Rock Star: The Song (Book 1 of a Bad Boy Romance) Read Free Page A

cozying up with a steady girl.
    A steady girl, I scoffed. It had been a while since I’d known anything steady. My life was a roller coaster of ups and downs. A chain of women from the east to the west coast. Different towns, faces of strangers and one hotel after the other.
    This place made a change.
    Mia had set me up in nice digs. At least compared to what else was available in this neck of the woods. The solitude of a cabin in the woods, that backed out onto a glassy lake with pristine waters was idyllic. She thought it would spark ideas, reignite the muse and send me into a writing frenzy. But it wasn’t that the muse was there.
    Hell, if I waited for the muse to show up, I would have never had a career in the music industry. Every songwriter knew you didn’t wait for inspiration to hit. You pummeled it over the head and stormed that blank page with or without it. Eventually it showed up.
    As I watched the old man puttering around with fishing lines, I found myself thinking of… what did she say her name was? Meghan, that’s it.
    There was no denying, she was hot. I always found it amazing how some of the most beautiful of women were hidden away in small towns. I could feel that urge again. It usually came when I was alone, with too much time on my hands. The need to blow off some steam, or create some.
    With all this silence, and pent-up frustration, I could do with the company of a good woman.

Chapter 3
    I wasn’t sure why I kept the morning incident to myself. I didn’t know him, or owe him anything. He would soon become like many who blew through our small town. A faint, distant memory, and one that would be shared among friends over one too many glasses of wine.
    However, people had a way of talking in this town. Words whispered between two friends always found their way beyond four walls. And until he was gone, I didn’t want to make waves, especially when he paid so well.
    The rest of the day blew past fast, I put out of my mind the incident in the morning and focused on the task at hand. Trying to come up with new and creative ways to win back the vast number of locals. It wasn’t like they would stay there forever. Everything new was a novelty. Soon its shiny appeal, cozy couches and overpriced coffee would become the woes of those who had jumped ship. They would no doubt come crawling back, with stories of how awful it was, and how my mother had always been a delight.
    Of course she would have welcomed them with open arms, as that’s just what she did. Others, well, she might tell them to go jump in a lake. Preferably the one that sexy pants had taken a jump in.
    My mind zipped back to him again. Something about my interaction with him, made me eager to visit him again. It wasn’t just the fact that he was drop-dead gorgeous but it was curiosity. It was niggling me. The face. I had seen it before. It was like seeing an actor in a movie and then seeing them again years later — you know you’ve seen them, but you can’t place who they are.
    Were they famous? No. We never got famous people in this town. The closest we had to fame was a local, Jillian Westborough, who had made a name for herself as a chef in the city. When she returned she opened up a little eatery down on Main Street.
    She was the talk of the town, at least until she realized that charging people thirty dollars a plate in a small town wasn’t going to cut it. Hell, people balked at paying me two bucks for a coffee. So why on earth she thought she was going to pry open stingy purses for thirty bucks was nuts. Anyway, she hadn’t had her restaurant opened more than two months, when she closed up shop, and hauled ass back to the city.
    No sooner had I had that thought, when the phone rang. Sophie was the first to pick it up. I was just wrapping up with a customer who had been chain drinking coffee for the better part of the day. We all knew he had a thing for Sophie, but couldn’t bring himself to say anything. It didn’t help that