Accidental Rockstar: a Single-Dad Rock Star Romance
Accidental Rockstar: a Single-Dad Rock Star Romance
Will he get his daughter back?
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Synopsis
Synopsis
Danielle doesn’t want the job babysitting an alcoholic rock star, but she has no choice. It’s Ben’s last chance to atone for his past and keep his visitation rights to the one person who matters: his daughter. It’s strictly business… until an overzealous fan goes too far.
Danielle doesn’t want the job babysitting the ‘spoiled’ rock star. Ben’s not thrilled with the arrangement either—but he’ll do whatever it takes to get his daughter back. It’s just business… until it’s not.
The only place rock star Benjamin Lawson really feels at home is on stage. Offstage, his life is another story. Resisting the temptation of the bottle is a constant struggle, even though his drinking left a trail of destruction behind him. He’s not thrilled to be saddled with a keeper, but having someone to help him stay on the straight and narrow may be his last chance, not only to atone for his past, but to keep his visitation rights to the only person who matters: his daughter.
It’s just a job…
The last thing video producer Danielle de Luca wants is to babysit a spoiled rock star. But with work in Hollywood hard to come by, and family debts to pay off, she reluctantly accepts the personal assistant job. All she has to do is keep the Rick Springfield look-alike out of trouble and off the booze. Everything should be fine as long as she keeps the relationship strictly business—not so easy when Ben is sex personified every time he picks up a guitar.
Home is where the heart is…
Ben’s a lover, not a fighter, and women are almost as good a distraction as alcohol. But when an overzealous fan goes too far, can Ben open his heart to Danielle’s help? As she struggles to hide the shocking truth about her own family, can Danielle help Ben discover that his true home isn’t when he’s rockin’ it on the stage, but when he’s in the arms of those who truly love him for himself?
*** Includes BONUS: Ben’s Performance Play List! ***
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💙 Sample Chapter
💙 Sample Chapter
Danielle held tight to Ben’s hand as they ran like guilty schoolchildren. She thanked her lucky stars she’d left her high heels in L.A.
Ben seemed guided by some inner GPS as he turned them down one block and then another. Was he bringing them back to the car?
“Here!” He tugged her to the left. She nearly stumbled on the steps. He slowed down for her, then stretched to catch a closing door just before it latched. He cracked the door only as wide as necessary to pull them both inside.
The door closed with a satisfying CLICK.
She leaned against the wall, trying to catch her breath. Footsteps sounded on the stairwell to their left—presumably the person they’d followed in—but no sound came from outside. It appeared they’d outrun any potential fan mob.
The small foyer was lined with mail slots, indicating they were in some kind of apartment building.
Next to her, Ben chuckled.
She giggled.
Then they were both laughing uncontrollably.
“I can’t believe you did that,” Ben said between fits of laughter.
“Did you see that guy’s face?” She gasped.
More laughter.
“That was amazing!” Ben grasped both sides of her face and brought his lips to hers.
The contact shocked her to a standstill.
Ben also went still. His mouth left hers, but it hovered there, so close that she felt his breath gusting against her lips. He still cradled her face in his hands and she couldn’t move.
His mouth came down on hers again, this time more intentionally. He tasted like coke and vanilla. He molded his lips to hers and sucked gently with each kiss.
Her knees went weak and she hooked her arms under his to stay upright. She grasped his shoulders as she melted into his heat and scent.
He traced her lower lip with this tongue, then gently pushed past her lips, persuading her to open…
When his tongue touched hers, she jumped, pushing them apart.
“Oh my God!” She said. “We did not—We just—”
She slapped a hand over her mouth where it burned with his heat.
“I believe the word you’re looking for is kissed,” he said.
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