Rockstar Romance Boxed Set (12 Book Bundle New Adult BBW)

by Emme Rollins

  "Well, if I didn’t hate them so much maybe I wouldn’t have a son. Not that I’m complaining, of course.”

  I suddenly thought again of Julia and how she looked nothing like Luke. It hadn’t bothered me sufficiently to bring it up - at least not between getting stripped and drugged by Jake and subsequently having sex with Rick. Things had been kind of hectic in the last 24 hours, to say the least.

  “I’m going to take a shower,” Rick smiled, kissing me on the shoulder. “You need to dry that gorgeous red hair of yours. I’m taking you out for lunch before we leave LA.”

  “Ooh, where?”

  “Thai? There’s a great place called Palm’s down on Hollywood Boulevard. I know the owner. He’ll get us in and out discreetly.”

  I wondered if that would provide the opportunity for me to bring up Julia. “Sounds great,” I replied, kissing him softly.

  I laid back on the bed and wondered if I was just being crazy. Maybe Luke was just one of those kids that looked nothing like his mother. Or maybe...Julia simply wasn’t his mother. As the water started to flow, Rick began singing in the shower.

  “No time for crying...A part of me dies each time you leave...Crazy for trying...Maybe I’m just too blind to see...”

  I hadn’t heard that song before. “Is that new?”

  “What?”

  “That song,” I shouted. “Is it a new one?”

  “Oh, yeah. I was writing it while you were asleep last night. It’s about you, sort of.”

  I smiled to myself. Was I his muse now? “It’s good. I like it.”

  “What?”

  “I said I liked it!”

  “Oh, good,” he spluttered. “It’s a work in progress.”

  A phone started ringing and I ran around the room trying to find it, rubbing at my hair with a towel. The ringtone came from the pocket of Rick’s jeans and I pulled it out to see Julia’s name flashing on the display.

  “Hello? Julia?”

  Screaming.

  Guttural, frantic, unexpurgated screaming jolted me out of my relaxed state and caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up.

  “J-Julia...?”

  “He’s GONE,” she screamed, sobbing uncontrollably. “Luke’s gone! He’s been TAKEN! They’ve taken him! They’ve taken my baby!”

  The journey to Julia and Michael’s house was a blur, speeding through early morning traffic and up again through the Hollywood hills with hair still wet and barely a word uttered. We ran into the house, police cars everywhere, to find Julia sobbing uncontrollably in Michael’s arms.

  “Are you Mr Borrell?”

  A tall, stocky man in his mid-forties adjusted his tie and held out his hand for Rick to shake.

  “Yes...and this is Amy Reid, my girlfriend.”

  “Pleased to meet you both.” His tone was quiet, almost grave. “I’m Detective Martin Farrell with Missing Persons. Do you know anywhere where your son may have run off unexpectedly?”

  “No, not at all...”

  “Sir, Luke went missing at around 7:30am. He was in the kitchen of the property. Mrs Forster went briefly into the living room to switch on the television, came back and he was gone. The back door was open, though apparently not forced.”

  “Was someone watching the house?” I asked.

  “It seems that way, Miss. This has all the hallmarks of a pre-planned abduction.”

  We were jolted suddenly as Rick’s phone began ringing. He lifted it up for us to see.

  NUMBER WITHHELD

  “Are you expecting a call from anyone, sir?”

  Rick shook his head.

  The detective beckoned for other officers to gather around. “Put it on speaker.”

  Rick took the call, his hand shaking slightly. “Hello?”

  “Mr Borrell, I assume you’re surrounded by members of LAPD’s finest, so I will be understandably brief.” The voice was disguised, clearly passed through a computerised filter that made it seem more robotic and low-pitched than it should have been. “We have your son. He is safe and well and we won’t harm him provided you do exactly as we say. Understand?”

  “You fucking sons of bitches. He’s just a kid. Let him go!”

  “Drop the heroics, Mr Borrell. I repeat, do you understand?”

  Rick looked at me, his face contorted in anger. “Yes.”

