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It's supposed to be the biggest summer of Priscilla Jayne Morgan's life. She's on the brink of country music superstardom, yet she had to fire her crooked-manager Mama, and the tabloids are having a field day. Now her record label's hired a watchdog to escort her on her massive summer tour. And not just anyone, either—they sicced Jared Hamilton on her, the guy she once idolized more than anyone in the world.

Well, she doesn't care how hot he is. It's been too many years and too ...

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Overview

It's supposed to be the biggest summer of Priscilla Jayne Morgan's life. She's on the brink of country music superstardom, yet she had to fire her crooked-manager Mama, and the tabloids are having a field day. Now her record label's hired a watchdog to escort her on her massive summer tour. And not just anyone, either—they sicced Jared Hamilton on her, the guy she once idolized more than anyone in the world.

Well, she doesn't care how hot he is. It's been too many years and too much water under the bridge, and she'll be damned if he gets to tell her what to do now.

Jared remembers exactly how headstrong P.J. can be and he knows she's going to be a handful. Problem is, he'd love to have his hands full of her. But he's cool. He's professional. And he's always in control.

He'd better be. Because for five long weeks he's stuck in close quarters with the wildest girl in show business.

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  • ISBN-13: 9780373772131
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 9/1/2007
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 384
  • Product dimensions: 4.21 (w) x 6.62 (h) x 1.01 (d)

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Susan Andersen is a bestselling author and proud mama of a grown son. She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband of over forty years and her cats Boo and Mojo. To be added to Susan’s email list to hear about upcoming releases, please visit her website at www.susanandersen.com and enter your email address on the contact page. Or become a member of her Facebook fan page at http://www.facebook.com/SusanAndersenFanPage.

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Front cover headline, Country Now magazine: Where in the World is Priscilla Jayne?

"Oh, for the love of pete!" P. J. Morgan, known on the country music circuit by her first and middle names, tossed aside the magazine and jumped to her feet.

"Mysterious disappearance, my butt! Where do they get this crap?" Scary to think Country Now was one of the reputable publications. She could only imagine what the tabloids were saying.

Crossing the room to the window, she pulled aside the faded olive drape to look out. Not that there was much to see in this wide-spot-in-the-road rural town. At a time in her life when she could finally afford to stay in posh four-star hotels, it was ironic that she'd instead picked a low-rent motel off a secondary highway on a hot, still Texas plain.

"Well, hey." A humorless laugh escaped her. "You can take the girl out of the trailer park, but there's just no getting that trailer trash out of the girl."

Blowing out a breath, she dropped the curtain and turned away. This wasn't exactly what she'd planned when she'd taken off on Monday. She'd been headed for Los Angeles, a city she had never seen. It had seemed exotic, was a good long way from home and she'd figured not many of its citizens were likely to give a good goddamn where one beginning-to-make-aname-for-herself country singer had gotten herself off to.

With thoughts of parking herself by a palm tree-shaded pool to drink her fill of fruity concoctions sporting frilly paper umbrellas, she'd driven seventeen hours straight, stopping only to stretch her legs and fill up the tank. When she couldn't keep her eyes open to drive another mile, she'd pulled into the Wind Blew Inn, a clean but ancient motor court in the Texas panhandle. She'd promptly fallen into bed and when she'd awakened thirtysix hours later, she'd stayed put instead of hitting the road once again. Something about this nowhere little town's one-block-long main street reminded her of the neverending series of hick towns she'd lived in growing up.

And when things go to hell, she always said, stick with the familiar.

Her stomach growled, and she realized she was hungry. What day was it, anyway—Thursday? No, God, it was Friday.

Her appetite had been nonexistent since Monday.And if that wasn't indicative of her state of mind, she didn't know what was. One summer a lifetime ago, she and a boy named Jared had gone hungry together on the streets of Denver. It was an experience that had hardwired her ever after not to miss another meal.Yet, except for about six gallons of coffee and the occasional candy bar grabbed when paying for her gas, she'd barely eaten a bite.

