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From New York Times and USA Today Bestseller, Vi Keeland, comes a steamy new standalone novel about a rockstar. Or two.Dimpled smile of a boyHard body of a manSings like an angelScrews like the devilI was stuck between a rock(star) and a hard place.At fifteen, his poster hung on my bedroom wall. At twenty-five his body hovered over mine. Every girl’s fantasy became my reality. I was dating a rockstar. Yet I was slowly falling for another man. The problem was—the two men—they shared a tour bus.Flynn Beckham was the opening act.Dylan Ryder was the headliner.What happens when the opening act begins to shine so bright, it seems to dim everything else in its wake?I’ll tell you what happens. Things get ugly.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Lucky

“Wanna fuck?”

Lovely approach.

“Does that line ever

actually work for you?”

The tactless drunk at least has the decency

to look a little embarrassed. “Not really.”

“Perhaps you should try opening with a

compliment instead. We like that much better. Go ahead, give it

another try.”

“All right.” He gulps back the rest of what

will now be the last vodka tonic he’s served tonight and slurs,

“You got a nice rack.”

I shake my head and move to the next table.

So much for trying to help the clueless ass. After taking drink

refill orders from a half dozen tables, I pause, my attention

drifting to the small stage. A gyrating woman is pouring her heart

out, butchering “Hey Jude.” The sound is akin to nails scraping

down a blackboard.

Don’t get me wrong, I love the Beatles.

Obviously. But this poor song is way too long. It needs to be

retired permanently from the karaoke catalog. The drunkards in the

front row sway their arms back and forth in the air—joining in on

the off-key, off-pitch, off-beat marathon sing-along. Somehow,

tonight it still makes me smile. I walk to the bar singing

along quietly to myself, “Na na na nananana,

nananana, hey Jude.”

“We’re getting drunk as soon as this place

empties out tonight,” Avery yells over the deafening crescendo of

the chorus

. Suddenly, the singer on stage goes

for the last na na na nananana and her voice breaks into a horrific

earsplitting screech.

“I may not be able to wait that long.” I tip

my chin in the general direction of the small stage at the other

end of the bar and shake my head.

“She’s not that bad actually.”

I make a face that conveys what I don’t say

out loud, and Avery rolls her eyes as she finishes making my drink

order.

“You know, you could always show her how

it’s done.”

I load my tray with the four drinks she’s

made and stick my middle finger up at my best friend before heading

back to the table of four middle-aged women searching for liquid

courage.

Stopping at the wall lined with framed

photos, I straighten a crooked picture of my dad and Bruce

Springsteen with their arms slung over each other’s shoulders.

They’re both sweaty messes from an impromptu hour-long jam session.

It was taken at the bar’s one-year anniversary party. Seeing Dad’s

smile brings out mine. I close my eyes briefly.

Step two, Dad.

I’m making progress.

“You ladies going to get up there and sing

tonight?” I ask, trying to be friendly as I hand off three mojitos

and a tequila sunrise. It’s the third tequila sunrise for the

redhead with the thick bun wrapped at the nape of her neck. She’s

already feeling no pain.

“I would love to,” slurs the redhead, “but I

need to have a few more drinks before I’ll have the nerve.”

I nod, never one to push people past their

limit. Redhead’s wearing a cream silk button-down blouse—buttons

fastened all the way to the top—with a navy pencil skirt and

matching blazer, a string of pearls completing her conservative

ensemble. The outfit pairs perfectly with the demure bun. But as I

start to walk away, something under the table catches my eye—and

it’s not her impeccably crossed ankles. It’s the shoes. They

definitely

don’t go with the rest of the package. Five-inch

Mary Jane stilettos, the red soles a dead giveaway that there is

more to the woman than meets the eye.

Spending six nights a week for the last

seven years here at Lucky’s has taught me a lot about people. I can

usually spot a closet Beyoncé wanna-be a mile away. I smirk to

myself, picturing Redhead standing in front of her bedroom

mirror—letting her hair down and singing into her hairbrush wearing

nothing but those nine-hundred-dollar Louboutins.