  “Good. You will receive another call in the next hour. Follow our instructions to the letter if you ever want to see your son alive again.”

  The phone went dead and we looked at each other, our eyes wide with fear and horror, as the sound of Julia’s screams pierced the room.

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  Afterword

  Thank you for buying this ebook!

  Rick and Amy's story continues in:

  MORE THAN A FEELING

  Curves for the Rock Star 3

  …and concludes in:

  DANCING IN THE DARK

  Curves for the Rock Star 4

  Clare Cole lives in the UK with her husband and fiercely independent two-year-old. When she's not dreaming about sexy alpha male bad boys, she's writing erotica about them - and the women who love them. Clare also paints and plays guitar badly. Maybe sticking to writing erotic romance is for the best, after all. You can visit her blog at www.clarecole.com to keep informed about new releases.

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  THE ROCKSTAR AND THE GIRL FROM

  THE COFFEE SHOP

  By Terry Towers

  Chapter 1

  "I can't believe I'm going to say this, but its way to slow tonight." Hanna opened up the drive-thru window of the coffee shop and poked her head out. The warmth of the summer air caressed her face, giving her a break from the overwhelming smell of coffee and donuts.

  "How much do we have in the tip jar?" Hanna's co-worker for the overnight shift and closest friend Jackie asked, coming around the counter and into the drive-thru section of the coffee shop.

  Pulling her head in from the window, Hanna grabbed the coffee cup beside the register and emptied the contents onto the counter. She quickly thumbed through the change and frowned. "Ten bucks to split."

  Jackie didn’t seem thrilled, the look of disappointment lurked on her face. "Shit! I need gas money. We usually have at least thirty by now," she whined.

  Hanna's frowned deepened. She wished she was in a position to tell Jackie she could have her share, but sadly, Hanna's financial situation was equally as dire. She was thankful they were allowed to eat what they wanted while working, because her kitchen cupboards were bare with the exception of some cup-o-soups, her refrigerator was stocked with only water and her bank account was currently at a negative balance. The worst part of it all was, payday was still three days away.

  Jackie grabbed a cup and poured herself some coffee, adding an obscene amount of sugar. "You know Hanna babe... We really need to find ourselves a couple of rich men."

  Hanna laughed at the idea, then grabbed a chocolate glazed donut from the rack and took a bite. "And where are we going to find one of those?"

  "Hey, Jessie got together with Senator Morrow," Jackie reminded her with a hint of envy in her tone.

  "Hmmm. I suppose." Being one of the newest girls working at the coffee shop, Hanna had never met Jessie, but the girls talked of her from time to time - mostly with envious tones.

  "And I heard that one of the girls at the Portland coffee shop met a billionaire!"

  Hanna rolled her eyes. "Shit, that doesn't happen to girls like us Jackie. One in a million, and I think Jessie was this coffee shop's one in a million when she met Senator Morrow."

  Jackie huffed. "Kill a girls dreams why don't ya. I-" She froze as her dark eyes widened. "Hey, look at that!"

  "What?"
Leaving her station at the drive-thru window, Hanna walked over to the front counter and peered out of the front pane glass window. Her eyes immediately caught what Jackie was seeing. Turning into the parking lot was a white stretch SUV.

  Jackie nudged Hanna in the ribs with her elbow and grinned. "Hey, maybe those are our knights in shining armour, right there."

  "Pfft. More like a group of high school students on their way somewhere after prom. It is prom season you know."

  The stretch SUV slowly drove past the front window towards the drive-thru.

  "He's not going to try and go through the drive-thru?" Hanna's brow furrowed as she raced around the front counter to watch the limo turn the corner of the building towards the speaker. "He's going to get stuck. There's no way that'll fit."

  Jackie joined Hanna at the front window. "You sure?"

  "Positive."

  "Should we go out and stop them?" Just as the words left Jackie's mouth a nasty grinding sound echoed throughout the still, silent night.

  "Awwwww, shit." Hanna fought to keep from snickering, but failed. Looking over at Jackie, Hanna's snickering turned to laughter at the look of amusement mixed with astonishment that was present on her face.