Twisting her hair up off her neck, she reached for her baseball cap and pulled it on, then donned a pair of oversized dark glasses. Slipping a handful of bills into her shorts pocket, she headed for the door.

It was hotter than usual for early June and the swamp cooler laboring in her room's window dripped greentinged condensation onto the concrete next to the twostep stoop outside her door. Blinking against the glare, she tugged the brim of her navy cap down and set out across the lot.

The Prairie Dog Café was a squat orange building next to Elmerson's Feed and Seed, and P.J. pulled open its screen door to the clatter of heavy crockery, the rumble of male voices discussing crops and Lari White singing about flies on the butter from an old Wurlitzer in the corner. She stepped out of the sun into the smell of frying meat and cigarette smoke. Slipping off her dark glasses, she noticed that the only customers who didn't have John Deere tractor caps planted firmly on their heads had straw Stetsons hooked over the back rails of their chairs.

Conversations faltered for a second, then resumed their accustomed rhythms. P.J. noted she was the only woman in the café this time of day, then shrugged the observation aside and crossed to the counter to claim one of the few vacant red-vinyl swivel seats. If she'd allowed men to intimidate her in her line of work, she would've quit singing about the same time she'd first attempted to go professional. The truth was, she liked the company of men. She worked primarily with them—her backup band consisted of two of the species, and the roadies that set up and broke down shows and transported the equipment from city to city were almost exclusively male.

Moving aside an ashtray, she reached across the counter for a laminated menu stuck in the rear prongs of the stainless steel condiment holder.

A waitress with Sandy embroidered above the breast pocket of her pink uniform came over a few minutes later and set a glass of water in front of P.J. "What can I getcha, honey?"

She ordered a ham and swiss on sourdough and knew she should ask for it to go. But the murmur of voices was comforting to a woman accustomed to being surrounded by people and she couldn't quite bring herself to relinquish the sound to return to her too-quiet room.

She realized it wasn't a smart choice, however, when Sandy said something as she clipped her order to the wheel above the pass-through to the kitchen and the short-order cook immediately poked his head through the opening to give P.J. the once-over. She also caught the waitress stealing glances at her as she bustled about the room filling coffee cups and slapping down bills torn from a pad in her apron pocket. Then "Mama's Girl," P.J."s very first recording, came on the jukebox and with an inward groan she settled a little deeper into her chair.

Sandy brought the bill a moment later. "That's you, isn't it?" she demanded with a tip of her chin toward the Wurlitzer.

P.J. could lie with the best of them and she looked the other woman straight in the eye. "Don't I wish." She smiled wryly. "People are always mistaking me for her. Darn shame I can't sing a lick."

"It's you," Sandy insisted. "I saw you on Austin City Limits once and I'll never forget your speaking voice."

Damn. Didn't it just figure that would give her away? She hated her speaking voice. It was raspy and made her sound as if she were a three-pack-a-day smoker. She'd always figured God had given her a good, strong singing voice to make amends for saddling her with such a ridiculous conversational one.

Still she insisted, "Oh, this isn't the way I usually sound. It's the tag end of a nasty case of laryngitis." But recognizing a blown cover when she saw one, she left a hefty tip and headed for the door. It looked like she might see California after all.

"Pretty cold-blooded to fire your own mama, you ask me," the waitress called after her.

Ouch. Ouchouchouch! Given the mess with her mother earlier this week, Sandy's parting shot was a direct hit. when she was out of earshot. Damn if she intended to make excuses to someone who didn't know the first thing about her relationship with her mother. She stomped back to the Wind Blew Inn.

She had just zipped her suitcase closed and was looking for her flip-flops when there was an authoritative knock on the door.

She stilled, her head raised to stare at the peepholefree door. Dear Lord. Reporters already?

