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Crow is the rock star so broken that even his own bandmates shy away from his darkness. They tell me to stay away from him, that he’s not the man for me.
Screw that. I see things in him that no one else can. I’ll be the light to his darkness, if only he’ll let me in. Nothing holds me back when I have my mind set but this time, my perseverance might ruin everything.
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Crow is the rock star so broken that even his own bandmates shy away from his darkness. They tell me to stay away from him, that he’s not the man for me.

Screw that. I see things in him that no one else can. I’ll be the light to his darkness, if only he’ll let me in. Nothing holds me back when I have my mind set but this time, my perseverance might ruin everything.

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When Fiona said she loved me, all my dreams come true. Playing guitar for the Freaks was just the icing on the cake.

Then disaster hits. An accident that might send Fiona complete off the rails. A former model, she thinks her face is all she has to offer but I know her beauty goes much more than skin deep.

But before I can convince her that I still love her, I need to get her to love herself.

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Chapter 1: Matty

“Shit, look at the time,” I said.

Fiona and I had been so entranced by sightseeing in Paris, that I’d totally lost track. It was our last day here on the tour before we moved on, and we both had lists a mile long of things we wanted to see. We’d been to art galleries and to museums and all around, but it still seemed we’d hardly make a dent in that list. I guessed that meant we’d have to come back to Paris some other time.

“We’re not going to make it to the hotel in time,” Fiona said. “Maybe you should meet them at the arena.”

I considered that for a moment. All my gear was at the arena, but I wanted to get changed. Going onstage in casual sightseeing clothes wouldn’t cut it. These khaki shorts definitely didn’t say rocker.

“We’ll grab a cab,” I said. “We’ll be cutting it fine, but that’s going to be the fastest way back to the hotel.”

“I can cab it back to the hotel and grab what you need,” Fiona said. “That might be the best option.”

She was right, of course, but I wanted to enjoy every last minute of our time together in Paris. It was only a cab ride, but it’d be the two of us alone in the back of that cab, riding through one of the most beautiful cities in the world.

I jumped out onto the road and had no trouble flagging down a cab. It’d take thirty minutes to get to the hotel, at the most. I’d have time to grab a change of clothes and meet the others to go to the arena.

“We’re in a hurry,” I told the driver. “There’s an extra fifty in it if you make good time.”

I wasn’t sure if he understood English, but he nodded and shot out into traffic. The guy definitely understood money.

I put my arm around Fiona and pulled her close to me. She rested her head on my shoulder. Then I got out my phone and went through the pictures we’d taken during the day.

“This one is great,” I said, holding up a shot of her in front of the Eiffel Tower. “I might make it my phone background.”

She took my phone and zoomed the photo. “Erk, no. I look terrible. Delete it.”

She said that about every photo. Not just the photos I took, but professional modeling shoots too. She could never see her beauty.

“You look gorgeous,” I said. I looked at the photo again. Everything about her in that photo made my heart buzz. The way the wind blew her hair across her face, the crinkles around her eyes as she laughed, the way she leaned forward as though something slightly off-camera held her interest. I’d seen a million of her modeling shoots, but she always looked unapproachable and distant in them. I much preferred my snapshot with her looking real.

The city sped by. The way this guy drove, I’d get the hotel with time to spare. He cut down a narrow back street, totally avoiding a jammed intersection.

Fiona kept staring at the photo. “My face looks a bit blotchy, and that angle makes my shoulders look broad.”

I laughed. “It’s a snapshot, not a professional shoot. You look like you’re having fun, and that’s what I want to remember. I love the way you laugh.”

“I have wrinkles. Look at them.” She slumped back against the seat. “My modeling days are over.”

“I thought they were over anyway.”

She sighed. “I don’t want to go back to it, but still, it’d be nice to have the option if ever I needed to.”

My chest tightened. I was sure she meant nothing by it, but saying she wanted the option seemed like she wanted a backup plan in case things didn’t work out between us. That could just be my paranoia, though. Things between us had been perfect, and they’d keep being perfect if I had anything to do with it.

“I’ll keep the photo,” I said. “And in ten years’ time, I’ll show it to you again. See what you think then.”

She smiled. “I’ll think the same. You could at least put a filter on it.”

