Rockstar Romance Boxed Set (12 Book Bundle New Adult BBW) by Hunter Adriana & Quinn Arabella & Bayard Clara & Lore Ava & Wade Virginia & Cameron D.H. & Steele Dawn & James Karolyn & Cole Clare & Towers Terry & Adriana Hunter & Virginia Wade & Emme Rollins & Aubrey Rose

Author:Hunter, Adriana & Quinn, Arabella & Bayard, Clara & Lore, Ava & Wade, Virginia & Cameron, D.H. & Steele, Dawn & James, Karolyn & Cole, Clare & Towers, Terry & Adriana Hunter & Virginia Wade & Emme Rollins & Aubrey Rose [Hunter, Adriana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Excessica Publishing
Published: 2013-09-30T22:00:00+00:00

The show kicked ass, and Trixie pumped her fists in the air as she came down off of the stage. At the bottom of the stairs she high-fived one of the crew members.

“Hell yeah!”

“Hey Trixie, you coming skating after Wilder Side is done?” Jose shouted across the hubbub.

“Hell yeah I’m coming!” Trixie swung her guitar down into its case and shoved it in the pile with the rest of the girls’ stuff.

What a crowd. A huge mass of sexy California girls and boys, enough skin and sultriness to make even Trixie feel a bit self-conscious about her own body. Whatever. Show was over. Time to relax.

She signed a few autographs for the fans with backstage passes and went back into the dressing room to change into jeans. When she got out, Wilder Side was already playing onstage. She sat cross-legged on an amp next to Jeff and enjoyed the show. Really enjoyed it. She’d listened to the CD her manager had given her beforehand, but their live set was infinitely better. The lead singer crooned his heart out, and both the guitarist and bass player rocked out. But for whatever reason, she found her eyes being drawn back over and over again to the cute guy playing drums. Ugh! She just had to fall for the dumb one. The guy hadn’t even known who his opening act was, and although Trixie didn’t consider herself to be too arrogant, she was irked that he didn’t know her name. Of course, she didn’t know his name either.

A slow song came on, a real tearjerker. The singer walked forward to the edge of the stage and reached his hand out towards the audience, swaying to the music. Although the lights dimmed, Trixie could still make out the drummer behind the rest of the band. A low blue spot illuminated his drums, and she watched him as he built up roll after roll, from near silence to a deafening crash as the chorus hit. The crowd cheered and began to chant the singer’s name. Stupid fans. It was the drummer who was doing all the work…if it hadn’t been for that build, nobody would care about the huge emotional payoff at the end. She watched as his fingers seemed to move the sticks effortlessly, flicking the ride cymbal into soft crashes of sound. Perfect tension, perfect rhythm.

“Who’s the drummer?” Trixie asked, leaning back toward Jose.

“Uh, it’s something weird. Asher…Circy or Cerqua or something,” Jose said. “Did you hear about their lead singer?”

“What about him?” Trixie asked. Her mind was still on Asher, her eyes tracking his fingers. Asher. She turned the name over on her tongue. Asher. She realized too late that Jeff was saying something, and she hadn’t been paying a lick of attention.

“Hello? Hell-o? Trixie?” Jose laughed.

“Huh, what?” Trixie turned to Jose, who had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

“The lead singer. The hot lead singer. The super-mega-ridiculous hot lead singer. Rumor is he’s gay.”

“Really? Maybe if you’re lucky he’ll have a thing for ditzy Mexican twinks.