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

by Emme Rollins

  “Any scuba diving?” asked Ally.

  “Nope.” Roger reached for his drink. “I’ll snorkel though.”

  “When we get the yacht, we’ll do an outer island,” said Lauren. “The snorkeling’s probably better there.”

  “Sounds good.”

  I nodded. “If these are our only worries, it sure does.”

  His hand closed over mine. “Exactly.”

  When it was dark, Roger and I took a stroll down the beach, holding hands and talking. He was so easy to be with, and I never felt as if I had to force the conversation, as it flowed on its own. I realized then that paradise was mostly internal, a feeling, a state of mind. Actually being here was an added bonus. It was like the frosting on top of a very delicious cake. After Cailey had been put to bed, we sat on the porch, laughing and talking with Ally and Lauren, until exhaustion propelled us towards bedroom. Roger and I slept naked, entangled in the sheet with the sound of the ocean in the background.

  As promised, Ally and I took a trip to Philipsburg the next day to shop and have lunch at a restaurant that faced the harbor. Even in the busy, crowded town, with a cruise ship at the end of a dock, the ocean was breathtaking. I’d ordered a tall rum drink that packed an unbelievable punch, the buzz hitting me full force, propelling me to shop like a maniac. Ally was in a similar condition, and we giggled our way through one boutique after another. When we returned to the house, the sound of a guitar resonated. I found Roger on the porch strumming, while Cailey had emptied one of her boxes, spilling an assortment of Barbie’s onto the floor.

  He had a pad of paper next to him, with chords scribbled here and there with some lyrics. Ally handed me a sparkling citrus drink, while I settled next to Roger on a cushioned sofa. He winked at me, but continued to play, alternating between singing and humming, as if he were finding the right notes and lyrics.

  “Look at her,” said Cailey, who wandered over with a blonde doll dressed in a disco costume.

  “Groovy.”

  “She’s my favorite. I took the head off this one.” She gave me the damaged doll. “I didn’t mean to, but it won’t go back on.”

  “I might be able to fix it.” It took some effort, as the fit was tight, but it eventually popped into place. “There.”

  Her eyes lit up. “Oh, thanks!”

  “No problem.”

  Lauren strolled in with a coffee. “Have I heard this one before?”

  Roger shook his head, continuing to strum. The magnitude of the moment was thrilling; another dream had come true, knowing that I was present while he created a new song. Cailey played happily, and we sat and listened, the tune evolving, being tweaked and polished into something quite catchy.

  “Okay, you ready?” asked Roger. “I think I got it.”

  “It already sounds great,” I said.

  “The lyrics are mostly figured out.”

  “Bring it on, buddy!” Ally grinned. “It’s been ages since you’ve written a new one.”

  He held the guitar in his lap, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and a crooked grin. “Here goes.” He strummed, closing his eyes, while tapping a foot. “In all the years, the struggle, the fame. I ain’t never been an easy lover, didn’t want to play the game. I wanted you, but you didn’t see it that way. Tough little honey with an angel’s smile…” The tempo picked up right before the chorus. “But, Jesus, baby, I just might fall for you. The way the sunshine lights your eyes, your face. The promise of us, of what’s to come, this is too new, too bold: I can’t let you go.”

  Lauren stared at him with her mouth open, while Ally focused on her phone.

  “I searched for you, through the darkened nights. I ain’t never laid it bare, didn’t want to put it out there. I asked for you, but you said no, tough little honey with an angel’s smile. But, Jesus, baby, I just might fall for you. The way the sunshine lights your eyes, your face. The promise of us, of what’s to come, this is too new, too bold: I can’t let you go.” There were a few more chords, and then he finished with one last, long strum.

  “Damn, Roger,” said Ally. “I recorded that.”

  “Was this something you and Terrell were working on?” asked Lauren.

  “Nope. Just popped into my head.”

  “It’s beautiful,” I said.

  He smiled. “It is.”

  “You’re getting sappy in your old age, dude,” quipped Ally.

  “I was inspired.” He’d continued to stare at me; my tummy began to buzz, as adrenaline flooded my system. “Do you like it?”

  “Yes. I want to hear it again. Please.”

  Lauren eyed us judiciously. “You wrote that for her, didn’t you?”

  His grin was huge. “Yep.”

  I nearly fell off the sofa. “You did?”

  “Yes, ma’am. Well, of course.”

  “That’s a hit,” said Ally. “Should I send it to Stuart?”

  “No, it’s mine for now. It’s private. I don’t want to share this just yet. They can cattle prod me when I get back to New York. I’ve got four more days in paradise.”

  I was horribly embarrassed, but tears were in my eyes. “Oh, Roger.” He’d written a song for me. I had inspired this bad boy of rock to pen a love ballad. Yet another dream had just come true. “What’s it called?”

  “I Just Might.”

  “You just might what?”

  “Fall in love with you.”

