Rock Star: Music & Lyrics Book 1

by Emma Lea

  Rock Star

  Music & Lyrics Book 1

  Emma Lea

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  Copyright © 2017 Emma Lea

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  Contents

  Other books by Emma Lea

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Acknowledgments

  Playlist

  About the Author

  Thanks

  A teaser from the next book…

  Chapter One of Songbird

  Other books by Emma Lea

  Other books by Emma Lea

  This is Emma Lea’s complete book library at time of publication, but more books are coming out all the time. Find out every time Emma releases something by clicking here and signing up for her New Release Alerts.

  SWEET ROMANCES

  These are romantic tales without the bedroom scenes and the swearing, but that doesn’t mean they’re boring!

  The Young Royals

  A Royal Engagement

  A Royal Entanglement

  A Royal Entrapment

  A Royal Expectation

  Bookish Book Club Novellas

  Meeting Prince Charming

  Broken Arrow Trilogy

  Broken

  Cursed

  Eternal

  SWEET & SEXY ROMANCES

  In my Sweet & Sexy Romances I turn up the heat with a little bit of sexy. No swearing, or very minimal swearing, and brief, tasteful and not too graphic bedroom scenes.

  Love, Money & Shoes Series

  Walk of Shame

  Strictly Business

  Skin Deep

  In The Money

  All At Sea

  Love, Money & Shoes Novellas

  The Five Year Plan

  Summer Fling

  Standalone Novels

  Amnesia

  HOT & SEXY ROMANCES

  Hot & Spicy Romances turn the heat way up. They contain swearing and sexy scenes and the characters get hot under the collar.

  Recommended for 18+ readers

  TGIF Series

  Girl Friday

  Black Friday

  Good Friday

  Twelve Days

  Twelve Days of Christmas - Her Side of the Story

  Twelve Days of Christmas - His Side of the Story

  Quickies (Collins Bay Novellas)

  Last Call

  Standalone Novels

  Learning to Breathe

  TOO HOT TO HANDLE ROMANCES

  These are definitely 18+ reads and contain graphic sex scenes and high level swearing – not for the faint of heart

  The Young Billionaires

  The Billionaire Stepbrother

  The Billionaire Daddy

  The Billionaire Muse

  The Billionaire Replacement (coming soon)

  Music & Lyrics

  Rock Star

  Songbird

  Strings

  About this book

  Nate Nash was a rock star… used to be a rock star.

  Now he was just a sad cautionary tale. He’d been living the high life for the last five years, since he was discovered in a dive bar. He’d chosen a chance at fame over loyalty to his friend and duet partner. He walked away from her when the record company told him they didn’t want her. Five years later, having made too many bad decisions and lost too many nights to the pleasures of the flesh, his career had tanked and now the record company that signed him wanted its pound of flesh.

  To make him feel even worse his partner, Stevie Jacks - the one he walked away from in order to take the record deal - had just hit the big time. It was just his luck that when his life was on the way down the crapper, hers was headed for the stratosphere.

  Was there any way he could salvage his flagging career and repair the rift between them?

  This is part one of a two-part story - a happily ever after is not guaranteed and it may very well end on a cliff-hanger.

  *This is a ‘Too hot to Handle’ Romance on the Emma Lea rating scale - These are definitely 18+ reads and contain graphic sex scenes and high level swearing – not for the faint of heart

  To everyone who’s ever had a celebrity crush

  Chapter One

  Present Day

  Summoned to the the Rocksteady office like a naughty school boy. That’s how Nate felt. He knew his album sales were abysmal. He’d pretty much prophesied it when he’d heard the final cut. The album was shit, but no one had listened to him. Rocksteady had ‘tweaked’ his image so much that the real Nate Nash had disappeared and what remained was some bad cliché of the label’s idea of what a rock star should look like. Now they were upset about it.

  Nate knew exactly when things had started to go bad. As he was riding the high of his second album, he’d lost sight of both the music and himself. He’d gotten greedy and lazy. There had been no one to pull him aside and tell him what a fucking idiot he was being, because he was surrounded by people who blew so much smoke up his ass he couldn't see straight. It had made him arrogant and self-centered and he’d lost his way. The casualty was his music and his fans.

  Now the label wanted to discuss his contract. He’d known it was coming, as they’d only signed him for a four record deal and he’d given them that, even if the last two were pieces of crap. Four records, five years of his life and his soul. That’s what it had cost him. What he didn’t know was why he was being summoned.