The crowd has doubled in the last half hour.

It’s Saturday night and the late movie across the street just let

out. I jump behind the bar to help Avery for a little while and

tell the DJ to throw on some house music so he can pitch in waiting

tables until things slow down. Twenty minutes later, I notice the

drink order Avery is making.

“Those for the same group that ordered them

a little while ago?” She’s finishing off mixing another round of

mojitos, and the colors settling in the tall tequila sunrise glass

are already at full peak.

“I think so. Redhead with a bun?”

“Yep. That’s her. I got twenty she’s our

flasher.” Flasher is a term we use for the patron who takes us by

surprise. Without fail, there’s one every weekend. They come in

looking conservative, wearing their sleek taupe Burberry raincoats

cinched tightly at the waist. But a few drinks and a microphone

later, they’re up on stage whipping open their coats, flashing us

their flesh as they grind their hips like a pro stripper. “Bet

she’s covering a red G-string under that knee-length skirt

too.”

“Her? Are you joking? She’s wearing fucking

pearls.”

I arch an eyebrow. “Is that a yes?”

Avery reaches into her pocket and digs out a

twenty. She shoves it into an empty glass and sets it on a shelf

holding liquor bottles behind her. “Put your money up and cover the

bar. I need to get a close look at Pearls and make a stop at the

bathroom.”

“You know, I’m still your boss for

another….” I look at my watch. Nearly eleven o’clock. “Five

hours.”

“I’ve known you since middle school. Who are

you kidding? You’ll still be the boss even after I own half the

place.” She kisses me on the cheek as she rushes by.

Ten minutes later I’m still alone behind the

bar and Avery is nowhere to be found. I’m sure she’s in the back

alley smoking, even though she swears every day that she’s quit. I

check the IDs of three very young-looking pretty girls—they’re over

twenty-one, but barely. I can’t miss their conversation.

“Seriously, he has to be gay.”

“Why, because he hasn’t noticed you

yet?”

“No, because he’s too perfect to be

straight.”

“Could we buy someone a drink?” one of the

young blondes asks me.

“Of course. What do you want me to send

over?”

They giggle for a few minutes, then decide

on a Screaming Orgasm for their intended target. I mix the vodka,

Bailey’s and Kahlua and pour it over a tumbler of ice.

“Okay. Who’s the lucky recipient?”

All three of them point to the other end of

the bar and say in unison, “Him.”


Lord.

That

is one beautiful man.

The three blondes were clearly not the only

ones to notice. The brunette next to him with her full boobage on

display is giving him her rapt attention when I walk over. Yet I

feel his eyes on

me

as I walk down the long bar. I’m used to

being hit on. Men seem to find an attractive woman whose sole

purpose is to deliver them alcohol an alluring combination. They

tend to become even bolder after tossing back a few drinks.

Halfway down the bar, I stop to refill a

beer for a patron. I don’t need to look up as I pour to know

Beautiful Man is still watching me. The hair on the back of my neck

is all the confirmation I need. He never takes his gaze off me,

even when I turn, catch his eyes, and silently call him on his

staring.

“I’m here to deliver you a Screaming

Orgasm.” Damn, he’s even hotter up close. Sandy-brown,

shoulder-length hair tousled just the right amount to make him look

like he’s just gotten laid. Long, lean torso, tattoos on his

forearms peeking out from his long-sleeve fitted shirt. Nice. Then

he smiles. Dimples. Yep. He

definitely

just got laid.

“Thank you. But I have a ladies-first

policy.” He winks.

I stare at him for a moment, then drop my

eyes down to the drink, leading him to follow.

“Oh. You meant the drink.” He smirks—it’s

sexy as hell, and he knows it.

I roll my eyes, but there’s a reluctant

smile hidden just beneath the surface. “It’s from the three barely

legal ladies down at the end.” I nod in their direction and all

three smile broadly and wave.

“Well, that’s disappointing.”

I arch an eyebrow. “

Those

three women

buying you a drink with a name that tells you what their plans are

for you later is a disappointment?”

“I thought

you

were buying me the

drink.”

