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  About the Author

  Lost Our Forever by Natalie J. Damschroder

  Behind the Mask by Jody Walllace

  Rebuilding Forever by Natalie J. Damschroder

  Ride With the Devil

  Beneath the Veil

  Seeking Eden

  Blue Silver: Nothing Like the Sun

  #2 in the Blue Silver Continuity Series

  By

  Megan Hart

  BLUE SILVER: NOTHING LIKE THE SUN

  an erotic novella in the Blue Silver continuity series by Megan Hart

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  "Blue Silver: Nothing Like the Sun”

  2nd Edition

  Published by Megan Hart (Chaos Publishing)

  Copyright ©2006, ©2015 Megan Hart

  Cover by Purple Girl Design

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  Author's Note: This book is part of a really rockin' continuity series

  undertaken with authors Jodie Wallace and Natalie Damschroder. Wallace’s story features foul-mouthed Arliss, and Damschroder's two stories about the indomitable Cassie are LOST

  OUR FOREVER and REBUILDING FOREVER.

  Author's Second Note: This story was originally published as “Nothing Like the Sun” by Megan Hart via Amber Quill Press from 2006-2013. This edition is

  updated and tweaked, but not substantially.

  1

  Georgie Davis was coming out. Not of the closet, or at a debutante ball. No, Georgie was surging out of her push-up bra.

  “Big change from six months ago, huh, sweetheart?” Esther Feinman gestured with her ever-present cigarette clutched in one gnarled hand. “Remember, honey, the garter belt should go under the panties, if you want to be able to take them off in a hurry.”

  “Right, right.” Georgie snapped the garters, then cupped her breasts, pushing them upward. “I look like I’ve got a set of grapefruits on my chest! With maraschino cherries on top.”

  Esther laughed. “Well, honey, it’s pretty much a proven fact—if you want to catch a man’s attention, you gotta lure him with food or your titties. Grapefruits topped with maraschino cherries would do the trick, either way. I’m going to make some coffee. You want some?”

  Still studying her reflection for flaws, Georgie nodded. “Sure, thanks Esther.”

  Alone in front of the mirror, she sucked in her breath and struck a pose. Then another. Not out of vanity, though anyone watching her might have thought so. No. Georgie was merely evaluating “the look.”

  “A little less Joan Crawford,” she murmured. “A little more Lana Turner.”

  Esther didn’t know about Joe, or the accident that had put him in a coma for three months. She didn’t know how Georgie had sat by his bedside that entire time, giving up friends and career advancement to be there for him, certain he was the man she was meant to marry. Esther particularly didn’t know that Joe, once recovered, had left Georgie for his physical therapist, a fit young blonde named Nancy, who could lift twice her own body weight and smelled constantly of menthol ointment.

  All Esther knew was that Georgiana Davis wanted to learn everything about being a top-class whore and had come to Esther to learn it, at the very reasonable price of weekly chauffeuring to the grocery store, cartons of Pall-Malls and boxes of Krispy Kreme doughnuts. So far, it had seemed worth every penny.

  Georgie pursed her lips and blew her reflection a kiss. “If you can’t get Julian Manchester into bed, you’d better give up sex for the rest of your life.”

  Esther didn’t know about Julian either, or Georgie’s plan to seduce a man she’d been in lust with for twenty years.

  Georgie gave herself another once-over from carefully coiffed hair to red-painted toenails. She might look different, but the funny thing was…she didn’t feel very different. She still felt like the same squeeing fan-girl she’d been twenty-plus years ago when a flat tire had waylaid a girlhood dream. Georgie and her friends, The Silverettes, had never made it to the first Blue Silver concert they’d planned to attend. Now, though, the band had reunited for a reunion tour, and Georgie didn’t intend to miss a second chance.

  “You all right in there?” Esther’s voice floated down the hallway.

  “Yes, just changing!”

  Georgie had to be back at the library in forty minutes. People would look at her a bit funny if she showed up dressed like this. She grabbed up her clothes, a plain, dark shirt-waist dress that left everything to the imagination, and dressed quickly, trading spiky heeled pumps for a pair of casual loafers and putting her platform heels back in her bag. She smiled, looking around the room where she’d spent the past six months getting ready for what she hoped would be the night of her life.

  The news of the tour had been tucked away on an internet gossip blog between stories about one young starlet’s anorexia and a certain big Hollywood actor’s alleged plastic surgery. A small snippet, without even a paparazzi photo beside it. She almost missed it in scrolling through the site, but a name, Julian Manchester, caught her eye and she was hooked. She’d spent the next four hours Googling Julian and the boys, reliving the old crush and playing “Her Eyes” over and over again.

  They’d done a lot in over the past couple of decades, though none of it rivaled the band’s heyday, when pink hair and lip gloss had ceased to be the realm of women only, and zebra-striped spandex pants were considered “awesome.” Julian had recorded an album of classical music. The other lads had worked on their own varied pet projects.

  Now the boys from Britain were getting back together to do a tour of small clubs to promote their new CD, Renewal. An acoustic tour, stripped down, nothing like the grand arena days when thousands of screaming girls had danced themselves to exhaustion.

  It had taken some work to put it all together. Calls to Cassie, Marcy, Lissie and Faith, the original fan club. Emails. Pleading. Begging. Georgie hadn’t quite made it to bribing before Cassie caved and agreed to use her connections to arrange for the band to kick off their tour in Harrisburg. That it would benefit the charity Ten Steps to the Moon was a bonus.

  That it would get her into Julian’s bed was a secret.

  “Come and get it while it’s hot!”

  In the kitchen, the homey scent of coffee cake made her stomach rumble, but Georgie declined the piece Esther offered. “No, thanks.”

  Esther tutted, but didn’t push it on her. “Lemme tell ya, hon, the best part about being retired? No more dieting.”

  Georgie grinned and helped herself to a mug of coffee. “It’s not so bad, Esther. And it’ll be worth it.”

  Esther laughed. “So, you like the bra or what? I told you my cousin Sadie would give you a discount, too.”

  Georgie had purchased the a