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One Way or Another
One Way or Another
One Way or Another
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One Way or Another

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Behind the music…

Being best friends with a mega-star has its perks and Nicole Wilde, music journalist, laps them up. But when said friend, Dylan King, gorgeous lead singer of The Burnouts, has zero sense of self-preservation once a drop of alcohol hits his blood stream and an inability to keep ‘little Dylan’ in his pants, it also comes with responsibilities.

Now, Nicole has to track down Dylan in time to play a charity gig tomorrow. Half a dozen groupies, a haunted hotel, a tattoo parlour, a reality show runner-up and a crazy bed-hopping, sleepless night later – will she find him before the tour bus leaves town? And when she does, is it time to head home? Or to jump on the tour bus and go along for the ride?

One Way or Another is the fun and fabulous prequel to Portia MacIntosh’s If We Ever Meet Again.

Praise for Portia MacIntosh

'I don’t usually get girl crushes but I totally wannabe Nicole or at least her BFF. Music, festivals all the elements the crazy rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle topped off with a cutting edge humour.' – Book Angel Booktopia

'One Way or Another is such a fun, exciting and genuinely funny read. This is such a brilliant taster of what is to come from Portia, I am so excited to see what Dylan gets up to next.' – Victoria Loves Books

'A sweet novella about one woman, one rockstar and a whole heap of trouble!' – She Loves To Read

This book was previously published as Between a Rockstar and a Hard Place.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateFeb 20, 2014
ISBN9781472090973
One Way or Another
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Portia MacIntosh

Portia MacIntosh is the bestselling author of over 20 romantic comedy novels. From disastrous dates to destination weddings, Portia’s romcoms are the perfect way to escape from day to day life, visiting sunny beaches in the summer and snowy villages at Christmas time. Whether it’s southern Italy or the Yorkshire coast, Portia’s stories are the holiday you’re craving, conveniently packed in between the pages. Formerly a journalist, Portia has left the city, swapping the music biz for the moors, to live the (not so) quiet life with her husband and her dog in Yorkshire.

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    Nicole Wilde, a music journalist and Dylan King are best friends, but Dylan is a wild one, popular rock star and also popular with the ladies. The problem is Dylan needs a mom more than a friend and this is the role that Nicole finds herself. After a concert with his band, The Burnouts, Dylan disappears and his manger seems to expect Nicole to find him. This leads Nicole to many strange locations around town to find Dylan and bring him back before the tour bus leaves without him! The relationship between Nicole and Dylan was sometimes frustrating, but funny at the same time. Dylan seemed unable to make any decision where Nicole did not at some point have to come and save him from himself. Short, light read with lots of laughs. :)

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One Way or Another - Portia MacIntosh

Chapter One: Out of the frying pan, into the crowd

They say when you can’t find something, the first thing you should do is look for it in the last place you remember seeing it. Well, the last time I saw the thing I have misplaced, he was up on stage performing some of his greatest hits in front of 50,000 screaming fans. I am, of course, talking about super-famous rockstar Dylan King – best known for being the lead singer in The Burnouts, less known for being my best friend.

We first met when I was just starting out as a music journalist and he made it his mission to sleep with me. He pulled out all the stops to impress me, but the harder he tried, the harder I resisted and I’m so glad that I did because I’d rather have him as a friend than a famous notch on my bedpost. There are downsides to being his best friend, though. Dylan is what you’d call a liability, and despite his fame and his ability to sell records, his record label knows that he can be unpredictable and they’re constantly telling him to watch his behaviour – this is like telling a bull to ignore the colour red because Dylan only views their warnings as a challenge to see just how far he can push them, and one day he will push them too far. That’s where I come in. I’m a Dylan wrangler. I’m the only one who is always there in the background, regulating his rebellious behaviour and making sure he doesn’t take things too far. I’m the one who makes sure he is on time for sound checks, the one who makes sure he carries condoms and the one who always tries to make sure there is at least a little blood in his alcohol stream. The reality is that Dylan, Dill as I call him, is almost always drunk, has little respect for women and thinks that he is God. Still, I love him to bits, and I’m happy to do all the things his tour manager is paid to do. It’s not that Claire doesn’t do her job well, it’s just that Dylan doesn’t listen to her.

Speaking of Claire, I spotted her in the press tent not too long ago, so I wander over to see if she has any idea where Dylan is.

‘Hey, Claire, how’s it going?’

‘Nicole, hello. Not bad, although your boy is drunk,’ she replies.

Why is it that he’s my boy when he does something wrong? I don’t get the credit or the big pay cheques when his sell-out tours go well.

‘When isn’t he?’ I joke. ‘Have you seen him since he came off stage?’

‘Oh yes. It was immediately after he came off stage, actually. He asked me if I had heard of his band and then he tried to kiss me.’

I burst out laughing, although Claire isn’t amused. All these years she’s worked for him, and he still doesn’t recognise her when he’s smashed. Then again, when Dylan is smashed he is capable (or not capable in some cases) of anything.

‘Mikey is just doing an interview, why don’t you ask him?’ Claire suggests. ‘And when you do find Dylan, tell him I need a word.’

I decide to hang around and wait for Mikey, Dylan’s younger brother/bandmate. Mikey is probably more talented than Dylan, but Dylan has the balls needed to be a front-man. Mikey isn’t quite as tall, dark or handsome as his brother ‒ and he doesn’t misbehave quite as spectacularly ‒ so he is often overshadowed by his older sibling. Mikey is happy, so long as he is strumming his guitar and writing incredible songs for Dylan to sing.

I have been working in the music industry for a long time now – and hanging around with musicians for even longer – which is probably what makes me the most qualified when it comes to looking after Dylan, more so than his tour manager or his own brother. I was a young, impressionable teen when I made friends with my first band, and if you hang around with rockstars for long enough, their bad behaviour is bound to rub off on you, which is why I am so savvy when it comes to bands, but so crap at living in the real world and being an adult. I can tame rockstars, interview the most difficult celebrities and make my face of make-up last for several days when I disappear on tour without warning. Real life though, I’m not great at that. Despite being in my twenties, my bedroom walls are still covered with posters of bands, my cooker is nothing but extra storage space for my clothes and relationships with normal guys are just not something I’m interested in. I like my relationships to be fleeting and newsworthy – not that I’d ever kiss and tell. That’s another reason Dylan relies on me, because he knows I’ll keep my mouth shut about everything that happens on the road. The bottom line is that even though I’m a disorganised drama-magnet who is always running late, I am an invaluable asset to a touring band, thanks to my years of experience.

‘Yo, Mike,’ I call out as soon as he is done taking questions.

‘Hey, Nic. Did you enjoy the show?’

‘I did,’ I tell him – and I mean it. I watched it from down in the photo pit, that’s the best seat

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