Would you, could you, have you?
Apr 17, 2023 3:00 pm
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So would you? Have a fling with someone for one night only? If there were no ramifications, no one who's already stolen your heart, no cheating involved...would you, could you, have you?
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INSTALOVE SPOTLIGHT
Front Row Fling: Thirty-six hours. Two consenting adults. She knows the rules. Get in. Get out. Have a little fun. But he’s not playing games.
Why I wrote it: Because it was fun. Plain and simple. Groupies, rock stars, getting plucked from the crowd. But what if someone has second thoughts about a one-night fling?
Front Row Fling is the third book in the Rock 'n Roll Romance series. It's a stand-alone read with no recurring characters...so far. I'm always listening, to what readers want, so when you run across characters you want a little more from, send me an email.
Cole's a cocky rock star with 36 hours of free time between shows, and he's got his eye on a fiery redhead who's centerstage when a fight breaks out. He's just looking for a good time until she turns him down. That's when things get interesting.
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Front Row Fling contains copyright material.
Chapter 1
Mya
I knew this was a bad idea. Putting my name into a concert ticket lottery with a bunch of strangers could only spell trouble. And here I am, right in the middle of big trouble. As in two drunk, surly men kind of trouble.
Good news—I scored a front row ticket to my favorite band, the Cherry Poppers.
Bad news—I’m stuck between two burly bench warmers arguing about sports.
It started with the guy beside me loudly cracking a crude joke about a particularly popular sports team. A sports team that plays in the stadium we’re sitting in. And it so happens that the dude on the other side of me is a super fan wearing a jersey with the sports team across the front.
What could possibly go wrong?
Sarcastic jabs and insults, that’s what. What started as name calling escalated to barbs aimed at each other’s manhood. By the time the Cherry Poppers take the stage the name calling has escalated to hurling insults about each other’s sisters, girlfriends, and finally their mothers. I’d bow out of the middle, but I’ve waited forever to see the Cherry Poppers in person.
Midway through the seventh song amid the clapping, catcalling, and dancing to the music, pushing and shoving breaks out. A beer is flung, most of which lands on me, soaking my entire chest. I brace my elbows against the arguing man-children as the two paw at each other. Their jostling makes it difficult to hold my footing.
“Knock it off,” I yell at the top of my lungs, trying to shout over the deafening music rocking from the stage speakers.
Then all hell breaks loose, and someone throws a jab. I scramble to find a safe zone. But we’re crushed at the front of the stage by barriers and hundreds of other people trying to get as close to the front as possible. A second punch gets thrown, and I’m caught in the crossfire. The fist comes so close I can feel the air whoosh across the back of my neck as I duck. I feel a shove to my shoulder and fall, catching myself on the metal barrier.
Then everything’s a blur. Someone grabs me and hauls me over the metal barrier. The music stops, and the lead singer stands at the edge of the stage offering me his hand. The security guard gives me a leg up, and I’m face to face in the arms of Cole Calloway, lead singer and heartthrob of the Cherry Poppers.
I’m breathless, covered in beer, and in total fangirl mode. Soaked panties and all. I’m so lost in Cole’s dark chocolate eyes, I barely notice the two Neanderthals getting hauled out on their asses by security. If I had any manners at all, I’d yell a thank you to them for the fine predicament I’m in now.
Cole slowly rakes over my body with smoldering eyes. His broad hand wraps around my waist as he mouths something I can’t quite hear. He reaches up and pops the high-fidelity ear plug from my ear. The crowd noise is deafening. He pulls me closer and hovers over my ear. His heated breath lights a fire straight to my belly, spreading like wildfire to my womanhood.
“Are you hurt?” His hand rests on my shoulder and smooths its way down my arm to my fingertips. He laces his fingers in mine. “Anything bruised or bleeding?”
His lips graze my earlobe and I swear I’m ready to faint. I blink, wondering if this is all a dream. I raise a hand to Cole’s chest, and he’s real. Rock hard muscle kind of real. I blink again and snap out of the lustful stupor that has me standing here like a lovesick puppy.
“I…I’m…uh, fine. Better than fine.”
I try to form a smile instead of the jaw gaping “O” my lips are set on making. I’m suddenly aware of the soaking wet t-shirt stretched across my substantial breasts. My body has betrayed me by displaying to a crowd of thousands the extent to which Cole Calloway turns me on.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll have you out of those wet clothes soon enough.” Cole laughs a deep, rippling chuckle that flutters through my bones like they’re gelatin.
My cheeks flush red hot. My heart pitter patters so wildly I think it may leap from my chest. The band begins to play, but Cole doesn’t relinquish his hold on my hand. He leads into a love ballad and keeps me by his side, twirling me, pulling me close, touching my waist, the curve of my lower back, and stroking my cheek.
I’m a puddle of tipsy hormones by the time he sings the last word. He lifts my hand to his lips and kisses it softly. Butterflies and stars float across my line of vision and I’m in fairytale land.
He leans in close again, his whisper soft breath lilting across my cheek. “Thanks for the dance. What’s your name?”
“Mya,” I answer with a bit of tremor in my voice.
“Mya. That’s pretty. I’m Cole.”
I roll my eyes as if that’s the most ridiculous thing anyone has ever said. Of course, I know his name. Everyone in the stadium knows his name.
He grins, then lands the most unexpected, beautiful kiss just beneath my ear.
Oh, I’ll wash the spot later, but not before this night is emblazoned across my memory for eternity.
Chapter 2
Cole
The saucy little siren in the front row caught my attention as soon as I took to the stage. I nearly dropped a lyric during the second song watching her red ringlets bounce around her pretty face. Her shapely breasts and curvy hips played a part in my distraction, too, but who can blame me there?
I thought she might be with one of the jocks on either side of her, but her visible annoyance with them convinced me otherwise. When the men’s pointing and shouting at each other escalated to pushing and shoving, I had to step in.
For one, who wants a fight breaking out in the crowd? Tempers rise quickly when pushing and shoving starts. Ordinary people get sucked into the fray and two people fighting becomes ten then twenty. I couldn’t let things get out of control.
But the biggest reason is the woman on stage with me now. She danced and sang along to every song like she knew them by heart. That happens a lot, since fans are the ones who buy tickets. But she didn’t scream or reach for the stage for a passing touch anytime I neared the stage edge.
Women throw their bras and panties up here for pity’s sake. She acted like she was just in it for the music. Refreshing, but curious.
Superfans are usually the ones forking over dough for pricy front row seats. When they get a chance to climb on stage, they’re usually screaming their heads off and the first thing they do is tackle us trying to get their long awaited hugs in. This little princess did nothing of the sort. She looks excited enough, but not in the touchy, feely, grab ass kind of way. In fact, embarrassed and stunned might be the more appropriate words of choice.
“Tyrone will get you a change of clothes,” I nod to a stagehand beyond the curtain. She glances over her shoulder and begins to pull away. “Wait for me? I want to see you again.”
Her cheeks flush a rosy shade of pink and she nods before scampering off the stage.
As soon as I saw her, I wanted her.
As soon as I she took my hand, I knew I needed her.
As soon as my lips brushed against her sensitive skin, I knew it had to be for more than one night.
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Continue reading Mya and Cole's story.
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