savannah and Cash even closer. No one believes
that their feelings for each other are real, especially Cash’s management. At
27 years old, Savannah’s parents expect her to “step away from the
computer and GET A REAL JOB” while her twin sister is over the moon that
Savannah will forever be the one who disappointed her civil rights activist parents
by bringing a white boy home to meet the family. Everyone they know is doing
everything they can to keep Savannah and Cash apart. How can they even consider
being together when social stigmas and self-created drama keep forcing them


caught the eye of a tall busty brunette in tight shorts, a shimmering top, and
stripper heels. She was gorgeous, like swimsuit model gorgeous and definitely
throwing sex me vibes his way. That was the problem with making appearances
without Victoria on his arm. Girls were bold when she wasn’t around to lay
claim to her man.

Cash stood up and walked over to the girl. She adjusted her
shirt to show off a little more of her best feature, a nice pair of surgically
enhanced…hmmm, 36Ds, Cash guessed. His eyes roamed over her statuesque body.
Cash slid behind her and lightly gripped her hips.
“You’re kinda cute,” Cash said in her ear. “What’s your name?”

“Shana. And you’re Cash Myers.”
“The one and only.”
“Too bad for that,” Shana smiled. “The world could use more

“I don’t think so, my dear. The world can’t handle more than
one of me.”

Their flirty banter continued as Cash led Shana to the
middle of the dance floor. Two beers and two shots of Patron had lowered his
inhibitions but they hadn’t made him stupid. Shana was good for a few
ass-to-groin dances and he’d probably leave with her number, however, that’s as
far as it would go. Until Victoria said otherwise, he was unavailable. She
wasn’t getting the chance to turn this situation around on him and make him the
bad guy.

After two dances, Tracy tapped Cash on his shoulder. Much to
Shana’s disappointment, he removed his hands from her hips and turned to face
his publicist.

“What?” he shouted.
Tracy pointed to a small group, two guys and a girl,
standing by the bar sipping on Club Reign’s signature drink, the Mongolian
Motherfucker. Vodka, rum, gin, sloe gin, 151, Southern Comfort, triple sec,
orange juice, cranberry juice, and grenadine…he’d had a quite a few in his day,
but never the night before a show.

“That’s Savannah Ford and her friends,” Tracy explained.
“She wants to do a feature on you for her website. Go over, say hi, and answer
a few questions then we can get out of here.”

Cash had no idea who Savannah Ford was, but he stared across
the club at the brown-skinned, curly haired girl trying her hardest not to make
it so incredibly obvious that she was staring at him too. She was gorgeous, in
a sexy bohemian girl next-door kind of way. Her eyes sparkled with a twinkle
that one Mongolian Motherfucker usually caused. She didn’t have the aggressive
and cold look of someone angling for a story. In fact, she appeared to be
having a great time with her two friends and he being there wasn’t going to
change that.

The flashing strobe lights made her belly ring sparkle. Cash
could make out that she had a rather large tattoo on her side. Her halter top
only partially revealed the pattern. He couldn’t make out what it was. It
didn’t matter. Girls with tattoos were hot as hell!

“What’s the name of her blog?” Cash asked Tracy, assuming
the girl was just another gossip blogger.
“It’s called FanGirl Squeal. It’s cute,” Tracy replied.

Cash rolled his eyes. “Are you serious? What is she…twelve?
How’d she get in here?”

“She’s a year younger than me,” Tracy scolded. “I know how
you feel about bloggers, but I’ve checked out her site. She’s never written
anything negative about you, Cash. I didn’t even see one paparazzi picture of
you so she’s not paying anyone for her content. She’s one of the good ones.”

Although Cash trusted the opinion of his publicist, he
disliked gossip bloggers. No matter what they said, entertainment blogs or
whatever they chose to call themselves, at the end of the day, they were all
always in his business and invading his personal life. He didn’t like it. For
once, he’d just like to do an interview and talk about his latest album, not
where he and Victoria were getting married or when they were going to have




be published by Pink Neon Publishing 


Chanel is a contemporary romance author and self proclaimed badass. Her writing
career began in high school when she began writing short romance stories about
her celebrity crushes. Her very first novel was penned while she was a senior
in Youngstown, Ohio. She insists that no one will ever read it.
studied at Georgia State University and currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia.
When she’s not writing or daydreaming, she can often be found drooling over the
latest Chanel shoes or playing around on her tumblr blog with a cup of coffee
in hand and a little Mayer or Hendrix in the background.
Her characters are a reflection of the people she has encountered along her
writing journey and her books are often inspired by her favorite thing, music.






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