“Nope. This is our life, plain and unfiltered.”

I grabbed the seat in front of me as the cab driver took a sharp turn.

“I guess you’re right,” Fiona said. “I’ve spent so much of my life needing to be perfect, then having that perfection airbrushed and Photoshopped. I can’t even remember what I really look like.”

I pulled her tighter. “You look fantastic, no matter what,” I told her. “You look fantastic first thing in the morning, and you look fantastic fresh out the shower. Even when you drool in your sleep, you look fantastic. Because being you is what fantastic is about.”

She smiled, for a second, then that smile turned into a scowl. “I do not drool in my sleep. That’s lies.”

“Oh, yeah, you do.”

She slapped my arm. “You’re full of it, Matty. I look like an angel in my sleep, but you snore.”

I glanced at her out the corner of my eye. “Yeah, and I probably fart too. I’m a disaster.”

Fiona laughed. The sound of her laughter buzzed through me, making me wonder if we’d have time for a quickie when we got back to the hotel. It’d have to be a super-quickie, but this pulse of lust couldn’t be denied.

Before I could answer her, the cab driver slammed on the brakes, hurling us forward. My head slammed against the back of the front seat, then I got hurled back as he came to a standstill.

“What the hell?”

I was about to make a crack about arriving alive being better than arriving fast when I realized he’d stopped in the middle of an intersection. A very busy intersection. Cars circled around us, blasting their horns.

Why?

I was about to ask when I saw the truck speeding towards us.

I screamed, pumping my foot where the accelerator would be, as though somehow that would help.

I threw my arms around Fiona, trying to protect her, wanting to hold her so tight that she’d be safe. But she panicked, screaming and trying to open her door. She couldn’t get out. We both scrambled, waiting for the cab to move, for this disaster to end.

Then the truck hit the cab, and everything went black.

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Sex Freak releases on 15th March. Are you ready?

While Damo from Guitar Freak was a bit uptight, Elijah’s his complete opposite. The typical ‘here for a good time, not a long time’ rock star. He thinks he’ll never settle down, but we know better, right?

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Chapter 1

I wasn’t sure if these girls were actual twins, or if they just looked a lot alike and played it up. I mean, they barely spoke English, but who cared? One of them sat on my knee and the other on the arm of my chair. A pair of beauties. Both of them blonde and leggy with huge tits. Red lips with dimples, and ‘fuck me’ attitudes. One in jeans, the other in a skin-tight dress. They’d walked into the backstage room and settled on top of me like they owned me. Of course no woman owned me, but they sure could rent me for the next few hours.[image error]

My night was made. We’d played a brilliant show here in Amsterdam. The band had been on fire, burning up that stage. Things had been going from good to better to out of this world. Our music was selling in numbers I couldn’t even comprehend. We’d had to put on a few extra nights here because tickets had sold out so fast. Every magazine wanted us on the cover. We got offered opportunities I’d never imagined. And now, twins.

Even Damo had settled the fuck down now that he’d paired up with Polly. Instead of being the insane control freak he’d been, he actually relaxed occasionally, and that had made his playing better. When he played better, the rest of us played better too.

I couldn’t imagine life being any better.

“Drink?” one of the twins asked.

“Yeah, why not?” I grinned at her. Okay, life could be slightly better with a cold beer in my hand.

While she was gone, the other twin grabbed my face and kissed me. A little too much tongue and a bit sloppy but, hey, I wasn’t complaining. I loved this life. I could see it stretching out in front of me forever. Playing awesome shows, screwing awesome chicks, drinking and fooling around. Who could ask for more?

The other twin came back with beers.

“Cheers,” I said, raising my can.

“Cheers,” they replied in unison.

Across the room, Polly’s cousin Fay chatted with Crow. Man, she was a little firecracker. Too young for my taste. I wasn’t into the barely legal stuff, and anyway, she only had eyes for Crow. The two of them tried to pair off every chance they got. Polly wasn’t having any of that, though. She hated the two of them together, and I didn’t blame her. Crow wasn’t the man I’d pick for any of my relatives, either. We’d been in the band together for five years, and I still only knew him on a surface level. We’d play together and go out drinking. He never picked up chicks, he never got too drunk. He was a quiet one. And they’re the ones you have to watch, not fun guys like me. All of me is on the surface. What you see is what you get. I might be a player, and I might be a jerk sometimes, but I’m always upfront.