Cheesy, I know, but there’s a flutter in my

stomach nonetheless. “Sorry. But you get the Doublemint triplets as

a consolation prize.” I shrug, trying to come off nonchalant, and

turn to walk away. This close to him, the guy is making me fidget.

It’s a big bar, but the way he looks at me makes me feel like we’re

in a confined space.

“Wait,” he calls after me, and I turn back.

“What’s your name?”

I smile and point at the sign over the bar.

Lucky’s.


The bar is hectic, but it doesn’t stop me

from keeping tabs on him. He nodded and held up his glass in thanks

to the three women, but never walked down to meet them. Eventually,

the trio of buxom blondes made their way to his end of the bar.

They did their best at keeping his attention. He smiled politely,

but it was clear he wasn’t interested. Which seriously shocked me,

because I would have bet the bar that he could have taken all three

of them home.

“Hey, Lucky,” Beautiful Man calls from the

end of the bar when I finish waiting tables.

“Another Screaming Orgasm?”

“If you’re talking alcohol, I’ll pass and

take a beer instead.”

I grab a pint glass and pour a tall Guinness

without asking what kind of beer he wants. I slide it toward him on

the smooth waxed bar and ask, with an impish grin, “What if I

wasn’t talking about the alcohol?”

“We would already be out the door,

sweetheart.” Another wink, only this time he adds a crooked smile

to the dimples on his ridiculously sexy face. There’s a boyish

quality to his smile, but a quick glance at the rest of him finds

nothing but solid man. He sips his beer. “Guinness. My favorite.

Nice choice.”

Avery saddles up to the bar, a few spots

over from Beautiful Man, and tosses her round serving tray in my

direction. “Pearls wants another drink. Looks like your twenty is

coming home with me, because I’m pretty sure she’s going to pass

out from the next one, not get up on stage.”

I look over at the redhead with the tight

bun. She’s shimmying out of her navy blazer. Not only does she have

incredible shoes, but with her blazer unbuttoned, her tiny waist

and sinewy curves are on display—she’s got a great body hidden

under her suit and pearls. I’d guess there’s a red lace demi-cup

bra to match the G-string.

“You see that redhead over there?” I ask

Beautiful Man.

“The one with her hair up?”

“That’s the one. I have twenty that says she

gets up to sing and turns into a siren on stage before the night is

out.”

Beautiful Man arches his eyebrows. “Doesn’t

look like the type to me.”

“Don’t listen to her.” Avery dismisses me

with her hand. “She also thinks she’s wearing a red G-string under

there.”

“I’d like to hear this one.”

“You can tell a lot about a person by what

they wear. A woman who spends on shoes but dresses conservatively

likes nice things, even if no one is seeing them. Strip a woman

down to her underwear, you’ll learn a lot about her.” I shrug.

“I’ve been here practically every day for seven years. I’m good at

picking the closet rockstars.”

He sips his beer and studies the redhead.

“You ever get up there?” he asks me, only I don’t have the chance

to answer before Avery chimes in.

“She could be up on a real stage if she

wanted to. But she’s got arachnophobia.”

Beautiful Man looks to me with a furrowed

brow. “Fear of spiders?”

“Ignore her.” I roll my eyes at Avery and

make her drink order. “Tell Pearls this one is on the house.” It’s

almost all orange juice. I started cutting back the alcohol in her

drinks two rounds ago. Wouldn’t want Pearls to fall over before her

debut performance here at Lucky’s.

It’s nearly two in the morning when the DJ

announces last call for karaoke sign-ups. The crowd at the bar has

thinned out, but the tables are still keeping Avery busy. It’s

do-or-die time for the nervous hopefuls who came in with plans to

get up on stage. Half usually make it, the other half stumble out

inebriated from excess liquid courage.

Beautiful Man has spent hours fending off

women, many drunk, gorgeous and easy. With an inexplicable

gravitational pull, my eyes seem to track his whereabouts at all

times. It’s impossible to disregard his presence. I’m surprised to

find him at the sign-up desk chatting with the DJ after his second

trip to the bathroom.