  "Who in the hell is stupid enough to try to drive that long-assed limo through those tight corners of the drive-thru?"

  "Apparently, them."

  Jackie joined in Hanna's laughter.

  Their laughter subsided at the sound of car doors opening and heated chatter.

  "Shit, get behind the counter!" Hanna's spun around and rushed across the dining room of the coffee shop to take her place behind the counter, with Jackie following in her hastened steps. "Whatever you do, don't laugh! Pretend we have no idea what's going on."

  "Shhhh. They're coming!"

  "Why in the name of God did you hire someone so incompetent!" a male voice growled seconds before the owner of the voice appeared at the front entrance, followed by a number of other people.

  "Holy shit, is that-" Jackie whispered.

  Hanna nodded, too shocked to respond verbally. The man entering the coffee shop was none other than rock sensation, Bo Savage. His eyes were downcast as he listened to the person on the other end of the phone, and strolled across the dining room towards the front counter.

  "Yeah, well. I'm tired and stranded at a coffee shop in the middle of butt fuck nowhere, because that idiot driving the car apparently doesn't know how to drive." He stopped suddenly halfway between the door and front counter, his entourage nearly bumping into him.

  "Fine." He growled with even more hostility, pressed the END button on his phone and stuffed it into the front pocket of his jeans.

  Bo turned back to the group of five following him and motioned towards the dining room tables. "Go sit down. They're sending a car for us. I'll grab some coffee."

  "Fuck," he grumbled under his breath as he made it the rest of the way to the counter and looked up, eyeing the overhead menu.

  As Bo studied the menu, Hanna studied him. She'd never been this close to a celebrity before. In all honesty, Hanna never really followed his work; however she was still star struck. His dark hair was just a little too long, giving him a bad boy look. She guessed he was perhaps an inch shy of six foot, his body lean, but muscle defined under his tight fitting white t-shirt.

  After carefully scrutinizing the menu for a few minutes, Bo dropped his smoky grey eyes to meet hers and flashed a smile at her that made her weak in the knees. Should she pretend she didn't know who he was? Should she ask for an autograph? She chewed at her lower lip, keeping her eyes locked to his as she considered.

  "Oh-my-God! You're Bo Savage!" Jackie squealed beside her, like a love struck teenager, making Hanna wince from her high-pitched tone.

  Well, that problem just got solved, Hanna mused.

  Bo glanced over at Jackie who was standing at her side. "That would be me." He turned his attention back to Hanna. "I apologize, but my driver appears to have gotten the car stuck in the drive-thru. I hope it won't be an issue until we get the car dislodged."

  "I... Ummm... I..." Ahhh shit! she groaned inwardly.

  Get it together Ambrose, you sound like a babbling idiot. He's a person, just like you, a voice in the back of her mind chided. Yeah, a person who has millions of fans and is sexy as sin, she argued back.

  "No worries, Bo. It's not busy at all tonight." Jackie chimed in, making Hanna feel even more foolish for being tongue tied.

  "I wish we could have attended your concert tonight, but we were stuck working." Jackie flashed him her best pouty look.

  Hanna glanced over at Jackie and raised a curious brow. It was news to her.

  "Awwww. That's unfortunate." He gave her a sympathetic smile, but his eyes said he seriously doubted there was truth in Jackie's statement.

  "Yeah." Her lower lip became even more pouty as she nodded her agreement on how unfortunate it was.

  Hanna had to fight from rolling her eyes at the show Jackie was putting on.

  "So, what can I help you with?" Hanna cut in, finally finding her voice and courage.

  "Well, you can start with six large coffee... And how are the biscuits?"

  "Hard and about to be thrown out," Hanna admitted.

  He chuckled and leaned over the counter, bracing himself on his elbows. "Well... Then what do you have that would be good this time of night?"

  Hanna clucked her tongue off the roof of her mouth and remembered the bagels that were less than a minute from being ready to be pulled from the oven. "What about a bagel?"

