Bassist Instinct (The Rocker Series #2)
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Authors: Vanessa Lennox
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Bassist Instinct
– Tate Dylan - rock star bass player, rogue gentleman, and womanizer extraordinaire - is perhaps the only man able to steal a pretty lass after front man Connor Damon has set his sights. Now Connor's married, and the fan-girls have grown tiresome. Tate's not looking to settle down, exactly. He just wants...more.
Fiona Brooks - music theory teacher, concert pianist - crashes her bicycle into Tate's car while avoiding a swerving SUV. Tate attends to her, and characteristically, asks for her number. Uncharacteristically, he fails to get it. Unaware of Tate's fame, or his reputation, Fiona is charmed nonetheless.
Fiona's ex-fiance has been recently murdered. Fiona doesn't know the details of his business dealings, but she gets strong hints. Russian mobsters after "blood" diamonds menace her. Do the diamonds exist? Can she and Tate solve the riddle? More importantly, can Tate get her number?
Tate’s tale in “Bassist Instinct” occurs after the events in book one of the series, “Between Rock n Roll and a Hard Place”, but the story stands on its own. Tate wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Bassist Instinct
By Vanessa Lennox
Chapter One
The pub was crowded, Connor hoped there wouldn’t be a fire, or they’d all die well before their prime. The pub doors were wide and anyone passing heard them and lingered in the doorway until they ambled in. They had been playing in this particular pub every Friday night for 15 months; they were a fixture. “Let’s go round the pub, have a pint and see the Grungies,” people would say, and the pub was packed every Friday night, and the owner would smile for the first time all week, raking in the punts.
They were like that, a good solid band. They played covers the first few months, but began writing their own stuff pretty quickly and with great success. The people loved them for some reason, Connor figured it was because the band loved the music and they loved the fans… particularly the female fans. As he gyrated on the small stage in his American jeans and artfully torn t-shirt showing tantalizing bits of his smooth broad chest, he eyed the crowd of beauties dancing before him, from which he only had to choose. He’d already picked one out. The trick was in maintaining eye contact for a bit while singing sexy words and Bob’s your uncle; enthusiastic company for the rest of the evening. It was no accident that Connor was the one writing the lyrics for their music. He loved his job.
The final set ended and he took a long pull of his pint as the crowd cheered and clapped and he raised an arm to them smiling his big smile and watched amazed as his bass player jumped off the wee stage and swept the beauty Connor had chosen for the night up into his arms and practically carried her off. She looked over her shoulder at him and gave him a pretty shrug. Fecker! He thought angrily. Third time in a month Tate had poached his woman, it was getting old and starting to piss him off.
He saw Tate’s sister, Christie, and sat next to her at the bar. Christie was a fixture with the band, a true child beauty, and a remarkably good friend for being so young. “Your brother is a pain in me arse,” he said to her. She looked at him and sighed.
“Which one?” She asked him, having five brothers.
“The one I’m sitting on, you daft wee thing,” he said and they both laughed. She caught sight of something over his shoulder and she sat up straighter in her seat and licked her pretty pink lips. Connor’s eyebrow went up and he turned to see his guitarist, Ryan, coming their way. Ryan gestured to the bar keep who began to pull a pint for him as Ryan came and stood between them.