Title: Rock Her Hard: An Alpha Male Rockstar Romance
Series: Rock Her Series (#1)
Author: Alyson Hale
Release Date: March 15th, 2017
Genre: Rockstar/Contemporary Romance
â SYNOPSIS â
I'm a lone wolf, a lost cause. Pushing people away has become an art form for me. I was doing well at shutting down my heart until I met her. Now I'll risk everything I've built just to have her by my side.
I didn't come to Georgia looking for love...
When my band manager asked us to travel to the US on a personal errand, I never imagined I'd get caught up in a scheme to reunite a father with his estranged daughter. Our deal was I'd seduce her into coming on the road with us, and then he'd have a chance at winning her over and getting his family back. The only problem is it's become so much more than that...
Kyri Calloway is everything I didn't know was missing from my life: sweetness, softness, and plenty of sass. She's a fiesty Irish redhead with curves that go on forever, my ultimate fantasy...yet she won't stop running away from me. My girl is convinced I'm going to leave her heart in a million shattered pieces the way her father did, but what she doesn't know is I never plan to let her go.
I'm not finished with her. Not by a long shot.
And I won't stop chasing her until she's mine, completely, body and soul.
NOTE: This 18+ novella is sexy, sweet, and full of sass, just like every perfect Southern Belle should be. Your heart is safe reading this book; there's no cheating, a protective alpha male, and a guaranteed HEA--no cliffhangers!
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My shoulders are hunched when I walk out of the bathroom of the pub, dreading my first day of work. Iâm very self-conscious about the way my strapless bra supportsâor rather, un-supportsâmy breasts. The girls are bouncing beyond control, but thereâs nothing I can do about it. My uniform shirt hangs off my shoulders. I have no way of wearing a strapped bra without everyone seeing it.
I check in with Stephen in the back, who doesnât bother training meâhe just immediately throws me to the wolves. Iâm given a pen, a pad, a menu, and a list of draft beers to memorize, and a mere thirty minutes to prepare before my shift officially begins. Sneaking off to the side, I sit down in a conference room off the hallway to browse the menu before I have to go explain it to customers. Luckily, Iâve been to this place several times with Alex, so itâs not too terribly foreign to me, but Iâm having trouble remembering some of the specifics.
Using the pen and pad, I jot down a cheat sheet of information for myself until Iâm able to take these things home and memorize them. The thing Iâm having the most trouble with is the beer menu. Iâm more of a martini and margarita kind of girl. I donât like the taste of beer at all. Having to remember so many different types, strengths, colors, and tastes of beer is enough to make my head spin without having any alcohol in my system. Iâm going to have to taste all of these so I can advise the customers. Iâm not gonna enjoy it, but Iâll have a much harder time if I donât.
When Iâm finally ready to face my hell of a first day, I hear loud, high-pitched giggling in the hallway. I get up and open the door and find Ingrid and another girlâa thin, tanned blonde girlâwhispering to each other right in front of me. They startle when I step up beside them.
âWhatâs going on?â I tuck my notepad into the back pocket of my tan shorts and stick the pen in the space between my ear and my hair.
Ingrid leans down to whisper in my ear, grinning. âYouâre never going to believe who just walked in our front door.â
âJace. Freakinâ. Hawthorne! And the whole band,â she squeals.
My heart slams to a screeching halt in my chest. âWhat?â
âFilthy Bangers is here. Weâre going to have to serve them all drinks.â
My entire head drains of blood. âYouâre messing with me, right?â
âWeâre not, I swear!â The other girl shrieks with excitement, gripping Ingridâs arm for dear life.
âOkay, whatever.â I chuckle, shaking my head. These girls really think I was born yesterday. Iâve been a freshman in high school. I know the drill. The new kid gets hazed on the first day. Whatever. Theyâre not going to fool me this easily.
âKyri, seriously. Look!â Ingrid points down the hallway to the front of the pub.
At first I donât see him, but then she pulls me in front of her, and I spot the Jace Hawthorne heading toward the barâall six foot two inches of him. My knees turn to jelly underneath me. Heâs in a black collared shirt with rolled up sleevesâshowcasing his beautiful wall of tattoos on his left forearmâand a pair of jeans that hugs his hips like they were custom tailored to his body. His dark wavy hair is perfectly tousled as usual. Even from here, I can hear his rich, velvety voice that sends chills running down my spine and makes things clench down below. The sexy British accent magnifies the effect to the point where I can actually feel my panties dampening.
Itâs true. The hottest rock singer on earth is here, getting a beer in our pub.
