Free The Rock Star's Christmas Reunion: contemporary holiday romance (A Charisma series novel, The Connollys Book 1) by Heather Hiestand Page A

done just about anything.”
    “What wouldn’t you have done?”
    “Sleep with someone’s wife.” He grimaced. “There was this hot producer that our manager wanted us to work with. He was a perv and liked to watch boys do his wife.”
    “Did anyone in your band do it?”
    He inhaled through his nose. “He produced our first number one, so you do the math.”
    She leaned across the table and took his hand. “At least it wasn’t you.”
    “No, but it was a friend. He took one for the team. At least the tape never got released.”
    “There’s a sex tape?” She’d never known anyone with a sex tape.
    “Yeah, the whole ugly business, blackmail and everything. So far the blackmailer has stayed away since Finch paid him off.”
    “That’s good. The common wisdom is that blackmailers never go away, but of course I have no real life experience.”
    Bax picked up both of their plates and took them to the sink. Yakima picked up their water glasses and the bowl with the last few shreds of cheese he’d put on his potato. She’d have to buy him some vegan sour cream and cheese. Wasn’t dairy bad for singers? It increased mucus production or something like that. Not that he sang, now.
    “Finch has an acting gig on a soap opera right now, so he’ll be able to pay if the guy comes back.”
    “Shouldn’t that sleazy producer be the one paying?”
    “He’s since divorced the wife, so I don’t think he cares. Besides, he’s the one who did the recording.”
    “Wow. You think he’s behind the blackmail?”
    Bax slid his arms around her waist. “It might be his retirement plan. I don’t know much. I do stay in touch with Finch, Aaron, and Seth, but it’s like a once a month group text kind of thing.”
    “Not Tyler?”
    Bax’s eyes slid sideways. “Tyler is trouble. So much fun when he’s up, such bad news when he’s down.”
    “Bipolar?”
    “There had to be one. It’s the music business. I’m the drug addict, Tyler’s crazy, Finch is the sex addict.”
    “What about Aaron and Seth?”
    “Aaron’s the religious kid who lost his faith in the real world.”
    “And Seth?”
    “Caught between two worlds. Half Japanese, half Jamaican. He doesn’t know if he wants to be Rihanna or Yoko Ono.”
    “I’m not sure what you mean by that.”
    “Is he a fashion world darling or a conceptual artist,” Bax explained. “He’s torn between commerce and art. It’s got him paralyzed. I get it. I have my moments.”
    “And right now?”
    “I’m concentrating on family and hot local girls.”
    She slid her hands up his arms. “Bax, you know you’re totally irresistible. Thirty looks really good on you.”
    “Why, thank you, ma’am.” The corners of his mouth curled up.
    His lips were so sexy. She wanted to lick them, bite them. And why not? “Am I going to regret this?”
    “Never. Today has shown me how much everyone around here likes you. I’m not going to mess up the local sweetheart.”
    She moved her mouth in closer to his. “Is that what I am?”
    His breath ghosted along her upper lip. “Yep. Not just my cousins who think the world of you.”
    When their lips finally met, her mind went blank. The pressure of his soft mouth took her down. She pressed her breasts against his hard chest as her nipples pebbled. Her pelvis tilted and he slid his thigh between her legs.
    “Spend the night,” he invited, his hands sliding along her hips.
     
     

Chapter Six
     
     
    Bax rolled over in bed on Tuesday morning. His cell phone rang with the ring tone Haldana had attached to her number, some Drake remix. The bed felt cold under his arm as he reached to the bedside table and picked up his phone. Unfortunately, the other side didn’t hold the soft warmth of a beautiful woman. Instead, the flannel sheets were icy with December’s unfriendly cold.
    “Took you long enough,” Haldana said after he croaked his hello. “Company?”
    “No, Yakima didn’t want to spend the night.”
    “Why