Rock God in Exile (Smidge Book 2) by Kella Campbell

Author:Kella Campbell [Campbell, Kella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Rock Stars, martial arts
ISBN: 9780992115265
Publisher: Tied Star Books
Published: 2020-06-25T18:30:00+00:00

She stood in her apartment, holding a cardboard box full of bills and alarm clocks, watching as Tommy and Lila and her landlord carried her possessions away. Jessalyn panhandled in the street outside, an infant car seat beside her, covered with a blanket. Then, in a flash, Nell was banging on the locked door of her dojang, and all the students and instructors inside ignored her because she had no money to pay for tournaments and training.

Then she woke, shaking and sobbing, to a moment of total disorientation at not being in her own bed — and not alone.

“Hey, now, it’s all right,” murmured a sleepy male voice in the dark. “Bad dream?”

Eamonn. His house, his bed.

She felt the mattress shift as he reached for the bedside lamp, and then it clicked on, with warm golden light that felt momentarily too bright after the darkness. I’m fine, she wanted to say, but the words wouldn’t come.

“You want to tell me about it?” he asked.

“No.” She curled over on her side, away from him. And she wasn’t going to say anything more, but she found herself muttering, “They’ve taken everything away from me.”

“Have they?”

He didn’t ask who they were. His question was infuriating. “You wouldn’t understand,” she snarled, and was horrified to hear that her voice sounded close to tears.

“Wouldn’t I?” His quiet words were so laced with bitterness and hurt that she uncurled herself, flopping onto her back to look at him in surprise. He lay on his side, propped up on one elbow, looking down at her as though she hadn’t a clue. “You lost a job you hated.”

“Hate’s a waste of energy,” Nell said, even as she vividly remembered reciting I hate my job in her head and biting her lip to not react to yet another inane rule or requirement.

“Whatever you want to call it, then. You were fired by my ass of an uncle from a job you won’t miss, and you can find something better in a heartbeat.” He paused, as if deciding whether to keep talking. When he did continue, his voice was so low that she almost couldn’t hear the words. “I was kicked out of something I loved, my whole world, and it’s irreplaceable.”

How do I even respond to that? She took a breath. “But you—”

“Yes, I could find another band needing a bassist — or guitarist or keyboards — or start my own. Yes, I could easily get work as a session musician. But it wouldn’t be them; it wouldn’t be Smidge.” He clearly hadn’t meant to say so much, and fell silent.

She didn’t think he’d accept a hug, and she wasn’t the hugging kind anyway, but she laid a hand on his shoulder to offer some kind of comfort, suppressing a surge of sensual awareness at the skin-to-skin reminder that they were both naked under the covers. We have all night. “I bet they miss your talent. You couldn’t be easy to replace.”

He grimaced. “Depends. Maybe they wanted something new.

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