  Lyrics by Roger Vigor

  Kill Me, Bitch

  You kill me, bitch

  You said we’d be together

  Lying, thieving, bitch

  We had a moment; sparks seemed to fly

  But he caught your eye

  Now kill me, bitch

  Kill, kill, kill me, bitch

  When I see your face, I remember

  The way you were in my eyes

  Until you let him in

  Lying, thieving, bitch

  You took my heart in your hands

  Now kill me, bitch

  Kill, kill, kill, me, bitch

  When you wake up alone

  Don’t call me, don’t text

  I’ve got no love for you

  Lying, thieving, bitch

  He’s got your heart in his hands

  Now kill me, bitch

  Kill, kill, kill, me bitch

  Dark Road

  On that lonely road, I knew you cared

  I’d follow

  You never wanted to be alone

  I held you while you cried

  On that lonely road, only you knew why

  But now you’re gone

  It’s a dark road baby, cause we all lied

  I promised to hold you, until the end

  But the fevers gone now, yeah, it died

  It’s the lonely road

  Lonely road

  On that stretch of highway

  I’d follow

  You were the one, I saw you there, naked, bare

  I held on, but you let go

  On that lonely road, only you knew why

  But now you’re gone

  It’s a dark road baby, cause we all lied

  I promised to hold you, until the end

  But the fever’s gone now, yeah, it died

  It’s the lonely road

  Lonely road

  I Just Might

  In all the years, the struggle, the fame

  I ain’t never been an easy lover, didn’t want to play the game

  I wanted you, but you didn’t see it that way

  Tough little honey with an angel’s smile

  But, Jesus, baby, I just might fall for you

  The way the sunshine lights your eyes, your face

  The promise of us, of what’s to come

  This is too new, too bold; I can’t let you go

  I searched for you, through darkened nights

  I ain’t never laid it bare, didn’t want to put it out there

  I asked for you, but you said no

  Tough little honey
with an angel’s smile

  But, Jesus, baby, I just might fall for you

  The way the sunshine lights your eyes, your face

  The promise of us, of what’s to come

  This is too new, too bold; I can’t let you go

  About The Author

  Virginia Wade is the bestselling author of erotica and erotic romance. Known for her Monster Sex series, the Cum For Bigfoot saga, she has penned tales in a variety of subjects, such as a modern, naughty retelling of Jane Austen's most popular novels and a series on lusty Vikings, in Cum For The Viking, parts 1-6. She has explored sex in outer space with Bred by the Alien and taken readers on a journey to ancient Rome in Conquest of the Gladiator.

  A mother of two, and a wife, she realized a lifelong dream of writing and publishing after her oldest child graduated from high school. Earlier forays into self-publishing yielded few sales, but the experience and knowledge gained were immeasurable. Once she dipped her toes in erotica, with the publication of Seducing Jennifer, which has now been titled, Jennifer's Anal Seduction, the possibility of success presented itself, as the story found a home in the Erotica Top 100. Her second story, Stacy and the Boys, also rocketed up the charts, reinforcing the idea that writing in this genre was not only fun, but also profitable.

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  ROCK HARD

  By Adriana Hunter

  Kate couldn’t believe that she was about to see Gage Stevens again.

  After almost five years, she would finally come face to face with the man who had once been ready to give her the world. His world. Only this time, he was a mega-successful rock star and she was some down-and-all-but-out columnist working for a New York entertainment magazine.

  Kate Preston had been the stereotypical good girl. She had great aspirations for college and beyond, dreams of becoming a world-renowned novelist. Funny how she had fallen for the hip and cool rocker Gage Stevens without so much as a second thought.

  They’d met soon after she’d graduated. She’d been hanging with her friends at a local club where Gage and his band had been playing. Gage was the gorgeous lead vocalist who’d caught sight of Kate in the dancing crowd. After his performance, he’d sought her out and asked for a date.

  Back then he’d just been one of those indie band types who performed at a few local shows and bars every so often. He’d been charming and without question, he was the most handsome man Kate had ever met. He pursued her with a relentless zeal that had her succumbing in the end despite the fact that she’d never have imagined them being remotely compatible.

  Kate had never really met anyone quite like Gage. He swept into her world and turned it completely upside down. Well, swept was an understatement. He had crashed into her life like a destructive wave determined to crush even the smallest rock on the shore, consumed her very being, and before too long, he was all she could think about.

  The thing about Gage is that he was a true dreamer. He believed that nothing was as important or worth worrying about except your dreams. He was also very romantic; he surprised Kate constantly with unexpected dates and thoughtful, heart-warming gifts. It had been so easy to fall for him. Especially when he was also such a thoughtful, generous and passionate lover. The nights she’d known in Gage’s arms had been impossible to recreate with anyone else – not that she’d dated that many after Gage in the past five years.

  The truth was that no man had ever come close to Gage since she’d left him all those years ago. For the last five years, Kate had regretted breaking up with him – more so than ever in the last few months, though she wasn’t quite sure why.

  At the time of their breakup she’d thought she was being realistic when she’d told him that his dreams of being a rock star would get him nowhere and that he needed to get a ‘real’ job. She hadn’t thought twice about the words that slipped from her lips and only when she saw the hurt that had flashed across his face, did she realize just how cold she sounded. But it was too late to take the words back and they went their separate ways

  Sucking in a deep breath she couldn’t help but laugh about just how things had changed. Gage was now a world famous rocker, while her career in journalism was failing, with far too much competition in the marketplace. She didn’t need a soothsayer to tell her just how wrong she’d been.

