Rescuing the Superstar – Galentine’s Groupies Read Online Loni Ree

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Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
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“Cookies sound good right now.” My stomach growls as I cut in, hoping to ease some of the tension.

“You do knit a mean scarf, Jax.” Mason follows my lead.

“Shut up,” Jax growls, unimpressed with us.

“Yeah, leave the guy alone. We were kids; we all did stupid shit. Isn't that why we're here? For the fat paychecks so we can finally get the record label off our backs?” Jameson pipes in.

One thought races through my mind and I blurt it out, “I’m ready to be done with all this shit.”

“This reunion is about more than money. It's about giving the fans the closure they deserve. We owe it to them, and ourselves, to do this right,” Crue insists.

“Just say you miss the limelight, man,” Jax mutters.

“Maybe I do miss parts of it. Sue me for loving the music that made us famous in the first place. But don't pretend you all don't miss it, too. The music brought us together. Through all the messy stuff, that was the one thing we always had.”

“I miss some things more than others,” I admit. While I have great memories, there are other no-so-great things I can’t forget. Oh. Another great plot twist for my second book pops into my mind, and I barely listen to the rest of the conversation as my mind whirls with ideas.

“Crue is right.” Jameson looks back and forth between us. “The music was always there for us, even when things got tough. I know I complained about the fans, but seeing their smiling faces in the crowd... there was no better feeling.”

“How poetic, Jameson. Did you rehearse that, or are you just naturally this sentimental?” Mason smirks.

“Naturally. Comes with the crooner territory.” Jameson winks.

“Can you guys focus?” Crue draws everyone’s attention back to himself. “This is about more than closure. It's our shot at finally controlling our narrative. We're not those kids anymore. For once, we get to decide how we’re remembered.”

The fucker actually makes sense. Shit. “Just so you know, it kills me to admit you’re right,” I begrudgingly concede.

“We did kick ass together,” Jax agrees.

“So, are we good? We gonna bring the fire one last time for our fans?” Crue practically beams.

“Let’s light this shit up!” Jameson claps his hands together.

Chapter 1

Asher

What the fuck did I get myself into? I ask for the millionth time since the beginning of this goddamn tour. The next several months stretch out before me like an unending nightmare. When I agreed to one last Soul Obsession tour, I told myself it would be a quick way to give our band’s story an end, plus I’d make a few more bucks to put in the bank.

But I’ve regretted my decision every single day since. For one, our story will never end no matter how many reunion tours we go on. Two, I already have more money than I can ever spend in this fucking lifetime. And finally, I’m already over this goddamn tour and everything that goes along with touring.

I knew it was a bad idea to commit to this shit, but some crazy little voice in the back of my mind told me going on the road would change my life forever. I’ve been feeling restless for years. Like something important is missing from my life and I can’t figure out what it is.

I started writing as a way to “find myself,” but so far all I’ve found is a possible new career. I know there’s something out there, something I’m missing that I need to make my life complete, but whatever it is, it’s doing a damn good job of being elusive.

Nearly halfway through this tour and I’m still waiting for my premonition to come true, but no huge life changes seem to be on my horizon. I’m getting grumpier and harder to live with by the day.

Throughout the American leg of the tour, I’ve gotten a firsthand view of two of my bandmates and our head of security falling hard and fast for their soulmates. Shelby, our tour manager, has a whole gang of friends who’ve been following us for years. Every time a new girl meets up with the tour, BAM!, one of my bandmates or one of our employees falls head over heels for the new addition. It’s been crazy and, I’m not going to lie, a little spooky.

At first, I held out hope that maybe my soulmate was waiting at the next stop, but so far, I’ve been disappointed. It seems the missing piece I’ve been searching for is never coming, and I’m jealous as hell that I haven’t been hit over the head with the love-at-first-sight bug that seems to be plaguing our tour.

As I walk through the hotel lobby, I glance around and breathe a sigh of relief that no one is paying any attention to me. I pull my hat down over my eyes and step out into the cloudy New York afternoon.


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