Rock Star Redemption

by Jenna Galicki

  Rock Star Redemption

  Radical Rock Stars: Book Four

  Jenna Galicki

  Beau to Beau Publishing

  www.beautobeau.com

  This book is also available in print.

  Copyright 2015 Jenna Galicki

  ISBN: 978-1-6184-5359-4

  All Rights Reserved

  Credit to: Shauna Kruse, Kruse Images & Photography: Models & Boudoir

  Cover Designer: Taria Reed, The Reed Files

  Synopsis:

  I live life in the fast lane.

  My days and nights are a never-ending party of women, fast cars and alcohol.

  I’m the one your father warned you about.

  I have everything I ever wanted – except Audra Abelman.

  She was always the good girl.

  She was off limits.

  I held out for almost a decade.

  It’s time to set her inner bad girl free.

  I’m Jimmy Wilder, and I’m going to claim the most sought after girl in the record industry.

  Warning: This book is for mature audiences only.

  Introduction:

  Jimmy Wilder has the sex life every rock star dreams about. The notorious playboy of America’s number one punk rock band can have any woman he wants, except the one who holds his heart. This bad boy needs to curb his sinful ways before she’ll show any interest in him, but there’s one more problem – she’s the boss’s daughter.

  Audra Abelman, heir to one of the most powerful record labels in the country, just landed her dream job as tour manager for her favorite band. She’s been Immortal Angel’s number one groupie for years, and she’s been privy to the out-of-control lifestyle of their radical drummer. Trapped on a tour bus with the charismatic Jimmy Wilder, she falls victim to his irresistible charm, but she refuses to compromise her ethics. He needs to get his life together before she’ll give him a second glance, but a bigger obstacle stands in their way – her father.

  Copyright and Disclaimer:

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  This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains material which may be considered offensive by some readers.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or yet to be born, is purely coincidental and entirely unintentional.

  Published in the United States of America.

  Chapter One

  One woman between his legs, one straddled across his face and another licking his chest – life didn’t get much better than this. The tour bus dipped and the four of them bounced off the mattress just as Jimmy Wilder exploded into the beautiful brunette’s mouth. They had been going at it for the entire ride from Chicago, and now collapsed in a tangled heap of sexually satiated hard bodies.

  The bus jolted to a stop and interrupted Jimmy’s state of bliss. He slapped the redhead next to him on her perfect naked ass. “This is your stop, sweets.” He threw on a pair of jeans and tossed a few hundred dollar bills on the bed. “Get yourselves a taxi back home. Thanks for the good time.”

  He left the girls to dress and let themselves out. He needed to quench his thirst, and there was an ice cold beer beckoning to him from the fridge. He cracked open a Budweiser and took a long, refreshing gulp before he joined the rest of the band and their chicks in the living area.

  Tommy Blade claimed his familiar seat between his wife Jessi and his lover Angel Garcia. He had an arm draped around each of their shoulders and wore a smile as bright as the blue of his eyes. Jessi stroked Tommy’s long, blond hair, and Angel rested a hand on Tommy’s thigh. Across from the trio sat Damien and Alyssa Diamond, quietly talking to one another.

  Alyssa turned to Jimmy and flipped her long, black hair over her shoulder. “At least put the music on or something. You know that flimsy door doesn’t block any noise. You’ve heard these three.” She looked directly at Tommy and raised her brow. “I don’t know what the hell Jessi and Angel are doing to you, but I’d really love to know.”

  Laughter bellowed from Tommy’s mouth, and he pulled Angel and Jessi a little closer to him. “It’s not easy keeping up with these two.”

  Jimmy turned the cap from his beer between his fingers a few times, before he flicked it across the table. “I’ve been thinking.” He sat down next to Damien, but addressed Angel. “Why do you three always get the bedroom and we get stuck in those cramped bunks? It’s not fair, man.” His cheeks displayed a dimpled smile while his thoughts went to the last hour and a half of fun with the two brunettes and the redhead. “We’d all like a little more room and privacy for entertainment when the bus is in motion. I think we should share the bedroom.” He slapped Damien on the back in an effort to get his friend on board with the idea. “Isn’t that right?”

  Damien nodded, which caused his big, blue mohawk to sway high on top of his head. “I wouldn’t mind a decent night’s sleep with my girl when we’re on the road.”

  Alyssa sat back and her heavy black-rimmed eyes widened. “I’d rather sleep on the floor than lie down in that cum-soaked community bed.”

  Jimmy’s three ladies appeared from the bedroom, strengthening Alyssa’s assessment about the cleanliness of the bed. Each lady gave him a wet kiss, and he gave each of them a pat on the butt as they passed through the center aisle of the bus and out the front exit.

  Alyssa rolled her eyes. “My point exactly.” She nodded her chin toward Angel, Tommy and Jessi. “At least I know these three. I have no idea what you’d bring into that bed, Jimmy.”

  Angel cringed at the comment.

  Jimmy took a long sip of his beer, and his thoughts drifted back once again to his romp with the three lovely ladies. It was rare that he scored the bedroom, and the extra room afforded an array of pleasing positions. “I can use the hotel when we stay overnight, but when we’re on the road and I have company, I want access to the bedroom.”