  Knowing that his contract was just about up with Rocksteady, he’d begun to put feelers out to see about doing an album with someone else, something like he used to do. Something like the old Nate Nash. Maybe Rocksteady had heard that he was looking around or maybe they just wanted to can his ass and write him off as a bad deal.

  The radio blasted as the wind tossed his hair about and the sun shone down, warm and bright. It was May and the perfect spring day to drive with the top down. He hadn’t driven himself around much these last few years. His schedule had been crazy busy in the beginning and it was easier to have a car pick him up and ferry him around. He could work or sleep or fuck in the back of a limo. This last year had been different though and he hadn’t been as busy. He hadn’t been in such high demand and he’d missed driving. He didn’t want to dwell too much on that, or on the fact that his phone had stopped ringing and that they’d cut his last tour short because the ticket sales had been so bad. No, he just missed driving.

  “Next up a brand new song from a brand new band on the scene. We hear good things about this group and they’ll be touring with Lily Ames this summer, but remember you heard it here first. ‘You Walked Away’ by Court’n Jacks,” the radio announcer blared from his speakers.

  Nate was only half listening. He hadn’t heard of Court’n Jacks. He was so far out of the loop that no one gave him insider tips anymore. Lily Ames was a hot pro
perty at the moment and any band that toured with her was going to gain some major air-time.

  Then his world came to a screeching halt.

  He pulled over to the side of the road, cutting off other cars as he swerved through two lanes of traffic. He didn’t care about the cacophony of horns or the screamed profanities at his lack of driving skill, he just had to pull over or he would end up causing a pile-up on the freeway. He knew that fucking voice, it haunted his dreams. Stevie Jacks was the ‘Jacks’ part of ‘Court’n Jacks.’

  “Fu-ck,” he said, drawing the word out like an exhalation.

  She sounded fucking amazing. The song was going to blaze through the charts and she was going to be a fucking superstar. It was almost karmic that her career was taking off just as his was being flushed down the crapper. God, what had he been thinking walking away from her? He’d been such an arrogant asshole, so full of his own fucking brilliance that he had sold her out. Rocksteady had offered him his dream on a silver platter and he’d climbed over Stevie to get it. Sure, he’d tasted the ambrosia of success, but it had been fleeting and it had cost him his integrity in the process.

  He took out his phone and Shazammed the song and then hit the link for iTunes. He scrolled through the album songs and wondered just how many were about him. The strains of ‘You’re So Vain’ played in his head, but he couldn’t help wondering if Stevie had used her songs to burn him in effigy. He deserved it. He fucking deserved it. He owed her so much but he had just walked away like it was nothing, like the years they had spent together meant nothing. He’d lost his best friend all those years ago all because of his screwed up idea of success.

  The song on the radio ended and he blue toothed his phone and hit play on Stevie’s album. Her voice surrounded him in all its glory and the old familiar, but in recent times elusive, buzz under his skin vibrated through him. He knew that if he had stuck with Stevie, their success might have taken longer, but they would’ve gotten there eventually and he wouldn’t have his name on two records that were shit. He wouldn’t feel like he’d compromised himself into a corner and sold out. He wouldn’t feel like he had let his fans down as he bowed to the pressure from the label. He and Stevie, Jacks & Nash, could’ve been big if only he’d had the balls to hold on and trust in what they had. Instead he walked away to follow his own path and now he was paying the price.

  ‘Cold Hard Bitch’ cut through Stevie’s voice and he looked at his phone screen and rolled his eyes. He punched the answer button and put on his fake smile.

  “Gina,” he said.

  “Where the hell are you Nash?”

  “I’m fine thanks, and you?”

  “If you are not here in fifteen minutes—”

  “Cool your jets, hot stuff, I’m five minutes away.”

  The call disconnected and Stevie’s voice filled the car again. He was so done with Rocksteady, so ready to cut ties with them and find his way back. Hearing Stevie’s voice reminded him of what he had left behind, of what he could have been. He needed to find the path that led back to that place where music was everything and all the other shit was just that - shit.

  Five Years Ago

  The adrenalin buzzed under Nate’s sweat-soaked skin and his knee bobbed erratically with his need to keep moving. He should be exhausted, but the intoxication of performing always amped him up instead of depleting him. Was there any better feeling than being on stage and singing your heart out? Maybe sex, but sometimes even that came second to the feeling that he had when he was in the limelight. It was addictive, the best high he could ever imagine and after a set like that one, he felt like the luckiest son of a bitch on earth.

  He lifted the long-neck to his mouth and took a long draft, the cool liquor soothing his raw throat. Stevie was still backstage packing away their gear, but he was too keyed up to deal with it. She’d shooed him out to the main bar area and told him she would join him soon. He didn’t need to be told twice.

