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Last year, days after Rocktoberfest, the band Damaged Saints were onstage when a pyro accident burned their drummer and seriously injured their singer when he was hit with flying bits of burning shrapnel resulting in damage to his voice that has left him unable to continue on as the band’s singer.
He's their new manager though, and thanks to a friend from another band, they’ve got a lead on a new singer. Jagger is smokin’ hot, charismatic as hell, and so far as they’ve been able to tell, has very little in the way of inhibitions, which makes him the perfect fit for their rather snarky, salacious crew. There is just one problem: Jagger has only ever sung with cover bands and never on a large scale or even at a venue larger than a small-town waterfront festival. He’s used to having less than four feet to move around in, which doesn’t translate well when you’ve got a whole big stage to fill. With less than a month to see if he’s got some hidden moves they can draw out of him, they’re looking to use any means at their disposal and maybe even discover if Jagger is the perfect fit for them off the stage too.
Damaged Saints is a book in the multi-author Road to Rocktoberfest 2023 series. Each book can be read as a standalone, but why not read them all and see who hits the stage next? Hot rockstars and the men who love them, what more could you ask for? Kick back, load up your Kindle, and enjoy the men of Rocktoberfest!
Genres:
Pairings: M-M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 3 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Found Family, Friends to Lovers, Menage
Word Count: 68,000
Languages Available: English
Why did it sound like Johnny had a second phone he was talking on and where the fuck was all that barking coming from?
Moving the phone further from his ear didn’t lessen it any. If anything the frenzied woofing seemed to be getting louder. Scowling, Jagger raised his head in time to see two bounding bodies making a beeline for him, fur bouncing as they tore ass across the lawn.
Fuckers looked just like the dog from Cujo, and he didn’t even have a car he could lock himself in. Best he could do was kick the starter, the bike sputtering as the engine failed to catch.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
READ MOREHe kicked it a second time, and a third, too rough, jerky with fear, his hands shaking on the handlebars by the time the damn thing roared to life, and not a minute too soon. They were almost to the curb. He tore off down the street, rear tire wobbling into a fishtail he was forced to coast out of before he laid the bike down on the asphalt and got himself shredded in the process. And to think he’d been worried about spiders. He’d have happily danced through a nest of them if it meant not having to face those dogs.
The streets that the GPS had easily navigated him down were now confusing as hell as he tried to find Main Street again, twice looking over his shoulder to be certain the dogs weren’t still after him. His heart was hammering by the time he reached the center of the tiny town, pulling into the first parking lot he came to so he could breathe and cuss Johnny out.
Too bad he’d dropped his phone in his haste to get the bike started.
“Fuckkkkkkkkk!”
The crows around here didn’t appreciate cussing as three of them erupted out of a tree, cawing as they took off over the powerlines.
“Young man, there is no need for that kind of language!”
Whirling, he intended to give the owner of that reproachful voice a thorough list of exactly why that word, along with the others he was barely biting back were more than deserved in this situation. The moment his gaze landed on the pink haired lady in leopard print with too much makeup and her hands on her hips, his thoughts tripped over themselves. Sputtering, he was caught between apologizing and laughing his ass off.
He was saved from choosing between the two by the earsplitting screech of tires as a crimson muscle car came skidding into the lot, laying down some serious rubber streaks on the asphalt. The car had barely come to a halt before the driver came hurrying their way.
“Kayden Reed you know better than to pull those kinds of stunts in the middle of town! Lord a Mercy what is wrong with you young people today!”
Damn, for such a small lady, she was as loud as the mismatch of colors she was wearing.
The man who’d emerged from the car just looked sheepish as she advanced on him. “Sorry Aunt Faye, but I had to catch up with Jagger before he took off clear out of town.”
“I should have guessed this one belonged with you and your little band of misfits. I was just telling him that crass language had no place out here on the street where anyone could hear.”
“And I was just about to tell your aunt that nearly getting eaten by Cujo and company was more than enough reason for a fuck or two!”
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