Rock Me All Night Read Free

cause him to crash and burn than discover real love.
    Lauren was Jack’s fantasy woman—but he’d had his share of sex trophies over the years. Lauren was curvy and stacked, but her smile was sweet and her eyes gleamed with both humor and intelligence. And that was what really drew him. She had an unconscious grace when she moved that said she was at ease in her body.
    Though he’d been on his way out of the building, he went back down the hall. Ty was coming off the executive elevator as Jack approached. With him were a man with thinning hair and about twenty extra pounds and a tall, thin woman with white-blond hair and an inner radiance.
    â€œHey, big bro, come and meet the team that’s going to save us in the ratings.” Ty was only an inch shorter than Jack’s own six-foot frame. Unlike Jack’s dark coloring, which came from their father, Ty had sandy blond hair and resembled their mother.
    â€œJack Montrose, meet Ray King and his producer, Didi Sera.”
    â€œIt’s a pleasure,” Jack said, shaking their hands. “Where are you two from?”
    â€œNew Orleans.”
    â€œOrlando.”
    They both spoke at the same time.
    â€œWhich is it?” Jack asked. The Orlando market was much more prestigious than New Orleans.
    â€œBoth actually,” Ray said with a shrug of his shoulders. “First Orlando, then more recently the Big Easy.”
    â€œAre you a DJ, Jack?” Didi asked.
    â€œNo. I own a record label and dabble in other business interests.” He’d always preferred living out of the public spotlight. He’d grown up surrounded by his father’s notoriety and that had been enough to convince Jack that the quiet life was for him.
    â€œSpeed Demon Records is one of the more successful indies,” Ty said. Ty had always looked up to Jack. And Jack had felt the burden of being both older brother and father figure to Ty, because their own father had been too busy proving he hadn’t lost his manhood when he’d lost the ability to walk.
    â€œSingle?” Ray asked.
    Ty glanced at Ray but didn’t say anything.
    â€œYes.”
    â€œDid you speak to Lauren?”
    â€œYes,” Jack said.
    â€œSo are you going to do it?”
    â€œDo what?”
    â€œNothing,” Ray said, when Didi nudged him.
    Jack looked at Ty. “I need to speak to you privately for a moment.”
    Ty nodded and turned to Ray and Didi. “I’ll be up in a minute and we can finish going over the details.”
    Didi and Ray left the hall. Jack waited until the door closed behind them before he turned to his brother. “I want to know more about Lauren Belchoir.”
    â€œWhy? You said you’d heard enough about her.”
    Jack wished they were twelve and nine again so he could get Ty into a headlock and force the answers he wanted out of his brother without having to answer a bunch of questions. But those days were gone, and Jack firmly reminded himself that mature men didn’t have to beat up their younger brothers to get answers. “I ran into her.”
    Ty rubbed his chin. Jack knew he should never have brought up the subject. But the summer scent of her hair lingered with each breath he took and the remembered feel of her hand in his still made his palm tingle.
    â€œShe’s a good worker, never late, hardly ever calls in sick. She bakes cookies for holidays and will work overtime without complaining.” An unholy mirth shone from Ty’s eyes.
    â€œI’m not thinking about hiring her. Tell me some personal stuff.”
    â€œI thought you were dating some blonde. Besides, I have work to do.”
    â€œTy…”
    â€œOkay, but she’s out of your league. She comes from a real traditional family—not like the how-many-marriages-can-I-have one like ours. Her mom is Evelina Belchoir. She has a syndicated television talk show for couples.”
    He’d heard of her mom. Which said a