  “I never meant to claim the back bedroom,” Angel said. “You’re welcome to it.”

  Tommy shrugged and tucked his hair behind one ear. “I’m used to getting sandwiched between these two, so squeezing into a single bunk once in a while won’t bother me. We still have the hotel room when we stop.” He placed a loving hand on Jessi’s knee. “You okay with that, hon?”

  She tilted her head to give him a mischievous smile, and her hot pink hair caught a ray of sunlight that filtered through the window. “I don’t know how the three of us are supposed to fit in a single bunk, but it might be fun to figure it out.”

  “Yes,” Angel agreed. “As long as we don’t smother poor Tommy.”

  Jimmy laughed softly under his breath. He knew all too well about the hazards of trying to fit multiple bodies in the small bunk. “Be prepared to find at least one of them on the floor,” he warned Damien and Alyssa. “My naked ladies are always falling out of my bunk at the most inopportune moments. That’s why I always take one of the bottom beds.” He flashed a smile. “That’s a headline that would make Mr. Abelman’s head spin – Immortal Angel Groupie Breaks Arm Falling From Paradise.”

  “My father would hit the roof!”

  It was a voice that made Jimmy’s heart flutter and his head spin. “Audra!” He stood to greet her with a spark in his eye, and hoped she didn’t hear the last part abou
t the multiple women in his bed. “What brings you aboard this crazy train?”

  Her eyes dropped to his bare chest. “Our limo is having mechanical difficulties. The driver just ordered a replacement, but I decided I’d rather join Immortal Angel.” Her face lit up with excitement, just like it always did when she spoke about the band. “As your new tour manager, I thought it would be an educational experience for me to see the shenanigans that go on when you travel. I’m on this tour bus for the next four weeks.”

  Smiles spread across Jessi and Alyssa’s faces. The girls were close with Audra and welcomed another female on the bus to balance out the testosterone level. Tommy was unfazed, but Angel and Damien went rigid and exchanged an uneasy glance, both apprehensive about Audra’s direct line to Mr. Abelman.

  Jimmy was ecstatic. He had his eye on Audra Abelman for years, but he never dared to make a move on the eldest daughter of the head of their record label. Now he may finally have his chance. He turned on his sexiest, panty-melting grin. “I’m overjoyed to have you on the bus with us, Audra. We’re gonna give you the full rock star experience. I hope you’re ready for it.”

  In the background, Jimmy heard Angel groan.

  Chapter Two

  Audra Abelman, heir to Falcon Records, never acted like a spoiled rich kid. She had always preferred the gritty rock and roll clubs of Brooklyn, rather than the ritzy socialite lifestyle. It was the small neighborhood bars that introduced her to Immortal Angel, and she had been following the band since its early days when they were virtually unknown. As newly appointed tour manager of her favorite band, she was living her dream. She just wished her sister Kira was with her, instead of working out of Falcon Headquarters in New York City. Over the last few years, they had gone from excited groupies to executives at their family-owned record empire.

  Audra was overjoyed at the idea of spending time on the bus with the band. Driving around in a chauffeured custom limousine had its perks, but she was looking for some thrills. Traveling with Marissa Torres, the band’s PR rep and right hand to her father, didn’t exactly provoke a wild time. “We’re going to have so much fun together!” She directed her exclamation at Jessi and Alyssa. She loved those girls. They were the perfect rock star wives.

  “It’ll be nice to even things out a little.” Alyssa flashed her eyes towards the guys. “It’s like living with animals around here sometimes.”

  “I don’t know about this.” Angel was uncomfortable with her new plan. “This isn’t the right environment for you, Audra. Things can get a little out of control sometimes.” He glanced at Jimmy, but it was such a subtle connotation, she almost missed it. “I don’t want you exposed to some of the raunchy behavior that we can exhibit at times.”

  This was coming from a man who used to practically maul Tommy on stage without inhibition. Audra let out a small laugh at the irony.

  “He’s right,” Damien agreed. “You’re too classy to be around some of the shit that goes on here.”

  Jessi leaned over to look directly at Damien. “Are you saying that me and Alyssa aren’t classy?” She was teasing, but Damien never cracked a smile.

  “You two are hardcore chicks. She’s not.”

  Alyssa scooted forward to the end of her seat to join the conversation. “Then we’ll just have to convert her.” She looked up at Audra with a sinister smile. “You’ll be one of us in no time.”

  An excited tingle ran down Audra’s back.

  Tommy stood up from the couch, which caused his Metallica T-shirt to pull across his broad chest and shoulders. He was six feet of sexy. He got a beer from the fridge and handed it to Audra. “Don’t listen to them. It’ll be fun.”

  Angel shook his head at Tommy and rolled his eyes with affection. “Tommy Blade, you are such an instigator.”

  Audra loved watching them together. She had known Angel for almost a decade and she’d never seen him happier. There was such genuine love between the three, that their unconventional relationship seemed perfectly natural.