The other twin kissed me. She was a slightly better kisser than the first one, and as she leaned across, she rubbed her tits against my chest. They were some A-grade mammaries. I wasn’t sure if they were real or not, but who cared? They were huge and pressing against me.

The twin sitting on my knee got antsy and pushed her away. They glared at each other.

“Hey, girls, no fighting. There’s enough Elijah to go around.”

“And he sure does go around,” Damo said, walking over to us.

The girls just laughed.

“Hey, I live life to the fullest. Is that a crime?” I said, then took a swig of my beer. “Maybe you’d be better off kissing your woman so she’ll leave Crow and Fay alone.”

Damo rolled his eyes. “I’m not getting in the middle of that.”

One of the twins jumped up and threw her arms around Damo. “You’re cute too,” she said, rubbing her body against his.

Damo unwound her arms from his neck. “Stick to Elijah,” he said. “I’m taken.” He nodded to Polly, sitting over in the corner.

“But she’s not looking,” the twin said.

Damo gave her a look of disgust that she ignored, and he walked off, leaving me with a sulky twin.

“She’s not even pretty,” the twin said. “I’m much prettier, right?”

I agreed because I’d be a damn fool not to, but I hated that kind of petty jealousy. Damo was with Polly, and no way would he fool around on her. I respected that. And, to be honest, Polly was a damn hot chick. Not just hot, but awesome on the bass, and she never got all nasty about other chicks.

But who cared? These girls would be gone before daybreak, and I wasn’t interested in their personalities.

“He’s no fun,” the rejected twin said, flopping down beside me.

“Yep. That’s what they call him. No Fun Damo. But me, I’m all fun.”

With that, I settled my hand between the legs of the one on my knee. I really should ask these girls their names, I thought, but I’d just forget five minutes later and have the embarrassment of asking again. My hand really liked being in that warm crevice, but I should’ve tried it on the one in the dress. Much easier access.

I could get away with a lot backstage, but if I started unzipping jeans, I’d have Damo on my case. Even worse, Polly and Fay would kick my ass to the curb. Chicks on tour were a fine thing until you wanted to get up to some backstage shenanigans. Then it was all about keeping things decent.

I guessed that would just help build the tension until we got back to our hotel room. Nothing wrong with a bit of teasing before the main event, and the main event would be spectacular. I’d always wanted to try it with twins, and whether they were true twins or not, it’d still be fun.

And, oh hell, the two of them kissed each other. The one in jeans edged my hand up so it rubbed against her mound, and I had a tittyfest going on right in front of my face. Sweet. I’d become the filling in a boob sandwich. Another life dream to tick off the list.

I leaned back and watched the show. Was there a man in the world who didn’t want to be me right now?

I ran my free hand up the back of the twin in the dress. That dress would look amazing pooled on my hotel room floor. The two of them naked, both writhing in pleasure in my bed—that was what tonight promised.

“I think you need to take this show somewhere else.” Fay’s voice broke through my enjoyment.

“Come on, Firecracker. Give me a break.”

Fay hated it when I called her Firecracker, but the name had stuck, and I meant it in the nicest possible way. She was fast becoming like the little sister I’d never had. Sometimes, the little sister I wished I’d never had.

“Who is she?” the one in the dress asked.

I didn’t like her tone, to be honest. She spoke as though she had more right to be backstage than Fay did. If she wasn’t careful, Fay would set her straight about that.

“She’s on the tour with us,” I said. “In the opening band.”

The twins both gave her a look that was meant to wither her. They didn’t know Fay that well if they thought that would work. Nothing withered Fay.

“Look, Lij, go back to the hotel if you wanna get down and dirty. Oh, and keep the noise down tonight.”

If anyone else called me Lij, I’d kill them, but Fay got away with it. Her suggestion of going back to the hotel worked for me. After all, they were twins. They’d take twice as long, if I knew anything about math.

I pushed the twins off me. “Just a moment, girls. We’ll go somewhere more private.”

I looked around for Fartstard, the tour manager. He was the one organizing the van back to the hotel. I needed to make sure he’d have that van ready to take us as soon as possible.