“You came in to sing tonight?” I ask,

refilling his beer when he returns to the seat he’s spent all night

at. “Wouldn’t have taken you for the kind who needs alcohol to

boost your confidence to get up there.”

He sips his beer. “What would you take me

as?”

I squint, pretending to assess him, and lean

on the bar. He looks amused. “I would have said a player, but I’ve

watched you fend off easy pickin’s all night, so now I’m not really

sure what to make of you actually.” I shrug. “Are you here to

sing?”

“Wasn’t planning on it. Was supposed to meet

someone here, but he called a few hours ago and said he got stuck

and couldn’t make it. Didn’t even know it was a karaoke bar until I

walked in.”

“Interesting. But your friend canceled hours

ago, yet you’re still here. So you’re on the prowl after all? You

know, I don’t think you’re very good at it. You’re supposed to show

interest in the ones you want to take home at the end of the

night.”

Beautiful Man smiles; he’s completely

irresistible. “I have been.”

I chuckle and shake my head before walking

away to close out a patron’s tab. Beautiful Man doesn’t waste any

time when I return to his end of the bar. “So…can I buy you a

drink?”

I take an exaggerated look around. “Don’t

think that’s necessary. I own a bar.”

He isn’t even slightly deterred. “Dinner

then?”

I look at my watch. “It’s two a.m.”

“Breakfast?”

“I need to sleep before I eat

breakfast.”

“No problem. I’ll cook for you when we wake

up?”

I chuckle and shake my head, turning to

stock the rest of the shelf with wine glasses. “Thank you for the

generous offer. But I have to decline.”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!”

Avery’s outburst saves me from having to explain, although

Beautiful Man’s stare doesn’t waver. He eyes me over the brim as he

drinks from his tall pint glass. The sight of his Adam’s apple

working as he swallows does all kinds of things to my insides. And

some things to parts of my outsides too.

“What’s the matter?” I’m thankful for the

distraction.

“Pearls. Look.” Avery nods in the direction

of the redhead, who is talking to the DJ. I gloat a smile as I

watch her hand reach up to her tight bun and slip some hidden pins

from the knot. Her hair cascades midway down her back.

“Told ya,” I crow victoriously.

Pearls turns out to be even better than I

could have imagined. Apparently, her hair wasn’t the only thing the

alcohol helped loosen. By the time she gets on the stage, her

unbuttoned shirt reveals a healthy amount of cleavage and her skirt

is hiked above her knees so she can move. And can the woman move.

The slow rock of her hips as she sings the old Faith Hill song

“Breathe” turns the temperature in the bar up at least ten degrees.

Pearls can sing too. Not just carry a tune…really sing. A breathy,

sultry, perfectly-in-key flowing melody that, with a little

training, could sound great on an album. My attention is riveted on

the woman as the closed flower who came in begins to blossom, right

before our eyes. More than the song she sings, the sight itself is

beautiful to watch.

I envy her. I’d give anything to get up

there again. But, for me, it’s going to take more than a little

liquid courage. Years of therapy produced little results, and for a

long time I learned to accept who I was. Although, every once in a

while, my soul overpowers my logical brain and yearns for

salvation. Which leads me to make illogical decisions. Like

tomorrow, for example.

For some reason, I keep away from Beautiful

Man after that. There’s plenty to do as closing time draws near, so

it isn’t difficult. I make Avery switch with me, taking a second

turn behind the bar, so I can work the floor instead. She probably

thinks I’m trying to give her a break on my last night; the floor

is never easy around closing time. Too many drunks, and cutting

them off almost always results in boisterous rants.

As he does every night at the same time, the

DJ comes over the loudspeaker to announce last call for drinks at

the bar, but then he adds, “Tonight Lucky’s is excited to have a

celebrity in the house. For those of you not yet familiar with

Flynn Beckham, you will be soon. Rumor has it he’ll be joining a

big sold-out tour. Let’s give it up for a rocker who’s going to

show us his softer side tonight up on our stage.”

The whole place erupts in applause, except

me. I’m rooted in place watching Beautiful Man stride to the stage.