  There was something different about tonight, something in the air that he could almost taste. They’d played this bar regularly for the last couple of years and they were always well received, but tonight… tonight felt more. He couldn’t explain it, couldn’t define what it was, but there was definitely something in the atmosphere.

  “Great set tonight Nate,” someone said as they walked past, patting his shoulder.

  “Thanks man,” he replied automatically to the retreating back.

  The Red Boot wasn’t much, just another small town bar that was popular with the locals, but they’d been the first place to give Jacks & Nash a paying gig and there was always a good turnout whenever they performed. Jacks & Nash - that’s what he and Stevie had called themselves the first time they’d performed together for a school talent show. They’d flipped a coin to see whose name went first, and she’d won. It was only fair. Stevie Jacks was the driving force behind their duo and he had been just along for the ride, right up until that first performance and then he’d gotten it. Music had just been a bit of fun before, but after that first time up on stage, he’d known…that was what he wanted to do for the rest of his life.

  “Nate Nash?”

  Nate turned to see a dark haired beauty wearing a pair of jeans so tight that they looked painted on, and a yellow leather jacket over a black scoop-necked top. He let his eyes wander over her body, taking in each inch of her from her knee high black leather boots to her tumble of dark curls that fell over her shoulders. He wasn’t a stranger to having women approach him after a gig, but she wasn’t the usual type. When their eyes met, she cocked an eyebrow and pursed her lips before sticking out her hand.

  “I’m Gina Grimes,” she said, “I work for Rocksteady Records.”

  He took her hand and shook it slowly. “Are you shitting me?”

  The side of her mouth quirked up, but her eyes remained cool. “No,” she said, “do you want to see my business card?”

  “Sure,” he said turning back to the bar and taking a drink, hoping to get his nerves under control. When he turned back to her, she had a business card in her hand. He took it and read the words, still not believing it.

  “Look,” she said and then sighed as she leant against the bar. “We saw a clip of you on YouTube and we’re interested.”

  He held up his hands to slow her down. “Hang on a minute,” he said. “Let me go get Stevie and then we can all sit down together.”

  “Is he your agent?” Gina asked.

  “No she’s the girl that was singing with me, the other half of Jacks & Nash.”

  Gina’s lips thinned for a moment and her eyes were hard before she shook her head. It was just one quick decisive shake. “We don’t want her, we only want you.”

  “Shit,” he breathed, running his hand through his hair.

  Gina’s eyes wandered around the bar before coming back to rest on him. There was a look in her eye, a look that said coming here tonight was beneath her and she really didn’t want to be here. Which meant that she must have seen something in him to make her come.

  “Look,” she said, “I get it. She’s your girlfriend and you don’t want to leave her behind, but she’s holding you back. She’s cute and all and her voice is okay, but that’s not what we’re looking for. We like your sound and your guitar work and if you work with us we can pretty much guarantee you a hit record, but it has to be just you.”

  “She’s not my girlfriend,” he said automatically as he reread the business card she’d handed him.

  “What?”

  “Stevie,” he said, looking up at Gina. “She’s not my girlfriend. I mean, we’re friends and, well, she’s a girl, but we’re not involved.”

  “Well that makes it easier then,” Gina said with a tight smile that didn’t travel past her nose.

  Fuck. What was he supposed to do?

  “I—I’m gonna need to think it over,” he said. “Stevie and I have been together for a while—”

  “I’ve booked a studio for Monday morning, nine a.m. The address is
on the back of the card. We want to cut a demo with you, no strings. We want to make sure that you’ve got the goods when you’re in the studio. If you like us and we still like you after that, then,” she shrugged, “we’ll have a contract for you.”

  “I need to discuss it—”

  “Be there,” she said tapping a long red nail on the card. “Or don’t be, the choice is yours.”

  Nate watched her walk away not quite knowing what the hell had just happened.

  He picked up his beer and drained it.

  “Jenny,” he called to the bartender, “I’ll have another one of these.”

  “Sure thing Nate,” she said flipping the top off a cold bottle and sliding it across the bar to him.

  He smelled her perfume first and then heard her voice.

  “Who was that you were talking to?” Stevie asked as she slipped onto the stool beside him.

  “She’s from Rocksteady Records,” he said. “Said she saw us on YouTube and came to check us out.”

  “Shit, really?” Stevie said, accepting the vodka and lime from Jenny. “I put up the clip that Darla took from last month’s gig. It’s gotten a few hits, but, shit, Rocksteady? Really?”

  He nodded and took another long pull of his drink.