Authors: Dawn Ryder
Rock Steady
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Copyright © 2016 by Dawn Ryder
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Contents
An Excerpt from
Rock Me Two Times
Chapter 1
The fog had settled in over the city of San Francisco. The locals put on their coats and stayed on the streets, casting off the chains of the workweek with excess. The bars and clubs were in full swing even two full hours after midnight.
“Where in the hell did you go?” Kate Braden propped her hands on her hips and sent Ramsey a seething glare. “We’ve been shaking the trees for you.”
Ramsey offered her a smile that was a shot of pure sin. He curled a hand around her hip and pulled her against his hard body while taking a moment to enjoy the display her corset top pushed her breasts into. “Would have surfaced sooner if I’d known you wanted me.”
He purred out the word “wanted.”
A faint scent of scotch surrounded him, but it was a fine grade and only added to his dark-as-midnight persona. He was wearing leather pants and vest as usual, but it fit in with the crowd on the sidewalks of San Francisco. At least the crowd that was out at two thirty in the morning.
He started to nuzzle her neck.
“Hands off my wife there, Rams.”
Syon Braden appeared, neatly lifting Ramsey’s hand off Kate’s hip. Syon slid in and took possession of her as Ramsey grinned.
“What happened to Tia?” Syon asked his bandmate.
Ramsey frowned. For a moment, his rocker image cracked, showing the very sharp mind of the man who lurked inside the Toxsin band member. It was only a momentary glimpse before Ramsey shrugged and offered them a bored expression, retreating into his bad-boy persona.
“Guess she’s gone.” He kept his tone nonchalant. If Kate didn’t know him, she never would have guessed he cared at all about the girl in question. He shrugged again, his leather vest opening to display a peek at his six-pack abs.
But it also showed her a flash of something else.
Kate reached forward for the waistband of the leather pants he wore.
“She might be your wife, but she can’t keep her hands off me,” Ramsey taunted Syon.
Her husband shifted, trying to decide what she was doing. Kate nudged the leather down just an inch and gasped.
Syon cursed.
The other two members of Toxsin had found them and joined Syon.
“They’re”—Kate pushed the waistband a little farther to get a better look at the new tattoo on Ramsey’s lower abdomen—“cherry blossoms.” Her voice was a horrified whisper.
Ramsey frowned and looked down. He was sobering up quickly, his expression turning deadly. “That bitch.”
“Damn it, Ramsey,” Syon snapped. “You can’t slip the leash like that.” He peered at the delicate, blush-pink blossoms.
“I wasn’t drunk when I went off with Tia,” Ramsey said.
“Damn straight you weren’t,” Taz said. “I would have stayed on your butt if you were.”
Ramsey was struggling to remember how he’d ended up with a tattoo. “I didn’t have that much.” His forehead furrowed as he tried to concentrate. He popped open the button on his waistband and looked down.
“Oh, shit,” Drake said, his British accent emerging.
“That’s bad,” Taz agreed.
“We’ve got to do something,” Syon confirmed.
Clearly tattooed on the singer’s body were two sprigs of pink cherry blossoms. They conflicted so badly with Ramsey’s dark image, his bandmates stared at him for long moments as shock held them silent. It was a serious crash-and-burn moment.
Kate pulled him closer to a streetlamp, hoping the light might show it to be a temporary tattoo.
No such luck.
“You’re screwed.” Kate detected the faint red marks from the needle. There was a slight gloss from Vaseline too.
“We’re screwed,” Syon added. “We’ve got a show in forty-eight hours.”
The members of Toxsin stuck together. Ramsey and Syon were tighter than most married couples. Kate had learned that firsthand when she’d met Syon and spent a season on tour with them as their costumer.
“It’s Toxsin!” someone yelled from across the street. There was the blare of a horn as the fangirls stepped right into traffic in their quest to connect with their music idols.
Kate reached out and refashioned Ramsey’s pants to hide the tattoo.
“I dreamed about this differently,” Ramsey drawled. “You took my pants
off
in my dreams. I remember that detail perfectly.”
“Right now, they need to stay on.” She fastened up his vest while she was at it, but the garment wasn’t going to hide the top half of the second blossom.
“We’ve got to get this fixed. Now,” Syon said. “That is going to show on stage, big time.”
They might have been sporting long hair and leather, making them look like society’s rejects, but all of them were dead serious when it came to their image. The potential for disaster the little feminine tattoo posed was off the scale.