He takes the microphone from the stand and scans the room with an

easy smile. Eyes falling on me, his voice rasps over the speakers,

the words sliding over me. “This isn’t usually my style. But it’s

almost closing time, so I thought maybe I could help inspire those

of you who are hoping to get lucky tonight. Like me.” He winks at

me and nods to the DJ to start the song. I recognize the song in

the first four notes. It’s one of my all-time favorites. A true

classic, although people my age usually don’t appreciate the

gritty, heartfelt sound of Rod Stewart anymore. The music of

“Tonight’s the Night” plays quietly in the background until

Beautiful Man’s sinful voice joins in.

I was glued to the stage watching Pearls

belt out her song, but for a totally different reason than I am

now. His voice is seduction in the form of sound, and it flows from

him with the ease of a pro. The entire bar sways back and forth.

Every woman moves closer to the stage. Even Pearls.

For a long moment I watch the way his foot

taps in perfect time to the beat. A man with good rhythm has always

been my weakness.

Musicians

have always been my kryptonite.

Then my eyes slowly travel up, taking in the parts of the man I’d

only glimpsed from the other side of the bar. Jeans hang low on his

narrow hips, a simple dark thermal hugs his broad shoulders. Ink

peeks out from the pushed-up sleeves on both forearms. When my eyes

finally reach his face, I find he’s been watching me watch him. He

arches an eyebrow and sings the next verse into my eyes.

You'd be a fool to stop this tide

Spread your wings, and let me come

inside

I blink myself out of my daze. Flynn Beckham

has a way of gliding his eyes over every woman in the room, yet

making you feel like you’re the only one he’s actually looking at.

As though he just found

the one

in a crowd of women, and not

just the one he’s going to take home tonight…

the one

he’s

been looking for since the first day he got on stage.

“Jesus. He sings another song and I’m

straddling the speaker,” Avery says, leaning her forearms on the

bar. “Bet I can orgasm just from the vibration of his voice between

my legs.” She’s speaking to me, yet she never tears her eyes away

from Beautiful Man. Together we gaze at the stage with the

adulation of teenyboppers watching Justin Bieber. “That man wants

you. Pretty sure you wouldn’t have to straddle the speaker. He’d

bury his head and sing right into your vajayjay if you wanted. I

totally vote you upgrade in the rockstar boyfriend category. Where

is Sleazy Ryder tonight anyway?”

My best friend doesn’t care for my

boyfriend. Dylan Ryder is the lead singer of Easy Ryder, but she

has a dozen alternative names for him and his band. “He got stuck

in Philadelphia…missed his connection back. Called to say he

wouldn’t make it here tonight.”

“That’s too bad.” She smiles slyly. “One

man’s loss is another man’s luck.”

“It’s ‘One man’s loss is another man’s

gain.’”

“That too.”

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Could I protect my babies from the husband plotting my death, hide my true identity from the Alpha who's been hunting me for years, and reclaim the freedom I'd buried along with my dreams—even if it means standing alone against the wolves who see me as nothing more than a womb to be used and discarded?
The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

2m Views · Ongoing · Jaylee
Soft hot lips find the shell of my ear and he whispers, "You think I don't want you?" He pushes his hips forward, grinding into the back of my ass and I groan. "Really?" He chuckles.

"Let me go," I whimper, my body trembling with need. "I don't want you touching me."

I fall forward onto the bed then turn around to stare at him. The dark tattoos of Domonic's chiseled shoulders, quiver and and expand with the heave of his chest. His deep dimpled smile is full of arrogance as he reaches behind himself to lock the door.

Biting his lip, he stalks toward me, his hand going to the seam of his pants and the thickening bulge there.

"Are you sure you don't want me to touch you?" He whispers, untying the knot and slipping a hand inside. "Because I swear to God, that is all I have been wanting to do. Every single day from the moment you stepped in our bar and I smelled your perfect flavor from across the room."


New to the world of shifters, Draven is human on the run. A beautiful girl who no one could protect. Domonic is the cold Alpha of the Red Wolf Pack. A brotherhood of twelve wolves that live by twelve rules. Rules which they vowed could NEVER be broken.

