A Song for Lucy: A Rock Star BBW Romance Short Read Online Free
Author: Clare Cole
most beautiful girl in the world in the most beautiful city on Earth.”
I pulled his body tightly against me, so close I felt we could melt into one. “Keep talking, Danny Farris. You might just get a glimpse of that sexy Italian lingerie I bought earlier.”
“I’m counting on it.”
We headed away from the square, down the narrow streets and tiny alleyways to wherever life would take us. In the distance, we heard a Venetian street performer, singing opera that echoed around the old stone walls, a performance that seemed to be just for us.
Danny’s song had led us here, one way or another. Our duet, on the other hand, was only just beginning.
THE END
NEW SENSATION – Sample Chapters
We hope you enjoyed this free short story.
Please also e njoy these two sample chapters of the first part of Clare Cole's hit rock star romance, “New Sensation – Curves for the Rock Star”.
The full story is available to download FREE from Amazon.
Parts 2, 3 and 4 plus the complete box set are also out now!
NEW SENSATION
Chapter One
“Hugo Boss. You smell good.”
I flashed a cheeky smile at the six-foot-two slice of pure hunk standing in front of me as I nervously attached the 50mm portrait lens to my camera.
“Dahlia Noir, right?” he grinned back. “Givenchy. You smell gorgeous, too.”
I felt my cheeks flush at the compliment and giggled a little before looking up and extending my hand. “I’m Amy.”
"Amy Reid," he smiled, shaking it. His grip was firm but not too tight – respectful, almost. He placed his other palm on the back of my hand as he shook it and I felt a little tingle run up my arm, all the way to the back of my neck where the hairs stood up on end. "You're a great photographer. I love your work, especially the black and white stuff. I'm Rick."
"Don't worry, I know who you are," I laughed. "No introduction required. And thanks for the compliment."
He released my hand and stood back, hands on hips. "You're welcome."
"How did you know which perfume I was wearing?"
He narrowed his eyebrows and leaned forward, talking quietly. "I'm very interested in cosmetics. You might not know this to look at me, but don't be deceived. If the music thing goes to shit, I can always get a job on one of the counters in Macy's."
I started giggling. "Or Harrods. You're in London now, you know."
He held up his hands. "Excuse me. Forgot about that. As long as the pay is decent, I'll be there."
Everybody I'd spoken to had been right. Rick Borrell, international megastar and lead singer of Beautiful Losers, was every inch the charmer I had been led to believe. He was also absolutely gorgeous – better looking in the flesh than in his photographs, not that I thought that would have been possible. He was on perfect form today, his dark hair slightly ruffled and with a little stubble enhancing that already handsome face. I was going to have to be careful, maintain a modicum of professionalism. But it wasn't going to be easy. As he positioned himself against the white photographic backdrop and flashed another sexy smile my way, I knew I was putty in his hands.
Keep it together, Amy , I thought. He wouldn't be interested in you anyway.
"So who's interviewing me? I hope it's you."
I looked through my viewfinder and focused before firing off a test shot. "Why do you say that?" I asked. "Think I'll go easy on you?"
"No, not at all. Like I said, I love your photos. You took some recently of The Vaccines, right?"
I nodded. "Yup."
"They were cool. Very raw. They looked like they were taken by someone who actually gives a shit about music."
"I do," I replied, moving closer. "It's my life. It's everything."
His beautiful blue eyes sparkled and widened as I spoke. He paused, then a warm smile washed over his face. "I thought so. So, are you doing the interview or not? Because if it's not you, I'm going to demand that it is."
"Oh dear. You're not going to throw a rock star tantrum, are
I pulled his body tightly against me, so close I felt we could melt into one. “Keep talking, Danny Farris. You might just get a glimpse of that sexy Italian lingerie I bought earlier.”
“I’m counting on it.”
We headed away from the square, down the narrow streets and tiny alleyways to wherever life would take us. In the distance, we heard a Venetian street performer, singing opera that echoed around the old stone walls, a performance that seemed to be just for us.
Danny’s song had led us here, one way or another. Our duet, on the other hand, was only just beginning.
THE END
NEW SENSATION – Sample Chapters
We hope you enjoyed this free short story.
Please also e njoy these two sample chapters of the first part of Clare Cole's hit rock star romance, “New Sensation – Curves for the Rock Star”.
The full story is available to download FREE from Amazon.
Parts 2, 3 and 4 plus the complete box set are also out now!
NEW SENSATION
Chapter One
“Hugo Boss. You smell good.”
I flashed a cheeky smile at the six-foot-two slice of pure hunk standing in front of me as I nervously attached the 50mm portrait lens to my camera.
“Dahlia Noir, right?” he grinned back. “Givenchy. You smell gorgeous, too.”
I felt my cheeks flush at the compliment and giggled a little before looking up and extending my hand. “I’m Amy.”
"Amy Reid," he smiled, shaking it. His grip was firm but not too tight – respectful, almost. He placed his other palm on the back of my hand as he shook it and I felt a little tingle run up my arm, all the way to the back of my neck where the hairs stood up on end. "You're a great photographer. I love your work, especially the black and white stuff. I'm Rick."
"Don't worry, I know who you are," I laughed. "No introduction required. And thanks for the compliment."
He released my hand and stood back, hands on hips. "You're welcome."
"How did you know which perfume I was wearing?"
He narrowed his eyebrows and leaned forward, talking quietly. "I'm very interested in cosmetics. You might not know this to look at me, but don't be deceived. If the music thing goes to shit, I can always get a job on one of the counters in Macy's."
I started giggling. "Or Harrods. You're in London now, you know."
He held up his hands. "Excuse me. Forgot about that. As long as the pay is decent, I'll be there."
Everybody I'd spoken to had been right. Rick Borrell, international megastar and lead singer of Beautiful Losers, was every inch the charmer I had been led to believe. He was also absolutely gorgeous – better looking in the flesh than in his photographs, not that I thought that would have been possible. He was on perfect form today, his dark hair slightly ruffled and with a little stubble enhancing that already handsome face. I was going to have to be careful, maintain a modicum of professionalism. But it wasn't going to be easy. As he positioned himself against the white photographic backdrop and flashed another sexy smile my way, I knew I was putty in his hands.
Keep it together, Amy , I thought. He wouldn't be interested in you anyway.
"So who's interviewing me? I hope it's you."
I looked through my viewfinder and focused before firing off a test shot. "Why do you say that?" I asked. "Think I'll go easy on you?"
"No, not at all. Like I said, I love your photos. You took some recently of The Vaccines, right?"
I nodded. "Yup."
"They were cool. Very raw. They looked like they were taken by someone who actually gives a shit about music."
"I do," I replied, moving closer. "It's my life. It's everything."
His beautiful blue eyes sparkled and widened as I spoke. He paused, then a warm smile washed over his face. "I thought so. So, are you doing the interview or not? Because if it's not you, I'm going to demand that it is."
"Oh dear. You're not going to throw a rock star tantrum, are
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