Rockstar Romance: Julian (Contemporary New Adult Bad Boy Rock Star Romance) (Hard Rock Star Series Book 3)
Authors: Jade Allen
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Julian
Hard Rock Star Series
Jade Allen
Copyright © 2016 by Jade Allen
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***This is the third book of the
Hard Rock Star
series. Each book within the series is
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Book 1:
North
Book 2:
Nick
Book 3:
Julian
Book 4:
Dan
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I shifted in my chair, looking around at the other members of the band; Ron had just left the room “to give you time to discuss the proposition from the label,” and true to our forms, we’d all stopped talking altogether.
“It’s not a bad deal,” Dan said quietly, breaking the silence.
“Yeah, but fucking Juniper Woolf? Are they even serious with that shit?” Nick shook his head in disgust. I twisted my hips so I could fish a half-finished pack of cigarettes out of my pocket; Alex looked at me as I shook one free of the box and found my lighter.
“If we can keep Julian from killing Fran, it might work,” Alex suggested.
“I won’t kill her,” I said, lighting my cigarette and taking as long a drag as I could fill my lungs with. “I’ll leave her alive.”
“The only reason they think this is a good idea is because of Jules’ rivalry with her,” Mark pointed out. “Maybe if you had a filter, dude…”
“Maybe if I had a filter I wouldn’t notice how much of an attention whore she is?” I rolled my eyes and blew smoke through my nose. “We can’t do it.”
“They’re promising us an extra half million for the next album if we do,” Dan pointed out. “And a bonus if their first album on the label sells fifty thousand.”
“We’re never going to see even a cent of that fucking bonus, dude,” I told Dan. “Who the hell’s going to buy the Juniper Woolf album? Fucking nobody, that’s who.” I took another drag of my cigarette and shook my head.
“Still, just the extra half mil is worth it,” Alex said. “We could make the next album huge with that kind of money.”
“That’s assuming none of us ends up in prison,” Mark said.
“Julian is all talk about Fran,” Nick told everyone. “He just doesn’t want to work with her because he’s worried she’ll cut in on his wanking time.”
“Like he’d even hesitate to jerk off with her in the room,” Alex said.
“If she walked in on me that’d be her problem,” I pointed out. Nick dug a cigarette out of his gig bag and lit it, and for a moment silence filled the room again.
“Half a million more for the next album,” Dan said finally. “Guys—that’s not chump change and you all know it.”
“Neither is two billion,” I said, flicking the ash off of the end of my cigarette in the general area of the ashtray. “But working with Juniper Woolf isn’t worth that, either.”
“Come on, Jules,” Alex said, looking me in the eye. “This could be really good for us.”
“Besides, apart from getting yourself involved with a drug ring like Mr. Alex North over here, or having sex with the rising music press star like Nick, what else can you do to promote us that would be better than putting aside your stupid fucking feud with Fran Chambers?” asked Mark.
I glanced at Mark. “I didn’t know it was my fucking job to promote us,” I told him. “I thought we had someone taking fifteen fucking percent from our royalties for that.”
“What’s your problem with her, anyway?” Dan looked up at me from his position on the floor, an eyebrow raised in query.
“Jules doesn’t need anything so petty as a
reason
to hate someone,” Nick said with a smirk. “He can judge someone’s worthiness within thirty seconds of meeting them.”
“He’s never made a decision that works against the interests of the band, though,” Dan countered. “I want to know where this all started.” I shrugged, leaning over the arm of the chair and reaching for the acoustic guitar I’d put aside when Ron had come in.
“She’s just an attention-seeking bitch and I can’t stand her,” I said, splaying my fingers over the fret board until I found the chord I wanted and picked at a few of the strings.
“They met like a year ago,” Nick told Dan. “We were out after one of the shows, and caught the tail end of Juniper Woolf.”
“So what happened?” I kept playing, ignoring Alex’s question; it had been around about the time that Alex had been either in rehab—meeting his girlfriend Mary—or on the run from the main dealer in South Florida.
