BOOK BLITZ + GIVEAWAY of Too Many Rock Stars
Too Many Rock Stars by Candy J. Starr
(Access All Areas, #1)
Publication date: October
Genres: New Adult, Romance
I don’t date rockers. Don’t sleep with them. Don’t even swap spit. I’ve been working as a band booker at Trouble — the coolest indie rock club in town — long enough to know what a bunch of screwed up, egotistical jerks they are. Some of them might seem okay at first, but that’s just because they’ve learnt to hide it better than others.
That would be fine if Razer didn’t keep popping into my office, making himself so annoyingly attractive. And he only gets more insistent when the leather-clad Alex hits town.
While they compete for both rock glory and my affection, I get stuck in the middle, but all I really want to do is save my job and the club.
That’s the trouble with my life: too many rock stars.
"You have a car?" I asked.
"Not a car," he replied, leading me around the corner where some kind of motorbike was parked. I knew nothing about bikes, nothing at all, but that was no regular bike. It was all black and shiny and huge. Like the kind of bike Satan would ride out of Hell.
"I'm not getting on that thing."
"Don't be chicken." He handed me a helmet.
"I am a chicken. This helmet is all that would be coming between me and scrambled brains." I checked my outfit. Short skirt, bare legs, bare arms. I had far too much flesh exposed. Flesh that could be grazed, bones that could be broken.
"Just a short ride. I'll take it slow."
I screwed up my face, trying to decide if I trusted him. "You promise?"
"Pinkie promise," he said.
"It pays to be prepared," he said and flashed me the kind of smile that hit me all the way down to my knickers. A smile that caressed my body and made my hairs stand on end. A dimply smile that won my trust.
I put on the helmet.
He started up the bike and within 30 seconds, the panic set in.
"Razer, I'm going to
I'd never trust that guy again. He drove through the streets like a maniac. We were going to die. I knew it. I'd end up as road kill, so
Actually, I didn't even want to think about my body. About the way my legs were wrapped around Razer and how I had to press myself tight against him to hold on. Bikes, they were just dirty and wrong. They filled your mind with thoughts of sex and death.
We cut through traffic, narrowly missing a truck and running through a traffic light as it was about to change. My grip on
He headed out of the city, picking up speed as we hit the open road. Then he one of the roads going uphill. If I'd thought the city streets were bad, seeing
Killing was too good for him. I'd torture him first. I'd tie him in a room and make him listen to Justin Bieber on repeat. I'd feed him on my cooking. I'd get Carlie to serve him warm beer.
As I walked through the dimly lit store room, something grabbed my arm.
"Alex? What the fuck are you doing?" My heart pounded and anger rushed to the very surface of my being. He'd scared the bejesus out of me. I hated walking through that
"I was looking for you. You disappeared."
"You shouldn't be here. It's off limits."
But Alex had his arms around me, pulling me closer. My heart still pounded but it wasn't just with fear this time. His breath was warm on my neck and his body pressed against mine.
"Is this off limits too?"
I wanted to say yes and push him
He put his hand on my chest and felt the pounding of my heart.
"I really did give you a fright," he said. His voice purred with a smugness at my reaction.
As he moved his face closer to mine, I could smell it. In his hair and on his body. Subtle but pervasive, that rocker smell.
I broke away from him.
"I need to get back to work," I said. "I'm not here to play around. And I have a no rockers rule so let’s keep it all business from now on."
I walked into my office and shut the door behind me. My brain kept saying to stay away from Alex. He was
Candy J. Starr used to be a band manager until she realized that the band, she managed was so lacking in charisma that they actually sucked the charisma out of any room they played. "Screw you," she said, leaving them to wallow in obscurity - totally forgetting that they owed her big bucks for video equipment hire.
Candy has filmed and interviewed some big names in the rock business, and a lot of small ones. She's seen the dirty little secrets that go on in the back rooms of band venues. She's seen the ugly side of rock and the very pretty one.
But, of course, everything she writes is fiction.
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