Series: The Devil’s Share, #3
Contemporary Rockstar Romance
Boroughs Publishing Group
April 21, 2016
Guitarist of the worldfamous rock band The Devil’s Share, no one would
expect Jackson Cole to have a best friend who’s a girl, but his relationship with Bryan
Lawson is too special to endanger with sex…until a different girl—the waifish nine
yearold who claims he’s her father—makes Jacks realize all that truly
WILD. RECKLESS. IRRESPONSIBLE. A
Jackson Cole has been called many things: immature, irresponsible, sexy as
hell. But one thing he’s never been called is “Dad”—until Child
Services shows up on his doorstep with a waifish nineyearold claiming he’s the father.
What’s a rock star to do? Call your best friend, who just happens to be super hot, funny,
and even more commitmentphobic than you, and beg her to help. Of course, now that his friend
is living in the same house, Jacks is finding it harder and harder to keep his hands to
Bryan Lawson never expected to become pals with a charming, hilarious,
breathtakingly handsome rock star, but after they met backstage at one of Jacks’s
concerts, she couldn’t stop texting him. He’s just the sort of person she could
imagine being with forever, except that, try as she might, she’s never managed to stay
interested in a relationship for more than three months. Now that Jacks is a dad, the stakes are
much higher. A breakup wouldn’t just ruin their friendship, it would destroy a little girl
who’s just learning to love. But maybe also the game has changed.
When I got
home I headed upstairs with the intention of checking on Landry and then heading to bed. I
didn’t want to wake Bryan, and I didn’t want to look too closely at the way
I’d booked it out of that club. As I reached the top of the stairs I heard Bryan’s
voice and Landry’s giggles. I glanced down at my watch; it was after midnight at
this point. I poked my head into her room. “Hello my beautiful girls. What are y’all
still doing up?”
smiled when they saw me, and I ignored the way my heart leapt. “You’re
home.” Bryan said it like a statement. Not a question.
“Yeah. Turns out I rather be here.”
She held up a
large hardbound book. “Landry asked me to read to her and we both kind of lost track of
time.” Bryan closed the book and put it on the nightstand. “It’s late sweet
girl, we’ll read more tomorrow.”
across the room, leaning down to kiss Landry’s forehead. “Good night,
headed across the hall to my room and collapsed on my bed, staring at the
slapped my thigh. “You can go meet back up with Luke, if you want. She’ll be
asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow. No worries here, if that’s what you came
I’m right where I want to be.” And that was the God’s honest
She was quiet
for a few minutes, the only sound in the room was us breathing, each struggling with the right
words. Finally she moved to face me, I automatically did the same. “Good. I’m
pretty happy where I am right now too.”
She was so
damn pretty. I could get lost in those blue eyes of hers. I fought the urge to kiss her plump pink
lips. Friends don’t kiss. And we were just friends. Maybe if I said just friends in my head
enough times I’d start to believe it. “Want to watch a movie?” I
didn’t want her to leave me.
She grinned, a
wicked glint in her beautiful eyes. “I have a better idea.”
I shifted closer
to her on the bed, playing along. “Oh yeah?”
She bit her
bottom lip, nodding.
strained against my zipper. He was still pissed that I’d denied him earlier, not turned on
by Bryan’s flirty banter. “What did you have in mind, baby
over and grabbed a hot pink bag from the floor beside my bed. “I bought us a present
I shifted onto
my stomach, taking the bag from her hands and hiding my massive hard on. I pulled out the
tissue paper, tossing it over my shoulder. “What?! You got Zombies 5? I didn’t
even know this was out yet!”
putting her hand over my mouth. “Shhh…you’re going to wake up Landry
and this game is definitely not suitable for children.” She sat up. “I’ll go get
ready for bed in Luke’s bathroom.” She paused on her way out the door.
“Change clothes. You smell like sex and whiskey.”
“B…I couldn’t, I mean, I didn’t…uh, nothing
She shook her
head, “Jacks, it’s none of my business. I just rather not, um, just shower,
I nodded. My heart
was racing; the distress I felt at her thinking I’d been with someone else was unwelcome.
And it was freaking me the fuck out. I was pacing around my room. Why did it matter so much?
Why did her thinking that bother me? Probably the same damn reason I’d run out of that
club like it was on fucking fire.
Because I was
falling for my best friend.
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Play Nice (The Devil’s Share,
Rock a stadium. Bang a chick. Repeat. As lead singer of The
Devil’s Share, Dash Conner could get anything or anyone he wanted—until he
met Lexi Grant.
MONEY. FAME. WHISKEY. SEX.
For Dash Conner, lead singer of The Devil’s Share, everything he wanted was
his for the asking. Whiskey. Drugs. Money. Sex. But not Lexi Grant. For the first time since he
picked up a guitar, a girl was actually demanding he woo her. For a chance with her, Dash
would do that and more.
Lexi Grant was no groupie. Just because the
biggest rock star in the world smiled at her didn’t mean she had to fall into bed with
him—but it was going to be awfully hard to resist that impish smile and those tatted abs.
Surely one night of fun wouldn’t hurt anyone.
Unless that night
ends with a broken condom.
For Lexi and Dash, that’s just the
beginning. Add an overly affectionate pit bull, a missing guitarist, a house full of sorority girls, a
junkie exbandmate and an extreme aversion to Jäger, and it’s either a recipe for
disaster or true love.
Play Dirty (The Devil’s Share,
As bassist of the Devil’s Share, Smith James revels
in being the ultimate bad boy, until he meets a good girl…who likes it dirty.
PILLS. PAIN. LOSS. LOVE.
doesn’t need drugs. He just likes them a whole lot. And as bassist for the Devil’s
Share, they are easy to come by. So are the women. With a steady supply of both he
doesn’t have to think too hard about his past. But when a beautiful physician’s
assistant joins the tour, Smith can’t help but want…more.
After watching her high school boyfriend OD, there is no way Dylan Lawson is going to
fall for a rock star with a tenuous hold on sobriety, no matter how sexy his New Orleans drawl.
She’s been hired to do one job: monitor the health of the lead singer’s girlfriend
and her unborn baby. But once Smith flashes that sweet, vulnerable smile, Dylan can’t
help but want…more.
And more is what they’ll get. Love on
tour is never simple, and with a music festival in Smith’s hometown, a place he’s
avoided for years, near his illiterate, abusive, methaddled father, Smith is one bad night away
from a relapse. But with her heart already lost, Dylan is willing to do whatever is necessary to
save him—even play a little dirty.
L.P. Maxa lives in Austin Texas with her husband, daughter,
3 rescue dogs, 1 stray cat, and 1 fish that keeps dying and she keeps replacing so her toddler
doesn’t notice. She loves reading romance novels as much as she loves writing them.
L.P. is new to the writing game, but she has published 4
books in her first year alone. She says that inspiration can come from anywhere; a song lyric, a
quote, a weekend with friends. The tiniest things spark amazing stories.