“She threw glitter at him from the stage,” Nick said with a shrug. “Apparently she does that a lot.”
“Like I said,” I cut in, “she’s an attention-seeking bitch.”
“Did you get glitter in your eye or something?” Dan looked at me, incredulous. “I mean it’s not like we haven’t done some crazy shit to get attention.”
“You played an entire show in an Elvis costume,” Mark pointed out. “It wasn’t Halloween.”
“You guys were in costumes, too,” I said. “It’s not like I was the only person on the stage in a fucking costume.”
“But you still did it,” Alex insisted.
“Costumes are one thing,” I told him, shaking my head. “Throwing glitter at people? Christ.”
“Green glitter at that,” Nick said with a smirk. I stubbed out my cigarette and went back to playing.
“Can’t you put your stupid rivalry with her aside for a few months to get a deal for us?” I looked up at Alex and sighed.
“I will if she does,” I said, knowing I sounded petty as shit and not even caring. “Besides, she owes me an apology.”
“I doubt you’re going to get that from her,” Mark said, shaking his head.
“She’s not that bad,” Dan said. “I met her last week at Respectables up in West Palm.”
“The hell were you doing in West Palm?” I frowned at Dan.
“Girl I know works up there,” he said with a shrug. “Her car broke down and she needed a ride.”
“A ride or a
ride
?” In spite of myself, I laughed at Nick’s clarification.
“She got home safely in the morning,” Dan said, smiling slightly. “Anyway that’s not the point. The point is that Juniper Woolf was playing Respects and I chatted with them a bit afterward.”
“And what’s your verdict?” Alex looked from Dan to me and I played an off chord just to irritate him.
“They’re legit,” Dan said, shrugging. “Offstage, Fran’s pretty nice.”
“Did you give her a ride, too?” I gave Dan a significant look.
“She had a ride,” Dan told me. “Went home with the rest of her band after closing.”
“Jules,” Alex said, shifting in his chair and lighting a cig, “You’re the only holdout in the band. Come on, man—it can’t possibly be that bad. We’ll play a few joint shows with them, do a little PR bullshit, act like buddies for a few months, and get a huge fucking paycheck at the end of it all.”
“I think we should hold out for a full million,” Mark said, picking up his drumsticks and tapping a fast-paced staccato on the arm of his chair.
“They’re not going to give us a full million on top of our old budget,” Alex said, shaking his head. “A one and a half million dollar album? Are you crazy?”
“One million altogether is more than we’re worth for an album,” Dan added.
“If it was, we wouldn’t be getting it,” I pointed out. “They wouldn’t offer us that if they didn’t think we could make it back.”
“They think we can make it back between our sales and Juniper Woolf’s,” Nick said.
“Okay—let’s make this at least somewhat official,” Alex said, raising his hands in the air. “All in favor of taking the deal?” Nick, Dan, and Alex raised their hands. “All opposed?” I raised my hand. Alex looked at Mark sharply. “What about you, Marky?”
“I’m abstaining,” Mark said, grinning. “I don’t want anyone in the band pissed at me for backing the wrong side.”
“Come on, just fucking vote,” Alex told him. Mark looked at me, at Dan, and then at Alex.
“Fine,” Mark said finally. “I’m in favor of it, as long as Julian can keep from getting himself arrested for vandalism or something like that.”
“You’re the only holdout, Jules,” Alex told me.
“I thought we’d agreed that we either all agree on something or we don’t do it,” I pointed out; it was an old agreement in the band: if any one member of the band disagreed with a deal, or didn’t want to do something that impacted the whole band, we didn’t do it.
“That shit went out the window when everyone voted me into rehab,” Alex said, shaking his head. “But I’d appreciate it if you’d at least give it a fair chance.” I sighed and found another cigarette in my pack, lighting it as I considered. Alex was right; there was no point in holding out when everyone else in the band wanted to move forward with what we were doing.
“Make sure Ron has a lawyer on retainer for us,” I said as I exhaled a plume of smoke. “I have the feeling we’re going to need it. I’m in.”
