Wasted: A Single Daddy Rockstar Romance

by Andrea Smith, Gina A. Jones

Genres: Contemporary Romance; New Adult Romance; Romantic Suspense; Friends to lovers; Love Triangles; rockstar romance; rock star romance; Surprise Baby; Single Dad romance; single daddy rockstar

Synopsis

For fans of A Star is Born, this single daddy rock-star romance will tug at your heart with more surprises in store.

NO MEMORY OF A ONE-NIGHT STAND RESULTS IN A SURPRISE PREGNANCY.

His looks, his sex appeal, and enough groupies to totally notch-out his bedpost is Emmett Jackson’s current problem. But it’s about to get worse. Poor choices and toxic decisions have splintered his dreams for the future just as his band, Wasted, is gaining fame. 

Emmett has no memory of sleeping with his band mate's younger sister. And now, he’s about to become a father. Everything the band has worked for is now at risk. Rules have been drawn between Emmett and the mother of his baby. Life on the road is tough, especially when you’re committed to being a good father.

But what will happen when a new lead female singer joins the band, and she’s everything Emmett's ever wanted?  Olivia is sexy, has the voice of Stevie Nicks, and a body that rocks his world. When a duet puts these two together on stage with no more than a whisper between them, the chemistry is palpable. 

Purchase WASTED, and find out how these two will ever find the love they deserve, and what shocking revelations surface that will rock Emmett's world!

ADULT CONTENT.

Release date: August 21, 2020

Publisher: Meatball Taster Publishing, LLC

Print pages: 238

Content advisory: 18+

Sample

Chapter 1

 As soon as my feet hit the carpeted floor, I pulled on my boxers. I headed out of my bedroom towards my kitchen to make coffee.  I glanced at the clock on my stove and saw that it was past eleven. I had practice at one, and my head was still foggy from all the partying we did after the gig last night. It came with the territory and, as much as I got into the after-hour festivities, last night was over the top as partying goes.

 As soon as my coffee maker filled the mug, I spooned some sugar into it and stirred it. Just as I took a sip of the hot, highly-caffeinated brew, I saw what could only have been an overnight guest come into the living area of my trailer, wearing only her panties and the shirt I'd played in last night.  She had a bad case of bedhead going on and, as she closed in on me from where I stood behind the breakfast bar, she greeted me with a smile and a timid, "Mind if I grab a mug of coffee, Emmett?"

 I raked a hand through my hair, trying like hell to remember the chick's name. "Uh, sure, help yourself, babe."   I always addressed the one-nighter chicks as "babe" if their names eluded me. This was one of those times. Damn if I hadn't gotten totally wasted last night.

Her eyes flickered over me almost possessively as she brushed past me and reached up to grab a clean mug from the open cupboard. She filled it to the brim.

 "Uh, do you need cream for your coffee? I think I might have some milk left in the fridge.  Can't guarantee it hasn't expired though," I told her. "I make my java pretty damn strong, so you've been warned."

 "No," she purred, leaning back against the counter and holding the coffee mug in both hands as she took a tentative sip, her eyes never leaving mine. "You're right about that, but I like it strong. I love all strong things," she said, tossing out some sort of a provocative look that was wasted on me.

 "Okay then. Well, hey, enjoy it. I'm gonna grab a shower and try to get rid of this hangover before I leave for practice.  Unless . . . do you need a lift back to--?"  I couldn't finish the sentence because I didn't recall where I latched onto her last night.  In fact, I didn't even remember hitting the sheets with her last night or early this morning, whatever the situation might've been.

 She gave a soft giggle. "We Ubered it back here, remember?"

 Actually, no, I didn't remember. But I was relieved neither of us had gotten behind the wheel, nonetheless. "Shit," I said, "Okay, so I'll call Coop to see if he can give me a ride to get my truck."

 "My sister in law is on her way to pick me up," she replied, taking another sip of her coffee.  "Thankfully, she's not the type to lecture me, unlike my brother."

  I wasn't sure why she shared this information with me. I only hoped her sister-in-law lived close by so I could get babe out of my place and get on with my Saturday afternoon plans. We had another gig tonight at the V.F.W. for a private party. It wasn't that she was unattractive or anything. She was a pretty cute chick.  She had long brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. I couldn't help but notice her tanned and toned legs since my shirt only covered her bare necessities. She caught me glancing over at her and she suddenly looked like she was ready to devour me. Hell, I must've totally rocked her world last night, because it was pretty damn obvious now that I'd fucked that smile onto her face.

 It wasn't going to happen, though. "I gotta get going," I announced.

 Her smile faded. "I better get dressed. Katie should be here any minute," she said, placing her coffee mug in the sink and brushing past me, her hand rubbed my backside as she did. She walked back down the hallway towards my bedroom, and finally, it hit me.

 Katie?

 Katie.

 Fuck!  Was the Katie she referred to as her sister in law, the same Katie who Ace Coulter was married to?   If so, that meant my one-nighter was Ace's sister?

 My head pounded even harder at the implication.  Just as that thought invaded my mind, I heard the sound of a car horn outside and quickly peeked out between the mini blinds of my front window that faced the drive in the trailer park where I lived.

 Shit!  It was indeed Ace's beater car, a '98 Camaro in dire need of new wheels and a paint job.

 Fuck me.

 I was relieved that Katie didn't get out of the car to come up to the door.  What the hell would I say?  What the hell could I say? 

 "Katie's here!" I hollered down the hallway.  My one-nighter came out of the bathroom, fully dressed, still wearing my Wasted tee-shirt.

 "On my way," she chirped, tossing a sweet smile my way.  "Hope you don't mind, but I really love this tee.  It smells like you, Emmett. Can I keep it?"

 I had several more, so it was no big deal except that I still held out hope that Ace wasn't aware of my tryst with his, what I could only guess, was a younger sister.  Not sure of her age, but Ace was twenty-one, and I was sure she was a few years younger, hopefully not too many years or I could be in trouble with the law over shit like this, and that, I didn't need.

 "Sure, babe," I said, opening the door so she could hurry on out.

 She stopped and tossed her arms around my neck, standing on her tiptoes, and laying a lip lock on me as if we were committed lovers who hated being apart even for a minute. 

            Good God.

 "Last night was the best," she murmured.  "I hope we do it again soon, Emmett. By the way, your vocals totally knock me out. You are like the best front man since Bret Michaels!  I mean, he's always been my crush. You remind me of him so much. You are so fucking talented. Of course, Ace thinks so, too. See ya."

 "Thanks, babe," I replied. I then tossed in, "It was a slice of heaven," so I didn't feel like a complete shit for not knowing her name, or even remembering what had transpired between us.

 She smiled, giving me one last peck on the lips, and then scurried out to catch her ride.

 I'll repeat it, this time with even more meaning:  Fuck. My. Life.