FanGirl Squeal (RockStars of Romance Book 1) Read Free

accurate assessment. “He’s
a good musician. I’m interested in seeing where his career goes.”
    “You better email him,” Brandon said with a snap of his
fingers. “You need to snag that while he’s still playing hole in the wall bars
like the JukeBox. Don’t wait until he gets famous. Don’t let a good man pass
you by.”
    Maybe I will. I’m in L.A. What my father doesn’t know won’t
necessarily kill him.
     
     

Chapter 1: Blogger Extraordinaire
    “No, no, no!” I groaned with my eyes tightly shut behind my
black satin eye mask, a gift from my roommate who thinks that all women should
enjoy black satin everything. 
    The early morning sounds of cars bouncing over speed bumps,
children rushing to the bus stop, and garbage being collected by yelling and
undoubtedly dirty collectors had interrupted a rather fabulous dream that
included more sexy male strippers than my underused libido could handle. My
frustrated groan alerted my two adorable three-month-old tuxedo kittens. Phoebe
and Joey jumped off the ottoman they shared at night and began their early
morning ritual of high-pitched mewing until I lifted my satin eye mask and
squinted at the kittens.
    “You know I’m going to feed you,” I grumbled. “Do we have to
go through this every morning?”
    I swung my legs over the side of the bed and felt around the
cool hardwood floor for slippers or at least a rolled up pair of socks. With a
sigh, I tucked my iPhone into my Victoria Secret pajama pants and opened the
bedroom door, not as eager as the twins to get the day started. I am not a
morning person in any shape, form, or fashion. Still, the “kids” have to eat
and according to Dr. Oz and my mother, so do I.
    “ Breakfast is the most important meal of the day .”
    And my sister’s favorite... “ You’ll never lose those ten
pounds if you don’t change your eating habits, Savannah. Skipping breakfast
does nothing for your metabolism .”
    My eyes rolled up to the sky when my sister’s voice sprang
into my mind. Even when she’s not around, Ashley still manages to get under my
skin. Hate is such a strong word but if she wasn’t my sister, I could easily
see myself hating her. At this point, I’m in severe dislike with my twin sister.
    Our dysfunctional relationship could be my fault. I may be a
little jealous. Ashley is my parents’ favorite child. From what I know about
two-parent households, each parent secretly has a favorite kid. Normally, it’s
not the same kid. Except in the Ford household. Ashley, the overachiever,
played right into their Black American dream.
    Perfect student, never got into any trouble. Graduated from
high school with a 4.2 GPA because we were in the Honors Program. She graduated
from Spelman then Harvard Law by the age of twenty-four. Passed the bar the
very first time. Married a doctor, just had a baby, and is on track to becoming
the youngest partner at her law firm.
    WE’RE TWENTY-SEVEN YEARS OLD!
    Even though she’s the perfect child, I feel bad for my
sister. Her many accomplishments have left her with nothing to accomplish in
her thirties. Me, I’m enjoying every single bit of my twenties. I chose a
career that puts absolutely no restraints on my life. I work when I want and
have a good time doing it.
     
    Not wanting to think about Ashley or her boring life, I
shuffled into the kitchen with the kittens following close behind. 
    “Late night?” my roommate’s voice greeted me.
    “Coffee?” I mumbled.
    “In the microwave,” Troy replied and kept reading the USA
Today at the breakfast nook.
    I hit the 30-second button on the microwave and watched my Starbucks
cup spin slowly. I have to hand it to Troy; he is the best friend a girl could
have. Every morning he gets our coffee from around the corner. Every morning.
    I emptied a couple of cans of Fancy Feast into Phoebe and
Joey’s dish, grabbed my coffee, and joined Troy at the breakfast nook.
    “Looks like you’re going to be late for work,” I