Then she willed herself to relax. Don't be ridiculous, it's probably just the manager. Even if Sandy had called someone, which was iffy, the only reporter who could have gotten here this fast would be from a local weekly, and she could be three states away by the time its next edition hit the streets. She crossed to the window and lifted a corner of the curtain, trying to see who was on the other side of the door.

A tall man stood on her tiny stoop, but the angle was wrong to see more than the fact that he had wide shoulders in a navy-blue T-shirt, neatly trimmed brown hair and was wearing a faded pair of jeans. His right forearm, she saw as he raised his fist to knock on the door once again, sported a long, narrow tattoo that undulated subtly with the movement. It was mostly green and almost looked like a praying mantis.

"Ohmigawd."

She lunged for the door, pulling it open. The man jerked back his fist, but she barely even noticed how close it had come to her forehead. Her gaze went first to the tattoo, which was exactly what she'd expected to see, then to the man's face. "Jared?" she whispered.

"Jared Hamilton?"

"Hello, P.J."

"Ohmigawd!" she said again. A frisson of pure pleasure buzzed along her spine and, laughter erupting, she leaped out at him, her arms snaking around his neck in a stranglehold, her legs wrapping around his waist. "Oh. My. God!" Leaning back, she gazed into his face. And grinned. "You sure grew up good."

That was an understatement. He'd been goodlooking at seventeen, but now his features were honed in a way that made it nearly impossible to look away. Hard jaw, aristocratic nose, stern mouth with a full lower lip. His hair was still the sun-streaked brown she remembered but he wore it shorter these days. And he'd grown into his long, skinny bones. He was still tall muscular.

His fingers, which had clasped her butt with a light touch when she'd jumped him, tightened infinitesimally. A slight smile pulled up one corner of his mouth. "You grew up pretty well, yourself."

Well. Not good—well. Some of her pleasure dimmed. It was due to Jared that she'd worked as hard as she had in her language arts and English classes in junior high and high school, and her grammar was much better than it had been at thirteen. Not good enough, though, evidently. "Grew up good, grew up well." She shrugged. "Not everyone has the advantage of your prep-school upbringing, rich boy. Some of us are simply never gonna speak like some stick-up-the-butt banker."

"It wasn't a put-down, Peej." His hands slid from her rear to her hips. "It was merely an observation. You look great."

"Oh. Well. Thank you." Unwrapping her legs from around his waist and loosening her choke hold on his neck, she allowed him to set her back on her feet just inside the door. Curling her bare toes into the worn motel carpet, she tipped her head back to look up at him. "Want to come in?"

"Absolutely." He stepped over the threshold.

Her native caution belatedly kicked in as she backed deeper into the room. "What on earth are you doing here? This isn't exactly your type of accommodations."

"I wouldn't have thought it was yours, either, these days."

His eyes were the same gray-green she remembered, but no longer did the fear and worry she'd once seen reflected in them exist. Instead a watchfulness lingered in their mossy depths, a cool reserve that she had a difficult time reconciling with the boy she'd known. And she was beginning to get a bad feeling in her stomach. "What brings you to the Wind Blew Inn, Jared? How did you find me?" She inhaled sharply as sudden suspicion hit her like a bomb out of the blue. "Oh, jeez, tell me you're not a reporter!"

"For Christ sake, Peej." His dark eyebrows slammed together over his nose. "That would be the last occupation I'd choose!"

She'd forgotten for a moment about his own persecution by the press back in the days when he'd been the number-one suspect in his father's murder. "Of course it is. I'm sorry, J," she said, the old nickname slipping out easily beneath the press of old memories of a time when he'd been the one person in the world who made her feel safe. "I forgot all about your dad." But her desire to make peace only went so far and she narrowed her eyes at him. "So why are you here?"

Straightening to his full height, he met her suspicious gaze head-on. "Wild Wind Records hired me to see that you get to all your shows while you're on tour."

"They did what?" She couldn't possibly have heard that correctly.

