Violinist Effie Murphy moved to New York to pick up the pieces of her life. After six months, she’s still broken, not to mention flat broke. But everything changes one weird night, when she meets Elias, the lead of one of the hottest bands in the world. Except, she doesn’t know that. She also doesn’t know he’s leaving the country soon.
Elias hates life in the spotlight. So when he meets Effie at a random party, he pretends to be an unemployed deadbeat. Why not? He’ll never see her again. Except, he can’t stop thinking about the wild woman who helped him write songs that night.
*Erotic content and adult language. Not for readers under 18.
Head-Tripped is the second book in the Ad Agency Series and can be read as a standalone. However, it’s a more fluid experience to start with Book 1, since many of Road-Tripped’s characters are threaded into this book.
Soundtrack “Super Freak,” Rick James
The concert in Paris went off without a hitch, and since they had time to kill before they had to be in Belgium, Elias surprised Effie with tickets to Disneyland.
They dressed up in biker costumes and ran into Cato at the elevator. Head down and eyes on his phone, the bassist stepped on the elevator without noticing them.
Cato grabbed his heart. “Shit. Thought I was on here with a bunch of Easy Rider motherfuckers.” He narrowed his eyes. “Why are you dressed up like Hell’s Angels?”
Effie tossed her braid and adjusted her bandana. “So nobody recognizes us at Disneyland.”
“I want to go to Disneyland. Hold up. Let me get my wallet. I’ll go with you.”
Elias shook his head and waved behind Cato’s back. No way did he want Cato tagging along on their date.
Effie didn’t notice his distress signal. “Want to wear a costume?” she asked Cato. “I’ve got more stuff back in my room.”
He rubbed his chin. “Let’s see what you got.”
An hour later, Rick James and a couple of bikers stood in line at Disneyland.
Cato punched Elias in the shoulder. “‘Sup with you, old man? Why you so grumpy?” He been calling them “old man” and “old lady” since they’d left the hotel, claiming that’s how motorcycle gang members talked to each other.
Grumpy wasn’t the right word, more like furious. Until Rick “Cock-blocking” James showed up, Elias had planned to make out with Effie on the kiddie rides all day. On top of that, Cato would not stop singing “Super Freak.”
“You feeling okay?” Effie asked him. “You’re awfully quiet.”
“He’s super freakin’ about the Temple of Doom,” Cato said, sitting his ass between them on the ride.
It was hard to tell what Elias hated most about the Temple of Doom—Cato chanting “super freaky” every time they hit a deep slope, or his running commentary about the movie set. And since Effie hadn’t seen the movie, Cato gladly filled her in on the plot during the Thunder Mountain ride.
“He fell into a pit of snakes?” she cried. “Then what?”
Cato told her on the next ride.
When an asteroid zoomed toward them during the Armageddon ride, Cato screamed melodramatically and made the little girl next to them cry. “Sorry for super freakin’ out your kid,” he told the parents.
After that, Cato bought monogrammed mouse ears for everyone—Grumpy for Elias, Bootsie for her, and Super Freak for himself.
Elias ditched the mouse ears on the next ride, and now, it was time to ditch the Super Freak.
The minute Cato excused himself for the bathroom, Elias grabbed Effie and made a break for it, yelling “freedom!” like Mel Gibson in Braveheart.
She laughed. “Where to now, old man?”
He motioned to the Alice in Wonderland labyrinth. “Let’s get lost in there.”
On the way, he bought her a Mickey Mouse lollipop and kissed her freckled nose. “Let’s hurry before Rick James catches up. We’ve got a lot of making out to do.”
Inside the Queen of Heart’s castle, they dry-humped each other in a dark corner until the Mad Hatter showed up and tapped his shoulder.
“Excusez-moi. Vous ne pouvez pas faire ça ici. You can’t do that here.”
“This is maddening,” she said.
“Hop on, let’s get out of here.” He gave her a piggyback ride through the maze and finally found a secluded mushroom. He set her on top, next to the life-sized caterpillar, and stood between her legs. “With those braids, and that big lollipop, you look like a naughty Alice.”
She winked and licked the sucker from top to bottom.
He growled and bit her neck. “Keep doing that and I’m going to have to take you right here on top of this mushroom, old lady.”
She beamed. “I’m having the best time. Thank you for bringing me to Paris.”
“Thank you, for existing.”
Tears glistened in her eyes. “No one’s ever thanked me for living before.”
He stroked her cheek. “What’s wrong, mi vida?”
“You make me feel…”
“That’s it. You make me feel. I was numb before I met you.”
Her kiss tasted like lollipops and happy tears.
“Well, well, what do we have here?”
Every muscle in Elias’s body went rigid. “Mierda.”
Behind them, Cato grinned satanically underneath the giant Cheshire Cat. “That’s right, mucho grande mierda, motherfucker. You got some ‘splaining to do, Lucy.”
“Oh, no.” Effie bit her knuckles and groaned.
Cato cupped his ear. “I’m sorry, what’d you say, Yoko Ono?”
“You gonna tell the others, man?” Elias asked.
Cato pushed his tongue against his cheek. “Nah, we cool.”
“Sure about that?”
“We cool, I said.” And that was the last time he mentioned it.
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About Nicole Archer
Archer’s lengthy career as an advertising copywriter not only polished her writing skills, it provided a lifetime of book material. Many months her book purchases are as high as her mortgage. As a full-time, working single mom of a beautiful, brilliant, and horrifically energetic son, she has little time to do much else but work, write, read, drink wine, and breathe. In real life, she lives in Dallas, Texas, but she’d rather live in Switzerland.