  "Hmmmm." His eyes twinkled with amusement as he pretended to consider. "Alright." His eyes darted back to Jackie's chest, to her nametag. "If Jackie here would be kind enough to prepare the coffees, could you-" His eyes lowered to Hanna’s chest and she felt a heat rush down her spine to ignite the throbbing between her legs."-Hanna, take care of my bagels."

  He turned towards the group sitting at a table in the dining room. "Hey, Jeremy."

  A man slightly younger than Bo, bearing a striking resemblance to him, stopped talking to the woman beside him and turned to face Bo. "Yeah."

  He nodded towards Jackie. "Come on over here and tell Jackie what we want in our coffee so I can order the bagels."

  Jeremy hesitated, glanced over at the girl next to him, and then nodded. "Yeah, sure." Getting up, he made his way over to the front counter.

  A ding from the oven signalled the bagels were finished. "There we go. Just give me a minute to get them."

  Hanna was painfully aware of Bo's eyes on her as she turned her back to him and made her way to the oven. She put an extra sway to her hips, for his benefit. The uniforms were a hideous shade of brown and uglier than sin, but the pants to the uniform had one small perk to them, they made virtually any girl's ass look amazing.

  Like you'd ever have a shot with him, the voice in her head chimed in.

  Grabbing an oven mitt, she turned off the oven, stepped back and pulled the door open. A gust of heat emerged from the oven, along with the delicious aroma of freshly baked bagels. Grabbing a pan of plain, she closed the oven door and brought the heavy pan of two dozen bagels over to the food preparation station.

  Bo was already at the station, leaning over the glass showcase, his arms crossed over it and chin sitting atop his crossed arms.

  "What kind of cream cheese?" Hanna asked as she proceeded to slice the bagels in half, trying to ignore the feelings of excitement rushing through her as he watched her every movement.

  "Put herb and garlic on all of them."

  Hanna nodded, uncovering the herb and garlic cream cheese. Grabbing a spreader she scooped up a glob of cream cheese and was embarrassed to see her hand was shaking ever-so-slightly. She prayed he wouldn't notice.

  "So tell me."

  Hanna lifted her eyes to meet his and waited.

  He motioned for her to come closer. She hesitated a bit before slowing doing what he had requested, her face barely more than a foot from his. The smell of his aftersha
ve drifted to her nose, deep and woodsy, urging her to get closer. She denied her impulse to close the distance between them.

  "What?" Her nervousness increased.

  "Were you really planning on going to the concert tonight?"

  She could feel her face grow warm as she lowered her gaze. She was easily the worst liar she knew. Tonight was no exception.

  "Nah. Didn't think so."

  "No... No. No." She shook her head and raised her eyes to his. "I like your music. I mean, it's good. It's..." She groaned silently, as she wished for the floor to open up and swallow her whole. She focused on preparing the bagels, terrified that if she opened her mouth to say anything else she would further embarrass herself.

  "So if you had tickets, would you give me a shot?"

  Hanna finished spreading the cream cheese on the final bagel and looked up, her questioning gaze meeting his piercing eyes. "Well, yes. I suppose, yeah."

  Bo grinned, the amusement back in his eyes. "Not sure if I should take that response as an insult or not, but how about I give you and Jackie tickets to my next concert."

  "You're doing a second night here?"

  "Nah. We're heading to New York, Madison Square Gardens."

  "I appreciate the offer Bo, but New York might as well be on the other side of the world. I have no way to get there if I wanted to. My car is..."

  "Whoa, hold on there." He held a hand up silencing her. "Travel and expenses, hotel and such are all on me."

  Hanna dropped the spreader and her jaw momentarily fell open. "Why?"

  Bo tilted his head to the side and eyed her. "What do you mean?"

  "Why would you pay for a stranger's trip to New York just so they can go to your show? It makes no sense."

  He spread his hands out at his sides. "Call me eccentric or perhaps egotistical because it kills me that you have no desire to see my show."

  "Oh-my-God, I never said I didn't!"

  "Then take me up on my offer."

  "I can't."