SWEET OBLIVION by Alexa Padgett: Release Blitz, Excerpt & Teasers

Aya Aldringham has it all, but wealth can’t make her father love her or give her more time with her dying grandfather. Nor can it stop her from yearning for Nash Porter—the boy she never forgot. The boy who saved her.

Nash doesn’t do relationships, not after watching his parents use each other’s feelings as weapons. When he finds Aya again, after so many years, he can’t help but get close—really close—like in her bed and in her arms.

He can’t keep her though. There’s a seduction in falling in love, but it’s a lie. The truth is in the sold-out crowds who chant his name every night he’s on stage.

So why does Nash only want Aya?

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Especially because it hurt.

“You don’t seem excited about my record deal.” He settled his hip next to mine on the bed.

It was a cushy mattress, and we rolled closer, separated only by the comforter and our pants. Need curled in my belly.

I forced the smile he needed. “Oh, I am.” I rolled my eyes. “I’ll get to tell people I was there for the birth of Nash Porter, Superstar.”

His smile turned shy. “You really think I can be that? A superstar? Like Cam and Asher?”

I reached up and touched his cheek, letting my fingers linger. “I think you’re going to blow them all away.”

He studied me, no doubt looking for any insincerity. But he found none. I’d known, even as a small child, that Nash was destined for that stardom he’d mentioned. He practically shimmered with talent and possibilities. The fact that I’d held his interest this long was a gift.

“One of Asher’s stipulations was that I had to finish high school before I record my album.”

My belly warmed, and I smiled. Asher Smith cared about the musicians he worked with. Postponing Nash’s album was a blessing, all the more so because Nash wanted to push forward so badly. This gave us time.

Nash leaned in closer—so close our noses nearly bumped. “I know you’re upset about the girls flirting with me. But they don’t matter.”

I traced a pattern in the comforter next to my hip. “I’m sure one of them will be more than willing to keep you company once I’m gone.”

“I want…” He blew out a breath. “I want you, Aya. To be with you.”

Happiness exploded in my chest as I leaped forward in a tangle of limbs and sheets and tackled him to the bed. He laughed, his face so young and carefree, as he tucked my long hair back.

“You’re everything to me,” he said, his tone solemn. “If you weren’t, I wouldn’t be here right now. Maybe I should have pushed you away. But I couldn’t. I can’t.”

I dropped my gaze.

He tipped my chin up, connecting us again. His gaze ignited nerve endings and sizzled down my spine, warming my belly.

Alexa spent a good part of her youth traveling. From Budapest to Belize, Calgary to Coober Pedy, she soaked in the myriad smells, sounds, and feels of these gorgeous places, wishing she could live in them all–at least for a while. And she does in her books.

She lives in New Mexico with her husband, children, and Great Pyrenees pup, Ash. When not writing, schlepping, or volunteering, she can be found in her tiny kitchen, channeling her inner Barefoot Contessa.