  And now for the first time, Kate was attending one of his concerts. And even more shocking, she was going to come face-to-face with Gage Stevens in a backstage interview after the show.

  Sold out, Gage performed that night to hysterically screaming fans. His stagecraft had been breath taking, his voice and music so powerful live as it was in studio recorded music. He moved so naturally, thrilling the watching crowd to a fever pitch. It was so easy getting caught up in the moment. The atmosphere in the arena was incredible and Kate could understand now why Gage was the rock star that he was. Even though she’d known him years ago when he’d just been a struggling rock act, she couldn’t help feeling star-struck. On the stage, above that crowd, he came alive like no other performer she’d ever seen.

  Song after song seemed to send the crowd into more of a rock ‘n’ roll-induced fever. The roaring crowd knew every line of every song as they sang along. Songs of passion, desire, rebellion and heartbreak. Kate couldn’t deny, even to herself, that she loved his music. What was there not to love?

  The grinding beat and the thrash of the guitars, the frenzied drums and then of course, Gage singing in that deep, raspy voice that stirred the blood and left her heart exploding in her chest.

  Everything was pulsing in perfect harmony, kaleidoscopes of light bursting around from the screens around the stage. Such powerfully charged choreography and showmanship would impress anyone, even someone like Kate who went into the concert believing it would be nothing more than seeing an old friend. Now Kate understood what it really took to be a mega-star. It didn’t look so easy from where she stood in the crowd. Gage Stevens more than earned his rock God status and after four hours of high-powered performing, the live show was over.

  Being literally forced to attend one of his concerts and then meet him backstage for an exclusive interview had been something Kate had been dreading for weeks. She’d done all she could to get out of the assignment, but her editor had insisted, especially when it was known that Kate used to date Gage Stevens so many years ago.

  That had been Kate’s screw-up. She had mentioned it casually to a co-worker who obviously hadn’t been able to keep the tidbit to herself. So when the chance came up to interview him for their magazine, her employers had easily chosen her. She was, after all, their direct connection to him. Only Kate didn’t feel that she had any real power when it came to securing special favors from Gage. In fact, she was surprised when the magazine heard back from his management team that he had agreed to the interview.

  In all the past few years or so that Gage’s career had skyrocketed, Kate had not attended any of his concerts…not once. And now that it had been part of the assignment to do so, she was glad she had done it, although the next part of the assignment terrified her and she had to force herself to calm down for fear that she might hyperventilate.

  Talking quietly to herself, she muttered about how this interview would be over quickly, that Gage wouldn’t hold resentment towards her or that it would not be at all awkward. All she had left to do was meet up with him for the interview; get it done as soon as possible and then escape back to her ordinary life. If she were lucky, everything would be wrapped up in an hour or less.

  And if luck were on her side at all, he wouldn’t even acknowledge any past connection to her, and she could carry out her job professionally and quickly. One could only hope.

  Now heading backstage armed with her pass, Kate squeezed through the sea of eager female groupies in their scanty get-ups, all
hoping for a chance to gain access to Gage or any of his band members who’d exited the stage just half an hour ago.

  Hefty security guards had their hands full keeping away the mob of beauties. Once Kate was cleared, one of them let her through and led the way to Gage’s dressing room.

  Kate’s heart started to beat faster as the time drew near to come face to face with Gage again.

  She went through the maze of corridor after corridor following the muscle-bound security guard, her head in a whirl. For days she’d racked her brain on how she could handle this. Friendliness and humor, or professional charm and poise? They hadn’t exactly parted enemies but Kate couldn’t help having a wary feeling Gage Stevens might still hold a grudge. After all, she’d dumped him just when he was at his all-time low professionally.

  *

  The last time she’d seen him; he’d been broke and had been about to get kicked out of his place. His band hadn’t found a paying gig in weeks and yet Gage had stayed hopeful that things would get better – just later rather than sooner.

  “I can’t go on like this,” Kate had said with anguish as they’d sat in the half-filled eatery having a breakfast she was going to pay for, again. Kate had been an intern at a local newspaper and hadn’t minded having to stick the tab most of the time, but she really wanted Gage to do more for himself.

  He was so smart, confident and good natured. He could be anything he put his mind to. Instead, he held on to his musical dream with a band that couldn’t even seem to keep itself in the studio time needed to make their first album “demo”.

  “Babe, I know what you’re thinking,” Gage had replied, his curvy lips slanted in that gorgeously winning smile. “But you’ve got to have faith. If not in my music, then in me. I’m not going to fail.”

  “Maybe…maybe if you put this same enthusiasm in some other endeavors,” Kate remembered saying hesitantly as she tried not to make him feel too bad. “You told me you were studying programming in college before you dropped out to focus on your music. What if…what if you tried to complete your degree? Or get another job? At least till this music thing can get off the ground.”