As I scanned the room, I saw her.

Her? No way. Not possible.

I had to be hallucinating. It was pretty fucking trippy to think my high school English teacher would appear backstage at a show in Amsterdam.

Miss Jones. Hell, I’d rubbed myself raw way too many times, thinking about that woman. Most of my high school life had been spent thinking of the ways I could get her panties off. I never had, of course. But, hell, thinking about it had filled many pleasant hours.

It couldn’t be her. Not here. Amsterdam must be getting to me.

I looked again.

One of the twins slapped my arm, but I ignored it. Then the woman looked my way. She gave me a sweeping glance, taking in the twins. Then she smiled with a tinge of regret and left the room.

It was her. I’d never forget those eyes.

I pushed the twins to one side and raced after her. There was no way I’d let her get away from me. Not when all my high school dreams might come true.

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The next big thing in rock, that’s what they call us. I’m going to make damn sure we get there, too. I’m 100% focused on my music. No time for women, no time for romance. It’s just me and my guitar.

Then she walks into our soundcheck. Ellie. Wild, out of control and oozing sex appeal.

I can’t let that woman distract me. I can’t get drawn into her issues. But, for some reason, I can’t resist her.

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She walked into the sound check like she owned the place. Typical groupie in heat: leopard-print fake fur coat, fishnet-covered legs that went on for miles, sunglasses covering her eyes, glossed-up lips and that “fuck me” attitude.

She had to be here for Elijah. Everything about her screamed his type. Elijah shrugged without missing a beat on his bass. Then he shook his head at my unspoken question.

Not his? Well, she sure as hell wasn’t Crow’s type. I wasn’t even sure if Crow had a type but if he did, it wouldn’t be her. And the new guy, Matt—he had no interest in groupies. Not when he had that hot model girlfriend.

She might’ve been my type once. Before I grew up and got serious about my music. It hadn’t taken long to learn that girls like her were bad news.

Hell, we’d only been in Berlin a few hours before we headed to the arena to set up. It wasn’t like any of the guys had had time to pick up. She had to just be a general band hound, looking for what she could get.

And what she could get would be gone. I had zero tolerance for groupies in sound check.

I kept singing and playing but searched the empty arena until I caught the eye of the head of security. I gave a nod toward the groupie. We’d talk later about how the hell she’d been allowed in. For now, I just wanted her to hightail it out of here instead of leaning on the barrier in front of me, all tits and legs and eyes blazing with sex.

Ever since the fans had found out I didn’t do groupies, I’d become a challenge for a certain type of woman. The type who thought they were the exception. I’d been promised the best head of my life, threesomes, foursomes, and much, much more. If the human mind could conceive of it, I’d had a groupie offer it. But I had zero fucks to give. Literally. There was me and my music. I wasn’t a saint, but I didn’t screw around on tour. I had bigger plans. Plans that involved no dramas and no distractions.

Hell, she sucked on a lollipop. Way too obvious and way too immature. But, Jesus, that was hot. She took it out of her mouth and ran her tongue around it. The way her tongue flicked over that sweet orb made my cock twitch. I wouldn’t let my cock control me, though. It was just a visual stimulation.

I tried not to look at her. We were already running about half an hour late with this sound check, but the sound guy just couldn’t get the mix right. For the first night of the European leg of the tour, this wasn’t looking good. I inhaled. I wouldn’t lose my temper with him. That wouldn’t help at all. And I wouldn’t look at that groupie, either.

Instead of staring straight ahead, I checked out the arena. It wasn’t much different from a thousand other places we’d played. Three levels. Cleaner and newer than a lot of places we’d played. A few massive screens around the place. I bet Elijah had sussed out every screen and every camera. He loved nothing better than seeing his ugly mug up there, larger than life. Loved it even more when he got a crotch shot on camera. So did the fans, to be honest. We had to have one showman in the band.

The arena wasn’t that huge. Only around 17,000 capacity. I’d wanted to play somewhere bigger, but management said sold-out shows in a smaller venue would create a bigger buzz. I couldn’t argue with that. He’d also said that the acoustics in this place were phenomenal, but I wasn’t feeling that, not with this sound check.