âWhat the hell are they doing here?â I mutter. Even though Jace is my favorite, I have to admit his bandmates are fucking studs, too. But I canât imagine what force on earth would drag them to a small Georgia town just outside Atlanta while theyâre not on tour.
âLadies, what are you doing huddled back here when we have important guests?â Stephen appears behind us, agitated, and shoos us toward the dining area. âGo serve them, now, before they leave without sampling our draft menu.â
âBut I canât serve the Bangers!â Ingrid wails, and the other girl agrees with her. They both tremble in their shorts. Funny, I figured theyâd both be the aggressive type, not the kind of people who shy away from the chance to serve hot, famous guys.
âIâll do it,â I volunteer, even though my heart is pounding in my throat from nerves. I donât remember half of the beers on the menu right now. Thank God I have my cheat sheet stashed away in my pocket.
Stephen pushes me forward, and I nearly lose my balance. My knees knock togetherâ¦or rather, squish together. This is one time Iâm glad I have thunder thighs. Otherwise, everyone in the pub could hear me shaking from nerves.
I walk around behind the bar for the first time, taking a deep breath before I address the band. My God. Iâve never felt so much testosterone in one ten-foot radius before. Itâs suffocating, yet exhilarating.
As I approach him, Jaceâs deep amber eyes lock with mine, and I nearly lose my composure. His raw fire and tenacity is trained on me. The hunger in his eyes makes me think he might want to devour me alive. A corner of his mouth pulls up in amusement. Surprising me, he reaches his hand over the counter to shake my hand.
âJace Hawthorne. Nice to meet you, Kyri.â
âWhat?â As soon as our hands meet, electricity pulses up my arm and tingles throughout my entire body. Jace must have felt it too, because he jerks back a little, not letting go of my hand. âHow do you know my name?â Iâm not even wearing a name tag yet.
âThatâs my little secret, sweetheart.â He grants me a wink, causing my heart to nearly flutter right out of my chest. âIâll have a local ale, please. Whatever you recommend.â
Fucking shit. He would ask for a recommendation on my very first night.
Luckily, the bartender, Pete, overheard us. Heâs got a green mohawk, gauges, and multiple piercings, but he also has very kind eyes and a smile that puts you at ease. He pipes up over his shoulder as heâs refilling the beer fridge, âSee The Stars is brewed an hour away in Athens. You canât beat it.â
Keeping his fierce eyes trained on me, Jace responds, âPerfect. Iâll have the biggest mug youâve got.â
Suddenly losing my ability to respond, I nod and move down to the next guy in the lineâEddie, the bassist. They all end up telling me they want the same thing Jace is having, so I take out four frosted mugs and have my first experience with filling up a glass with beer. After seeing me struggle with one of the nozzles, Peter comes over and holds the mug at an angle, showing me how to form a good foam on the top without letting it overflow or not filling it enough. Once Iâve got four beautiful mugs of See The Stars, I turn around and find Jace glaring at me, then glancing suspiciously at Peter.
I immediately start questioning myself on what I did wrong. Is there too much foam? Not enough?
Crap. I canât handle this much stress. Maybe this isnât the job for me after all.
âH-here you go.â I manage to deliver their beers without incident and canât help but watch Jace as he takes a swig. The way his lips wrap around the rim of that mug and his Adamâs apple pulls up and down as he swallowsâ¦God, he is just so perfect. He has the face of an angel and the growl of a wolf in his voice. I could spend all night staring at him.
âCan I get you any a-appetizers?â I manage.
âTwo orders of the buffalo wings, sweetheart.â The guy on the far side away from Jace flashes a winning pearly grin at me. I recognize him as Damien, the lead guitarist. Where Jaceâs stare was probing and laser-focused, Damienâs is sinful and impish. âIf youâve got extra breasts, Iâll take those too.â
Judging from the heat rising up my neck, Iâd estimate my cheeks are about the shade of hot Mexican salsa right now. Unconsciously, I pull my arms up over my breasts, which only makes my cleavage deeper and causes his tongue to flick over his lips with hunger.
âComing right up.â Grateful for the excuse to book it out of there, I head back to the kitchen to put in my very first food order.
Alyson Hale is a naughty little minx who lives in an undisclosed location in the American South. Her weaknesses are rock stars, cowboys, and billionaires. If your significant other gets laid after reading one of her books, she feels like sheâs done her job right. Follow Aly if you love wall-of-muscle, well-endowed book boyfriends who make you weak at the knees!
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