He merely looked at her, however, and her stomach went hollow. She hadn't felt this stunned since the time one of her mother's boyfriends had backhanded her for sassing him. "My label hired a watchdog?"

"If you care to look at it that way."

Anger started low and slow but escalated faster than smoldering embers sprayed with kerosene. She straightened to her full if less than impressive height. "No one gets to accuse me of being irresponsible. I've been taking care of business as long as I can remember!"

He shrugged. "I'm merely telling you what I was hired to do."

"Well, bully for you." She strode back to the flimsy door, yanked it open and gave her one-time true friend a pointed stare. "It's been a long time, Jared, and it was good to see you again. Don't let the door hit you in the butt on your way out." She hated that her breathing had grown so ragged she was nearly panting, and, inhaling and exhaling a deep breath, she got herself back under control.

"I've been getting myself to gigs since I was eighteen years old," she continued quietly. "I'm damned if I plan to blow my career now by failing to show up for the biggest concerts of my life." It was probably unfair to hold Jared responsible for the mess she was in, but learning her label felt compelled to hire someone to ensure she showed up for her own tour was a huge slap in the face. Not to mention he was handy and she was disappointed that he'd turned out to be nothing like the boy who'd filled so many of her daydreams over the years.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 19, 2007

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    Susan Andersen's Coming Undone will touch your heart. Jared Hamilton of Semper Fi Investigations has received a blast from his past. His next assignment is to find and then make sure country star Priscilla Morgan fulfills her current tour. PJ played an important part of his life fifteen years ago and then they lost touch. Jared is convinced that he can handle this job without old feelings getting in the way. PJ Morgan has finally wised up and fired her no good momma as her manager. She needed some R & R before the tour started up so she took off on a little road trip. Imagine her two-fold shock that her label hired a baby sitter for her and that the sitter is her old friend Jared. PJ leads Jared in the dust and he is not happy to be ditched. After seeing that she doesn't need a watchdog he is prepared to leave. But when it looks like she has gotten a stalker he knows he can't leave her. PJ and Jared rekindle their old friendship but now as adults its gone onto a whole new level of awareness. Can these two-scarred souls let go of their pasts? I can't begin to describe how much I loved this book. The wait for PJ and Jared's story had haunted me since they were first mentioned as teenagers in Hot & Bothered. Coming Undone is an absolute treasure. PJ and Jared's past plays a deep part of who they are today. Their chemistry sizzles on every page. I really enjoyed seeing old friends and family from previous books make their appearance. This is one book you must read this year.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    When Priscilla Jayne Morgan was thirteen her mother tossed out of her home forcing the frightened teen to live on Denver¿s mean streets. However, the child survived and fifteen years later Pricilla Jayne became a musical star. She even let her mother become her manager. When her mom abused her trust and money, she finally fired her.-------------------- Her mom worked the media to make it seem like Priscilla Jayne was an ingrate ironically tossing her loving kind mom on to the streets after she did so much for her. Even her record label believes Priscilla Jayne is an untrustworthy maniac who will skip out of the upcoming concerts, as that is the image mom painted of her. The Semper Fi Investigations is hired to keep an eye on her agent Jared Hamilton is sent to insure Priscilla Jayne shows up when she is supposed too over the next six weeks. They know each other from their teen nights on the Denver streets when she as a thirteen year old girl mentored him as a newcomer seventeen year old at a time he was accused of killing his father (see HOT AND BOTHERED). When they meet for the first time in several years, each knows they want the other.------------------ The sequel to HOT AND BOTHERED is a fabulous contemporary romance starring two adults who met as teens living on the streets thus the story line is a sort of second chance at love. Jared and PJ are superb lead characters and their relationship as passionate and heated as the fall in love. Although mom is over the top with not one redeeming quality, COMING UNDONE is an enjoyable character driven tale that will elate fans of Susan Anderson, who will recognize the prime pair.-------------- Harriet Klausner

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