  A hot, sweaty, tattooed chest was suddenly pressed against Audra’s cheek. Jimmy’s powerful arms had pulled her in for a hug before she knew what had happened. Another chill ran down her back, this time from the proximity of the hard, naked muscles that were plastered against her face. Her gaze traveled up to Jimmy’s pale blue eyes, and he broke out into one of his famous smiles. It encompassed both cheeks and was filled with charismatic charm. A dimple on the left side of his cheek winked at her with coy innuendo.

  “I hope you’re ready for a good time,” Jimmy said in his sexiest voice.

  Her gaze was fixed on him, and she was locked in his embrace. Her hands were on his waist, and his mouth was only a few inches from hers. Her blood was pumping at an accelerated rate, and she was sure he felt her heart beating against his chest. She’d never had an attraction toward him before. He was sexy and handsome, but he was always surrounded by an entourage of different women. Even now, the musky scent of sex was all over him. She had seen the three women that left the bus and knew right away they had been there for him. She knew he had a reputation as a notorious playboy, and she’d read all the headlines, but she assumed they had been exaggerated. The multiple women exiting the bus made her wonder if there was more truth behind his reputation than she realized.

  Chapter Three

  Sleeping in the tiny bunk on the tour bus was like sleeping in a coffin. It was dark, stuffy and boxed in. After almost two weeks on the road with the band, Audra was starting to rethink her decision to ditch the limo and hop on Immortal Angel’s tour bus. She loved traveling with the band, but the flashy, state-of-the-art mode of transportation was deceiving. It wasn’t as exciting or glamorous as she had envisioned. She hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep since they left Chicago. The mattress was thin, and she felt every bump in the road, while Marissa got to fly first class on the longer jaunts between shows.

  Audra was exhausted, but she couldn’t sleep until she knew the bus was on the road and headed toward Miami. She was anal like that. She found the button that turned on the overhead light. It was more blinding than illuminating, but it was better than sitting in the dark. There was a small television screen built into the far wall, and she clicked through the channels. She couldn’t concentrate on anything for any length of time, so she turned it off.

  There was a panel with buttons on the exterior wall that she hadn’t noticed before, and she wondered about their function. She pressed one and an Immortal Angel song blared through her bunk – and most likely everyone else’s. She turned the volume down to a whisper and pressed another button. Air conditioning flowed through the vents and cleared the stale air. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all. It was almost like traveling on an airplane – in coach.

  When she glanced at the time and realized 30 minutes had gone by and the bus still hadn’t moved, she stuck her head outside the curtain. It was quiet, but there was light coming from the front of the bus, and she heard Angel’s voice. She threw on a hoodie to camouflage her braless status under her loose-fitting tank top, and headed to the front of the bus to find out what was going on.

  “Why aren’t we moving?” she asked the driver. “Is something wrong with the bus?” They didn’t have time for mechanical difficulties or to procure a new bus. “We’re going to be late.”

  “Sorry, but I can’t leave until everyone’s on the bus.”

  “What are you talking about? Who’s not on the bus?”

  Angel sighed. “Jimmy.”

  He had been sitting in front of the flat screen in the living room when she went to her bunk an hour ago. “Where is he?”

  “He slipped out about 40 minutes ago,” the driver explained. “I warned him I wasn’t going to wait around for him. It’s my butt on the line if I don’t get the band to the venue on time.” She heard the frustration in the driver’s voice. “But, once again, Jimmy thinks he can waltz on my bus anytime he wants. I’m done.” The driver sat behind the wheel and started the engine. “Let him find his ow
n way to Miami.”

  “You can’t leave without Jimmy. He’s part of the band.”

  “I’m not losing my job because one of your musicians is too busy partying to remember he has to leave for the next show.”

  Angel tried to reason with the driver, but Audra had a more direct approach. She pulled the key from the ignition. “You’re not going anywhere until Jimmy returns. The next time anyone exits this bus when we’re getting ready to leave, I want to be notified.” It was her ass on the line, not the driver’s. She was responsible for the tour, and she wasn’t going to look incompetent because Jimmy couldn’t tear himself away from a good time. She handed Angel the key. “As soon as he shows up, tell him to come speak to me.” She headed back to her bunk, unsure who angered her more – the obstinate driver or Immortal Angel’s reckless drummer.

  The sound of the engine woke Audra, and she felt the bus move forward. There was a thud from the kitchenette, followed by a loud grunt from Jimmy. It was about damn time. She checked her phone. It had been over two hours since she had discovered he was missing. His lateness was inexcusable. She flipped the curtain back and headed toward the sound of Jimmy’s light laughter. He was stationed in the alcove between the kitchenette and the sleeping quarters, with his back against the wall. One red Converse sneaker was strewn on the floor, and he cradled his sock-covered foot in his hand while he rubbed his toes. He saw her hovering about ten feet away and smiled up at her. “Careful, pretty lady. You could break a toe walking around here barefoot.”

  Her eyes dropped to her feet and she realized she had forgotten her slippers. Did he notice, or was it just a coincidence? It didn’t matter. “Where the hell were you? We were supposed to leave over two hours ago.”

  He stood up straight and gave her one of his notorious smiles. “I’m here now, and so are you.” He stepped into the kitchenette and pulled two bottles of beer from the refrigerator. He opened them both and offered her one. “Join me for a night cap?”