Especially - Rule Number One - No Mates

When Draven meets Domonic, he knows that she is his mate, but Draven has no idea what a mate is, only that she has fallen in love with a shifter. An Alpha that will break her heart to make her leave. Promising herself, she will never forgive him, she disappears.

But she doesn’t know about the child she’s carrying or that the moment she left, Domonic decided rules were made to be broken - and now will he ever find her again? Will she forgive him?
King of the Underworld

King of the Underworld

114.1k Views · Completed · RJ Kane
In my life as a waitress, I, Sephie - an ordinary person - endured the icy glares and insults of customers while trying to earn a living. I believed that this would be my fate forever.

However, one fateful day, the King of the Underworld appeared before me and rescued me from the clutches of the most powerful Mafia boss's son. With his deep blue eyes fixed on mine, he spoke softly: "Sephie... short for Persephone... Queen of the Underworld. At last, I have found you." Confused by his words, I stammered out a question, “P..pardon? What does that mean?”

But he simply smiled at me and brushed my hair away from my face with gentle fingers: "You are safe now.”


Sephie, named for the Queen of the Underworld, Persephone, she's quickly finding out how she's destined to fulfill her namesake's role. Adrik is the King of the Underworld, the boss of all bosses in the city he runs.

She was a seemingly normal girl, with a normal job until it all changed one night when he walked through the front door and her life changed abruptly. Now, she finds herself on the wrong side of powerful men, but under the protection of the most powerful among them.
Taste of Fate: The Vampire King's Human Mate

Taste of Fate: The Vampire King's Human Mate

5.6k Views · Ongoing · Miranda Carr
I never knew my blood could kill a king—until I met one. Sebastian, the ruthless and immortal King, rules with precision. For centuries, he's ruled with ruthless precision, his heart as cold as the stone throne beneath him. One moment, I'm nothing. The next, I'm his obsession. His touch burns like ice fire. His stare follows me through shadows. And when he feeds from me—God help me—it feels like drowning in darkness and craving more. He tells me my blood is unlike any he's tasted, that my scent drives him to the edge of madness.


He reached for the back of my head and pulled me up just enough to reach my neck. When his fangs slid into me, the pain was instant, electric. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. My hands found his shoulders, clawing for something to hold. My legs kicked. Tears streamed down my cheeks.

He moaned against my throat as he drank, and the sound was devastating.
After One Night with the Alpha

After One Night with the Alpha

539.7k Views · Completed · Sansa
One Night. One Mistake. One Lifetime of Consequences.

I thought I was waiting for love. Instead, I got fucked by a beast.

My world was supposed to bloom at the Moonshade Bay Full Moon Festival—champagne buzzing in my veins, a hotel room booked for Jason and me to finally cross that line after two years. I’d slipped into lacy lingerie, left the door unlocked, and lay on the bed, heart pounding with nervous excitement.

But the man who climbed into my bed wasn’t Jason.

In the pitch-black room, drowned in a heady, spicy scent that made my head spin, I felt hands—urgent, scorching—searing my skin. His thick, pulsing cock pressed against my dripping cunt, and before I could gasp, he thrust hard, tearing through my innocence with ruthless force. Pain burned, my walls clenching as I clawed at his iron shoulders, stifling sobs. Wet, slick sounds echoed with every brutal stroke, his body unrelenting until he shuddered, spilling hot and deep inside me.

"That was amazing, Jason," I managed to say.

"Who the fuck is Jason?"

My blood turned to ice. Light slashed across his face—Brad Rayne, Alpha of Moonshade Pack, a werewolf, not my boyfriend. Horror choked me as I realized what I’d done.

I ran away for my life!

But weeks later, I woke up pregnant with his heir!

They say my heterochromatic eyes mark me as a rare true mate. But I’m no wolf. I’m just Elle, a nobody from the human district, now trapped in Brad's world.

Brad’s cold gaze pins me: “You carry my blood. You’re mine.”

There is no other choice for me but to chose this cage. My body also betrays me, craving the beast who ruined me.

WARNING: Mature Readers Only