“Still too much bass,” I said over the mic when we’d finished the song.

That damn groupie hadn’t moved. The security guard approached her. I watched them out of the corner of my eye but went back to the beginning of the song. We’d get this sound right, no matter how long it took. We wouldn’t be going onstage tonight sounding anything less than perfect.

I waited until the security guy was throwing her out to start playing again. He stood beside her, letting her know she wasn’t welcome. Instead of leaving, though, she put her hands on her hips, all sass and attitude. Standing like that, with her coat open, I couldn’t miss the perkiness of her breasts. That dress she wore couldn’t be any tighter.

I don’t know what she said to the security guy, but he let her stay.

I’d made myself clear. No matter what they promised, no groupies in sound check. Ever.

That security guard could say goodbye to his job. I didn’t tolerate shit from the staff.

I kept my focus on the sound desk so she wouldn’t get the satisfaction of eye contact. Still, I was aware of every move she made. She sat down in the front row, legs crossed and that lollipop still in her mouth. She was way, way too much.

A few songs later, I decided we could call it quits. The sound guy had finally gotten it right, and we needed to clear out so the opener could get their sound check done.

“About bloody time,” the groupie yelled out. She’d stood up, hands on hips.

“Huh? Who the hell let you in here, anyway?”

God, she was ballsy. I had to give her that. The way she sneered at me suggested that she was the one with every right to be here, not me.

“The same person who let you in. Now, get your gear offstage so we can do our thing.”

She slowly removed her sunglasses. I ignored her and handed my guitar to the guitar tech. The other guys stopped packing up their gear to watch.

“I have no idea who you are, and I have no idea what you’re talking about. Now, stop being a pest and get out of here,” I said.

She pouted, straightening up to her full height. With her hips thrust forward like that, wildness radiated from her body. I hated that wildness.

“Hey, mister, I’m not getting out and I’m not going anywhere, so pull your head in. I’m here to rock!”

I stared at her, wondering if she was totally sane.

“I’m the support band. Well, part of it,” she added.

A couple of guys came to join her. But… no. There was no chick in the support band. I didn’t know much about them, but I’d listened to their CD. No chick singer. No mention of a chick.

“Is this a joke?”

“What? You don’t believe a woman can play bass?”

She had me there. I exhaled slowly. I’d assumed that the support band were all male. And she was right: a woman could play bass. I just hadn’t expected it to be that woman. Why the fuck had no one told me?

I’d fucked up.

I’d been so focused on other things, I hadn’t checked out the openers properly. I couldn’t blame management or the tour manager or anyone else. This was my tour, and everything stopped with me.

This woman would be on tour with us for the next three months. Already, she sent prickles of annoyance up and down my spine. I’d have to share a bus with her. I’d have to share a stage.

Maybe I could get them kicked off the tour. Anything rather than deal with her, because there was no way in hell she’d not be a distraction. I already hated her. I could not put up with that attitude for the entire tour.

I gathered up my stuff and walked offstage. I’d get out of here and clear her out of my mind. She’d be gone before we left Berlin, if I had my way. No dramas, no distractions. That was my mantra for this tour.

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I fell in love with Fiona when we were both fourteen years old but she only had eyes for my friend, and fellow popstar, Ash Savage. My feelings for her haven’t changed over the last ten years. She’s the only woman for me even if I’m just in the background of her life.

Now Fiona’s life has spiraled out of control and she’s in rehab. She needs a friend more than ever so I’ll be there for as long as she needs me.

I think I can keep things on a friends-only level but, when we’re forced to live together, that becomes harder and harder for both of us.

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Asher Savage, you’ve probably heard of him. He was in that boy band until they broke up then he went totally off the rails. He wouldn’t even be on my radar except my editor offered me the ultimate bribe, working with the rock star of my dreams, if I spend a week photographing Savage’s come back. I’ll take the job but it’ll be pure hell until I get my reward. Savage’s charms will never work on me.

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Women dream of me. Hell, they name their vibrators after me! I’d never met a woman who hadn’t fallen at my feet, until I got stuck with this hardass photographer. Alice Cain, she thinks she’s way too good for me, and God knows, she’s probably right. But I need her on side for my come back to be a success and I need her in my bed if I want to keep my ego intact. She will be mine.