As in…epic disaster.
The tabloids would have a field day if even one fuzzy picture surfaced. They’d just hit the Bay Area and had two days until show night. Ramsey was known for his guitar solos, and his lack of a shirt made sure his abs were on display.
“I don’t think cover-up is going to do the job on that one,” Drake offered.
“One little rub from the waistband of your pants, and it would be all over cyberspace,” Kate added.
“We need tattoo rescue. Like, now,” Taz said as he dug his phone out of his pocket and started searching the Internet. “The paparazzi get a shot of that, and we’re never going to live it down.”
“Well, gotta do what we gotta do for image…” Ramsey slid behind Kate, trapping her in front of him as a human shield as the fangirls made it to them.
Syon punched him in the shoulder, but all he did was smirk and rub his chin on top of her head.
“You’re so hot!”
“Can I have a picture with you?”
The girls squealed as they tried to push their way closer to Ramsey. Kate ended up sandwiched between them.
“Got it,” Taz said.
Drake went to work, settling his arms around the fangirls and steering them away as he charmed them with his British accent.
“Three blocks south. All-night tattoo parlor. Good references,” Taz said once the fans were out of earshot.
“Let’s check it out.” Syon whistled. A young Korean man looked up from where he’d been leaning against a streetlamp enjoying the view of the bay. “Better get some sleep, Kate.”
She let her bodyguard take her toward a black SUV with tinted windows. Syon and Taz surrounded Ramsey, guiding him away. They were three lean, hard bodies, and if she did say so herself, they were wearing really great leather pants. Kate took one last look at her work, as the leather showed off their prime butts, before she ducked into the SUV, Yoon holding the door for her.
Yoon claimed shotgun before the driver pulled the car away from the curb and took her back to the five-star hotel the band was staying at. The paparazzi were camped out as usual. They perked up as the car pulled up, raising their cameras as Yoon opened her door, ready to catch one of the members of the mega rock band Toxsin in a moment of inattention. There was a ripple of disappointment when they realized it was only her, but they were always ready to make the most of every opportunity to claim a headline.
“Hey, Kate, how is it being married to the Marquis?”
“Are you pregnant?”
“Is it true you’ve filed for divorce?”
“Are you allowing Syon to date?”
The paparazzi had no shame. They’d hound her with the most ridiculous questions, and as far as personal boundaries went, they didn’t have any. Taz had brought in his cousin Yoon to be her bodyguard and keep them at bay. The paparazzi stood behind velvet-covered ropes as Yoon swept them with a keen gaze to make sure they weren’t breaching the barriers the hotel had set up.
Yoon escorted her inside. He’d finally stopped shooting glares at the more insensitive questions. Hotel security was waiting for her, making sure none of the camera jockeys followed her inside.
“The boys still out?” Brenton, the band’s road manager, greeted her with a handshake and a room key card.
“Um…yes. And we have a problem, with Tia.”
Brenton fell into step beside her, never losing his congenial grin. Managing a mega superstar band like Toxsin meant the walls had ears and telephoto lenses. He waited until the penthouse elevator door closed the curious spectators out before his expression went serious.
“How big of a problem?” Brenton asked.
“Cherry blossoms.”
The road manager’s eyebrows lowered as he listened to her.
* * *
“What do you think you’re going to prove?”
Jewel tapped her fingers against the countertop and bit her lower lip. Her mom was just getting started.
“Don’t you appreciate the education your father and I paid for?”
“I do, Mom.” Jewel managed to keep her tone even and sweet. Really, it shouldn’t have taken much effort. At this point, she should be well acquainted with her mother’s disdain for her current employment choice.
But her skin wasn’t as thick as she’d like to think. The tone of her mother’s voice cut deep, slicing into the dream she was trying to live with the sharp blade of reality.
Don’t hate the messenger…
“Well, you wouldn’t know it by the way you’re playing around in that tattoo shop like some sort of orphan who didn’t have the benefit of a university education paid for by her parents,” her mom said.
“I just love art.”
“So love it.” Her mother was completely exasperated now, her breathing rough on the other end of the line. “What I don’t understand is why you aren’t using that marketing degree. You need to get out and start your career. If it was your own shop, I might understand. I hate to think about you suffering. Living in a death trap apartment, wondering where your next meal is coming from, sleeping on a futon.”
Guilt chewed on her. “Money isn’t that tight.”
