Her Rock Star Dragon: Her Biker Dragon, #3

By AJ Tipton

A dashing musician on the edge of his big break. A brilliant computer programmer returning to the rock star she never forgot. Will this shifter choose his music, or fight for a second chance at love? 

Punk rocker Caesar de la Vega is a dragon shifter on the cusp of fame. While performing, he unexpectedly spots Nina, a one-night-stand from five years ago he's never been able to forget. But everything changes when a record label offers him everything he's ever dreamed of. With his motorcycle club in constant peril from the Dragon High Council, Caesar must choose between stardom, and those he loves.

Nina Alvarez is a successful freelance programmer who loves the freedom of her nomadic life. When Nina notices her old flame is back in town, she can't resist checking out the sexy rock star from her past. When he shows he still cares about her after so many years apart, Nina believes they may have something special. But with danger closing in on the Iron Claws, can Nina still be a part of Caesar's world? 

Her Rock Star Dragon is an adult paranormal romance novella. If you like power ballads, slippery assassins, and a romance that rocks, then you'll love the third installment of the sizzling Her Biker Dragon series. 

Buy Her Rock Star Dragon to follow your heart today!

The HER BIKER DRAGON books may each be read as standalones. However, you may find they are best enjoyed in the following order: 

1 Her Valiant Dragon
2 Her Delicious Dragon
3 Her Rock Star Dragon
4 Her Hacker Dragon
5 Her Alpha Dragon

• Language: English
• Publisher: Savvy Storytelling, LLC
• Release date: Aug 26, 2016
• ISBN: 9781533758910

AJ Tipton

AJ Tipton is a writing team: Annie and Jess (Get it? "AJ"). Based in Brooklyn with the greatest dog in the world as our mascot, we love to create fun romances that astound, amuse and arouse. Our romances are steamy and paranormal, with strong heroes saving the day through extraordinary adventures.   Check out our FREE novella, Coaching the Bear, for a taste of what our magical worlds have to offer! We are huge proponents of informed consent, and love to wind cheeky pop culture references into our works. Let us know which ones you catch!  Please say hello! You can get in touch with us through: Email: [e-mail] Facebook: www.facebook.com/AJTiptonAuthor Twitter: twitter.com/AJTiptonAuthor Blog: ajtiptonauthor.wordpress.com  

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Her Rock Star Dragon

Her Rock Star Dragon

A BBW Paranormal Romance

AJ Tipton

Illustrated by

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Copyright © 2017 by AJ Tipton

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This book is for sale to adult audiences only. It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

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This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places and incidents appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is purely coincidental.

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The roar of the crowd still rang in Caesar’s ears as he tried to relax backstage. The bar out front was packed to the rafters, and fans were still singing along to his songs now being played out of the bar speakers.

Caesar perched on the edge of his seat, post-concert adrenaline still surging through him. He strummed a chord on his guitar and winced. The melody was pretty solid, a catchy tune about life on the road, but the bridge just wasn’t working. He hummed a couple of bars and tried a different chord. The tune shifted to something sadder, almost mournful. Caesar grimaced and strummed out the Low Rider base line to clear his head. He paced around the room.

Don’t suppose you have any advice? Caesar said to his club brother, Alec, who was lounging on the ratty couch across from him. The rest of the Iron Claws motorcycle club had already left, but Alec had decided to stay backstage with Caesar.

About doing a cover of Low Rider? Alec said as he read a tech magazine while simultaneously playing a civilization-building game on his tablet. It’ll be a crowd pleaser, but don’t you have more of a punk rock sound? He grinned and turned the page of his magazine with one hand while the other prepared his digital village for a nuclear launch.

Caesar smiled. He had stopped being surprised by Alec’s feats of multitasking long ago, but it never stopped being impressive.

No, I mean advice about this. Caesar dropped back into his chair and played the new bridge again. It sounded even sadder this time.

Alec paused his game, frowning a little. It sounds really lonely. Was that what you’re going for? He tapped his game and a digital mushroom cloud appeared on screen. I thought you were trying to be more upbeat since that music blog called your latest album ‘emo.’

Caesar tried ending the phrase on a high note. The result sounded more upbeat, but didn’t feel as true as the earlier chord sequence. He got up and started to pace again, walking the five feet of the small green room back and forth like a six-foot metronome.

Fuck emo, Caesar said. This song is supposed to be about how life on the road isn’t lonely when you’ve got somebody you love with you. He hummed the new sequence again. Definitely too cheerful. Maybe a lonely bridge with an upbeat chorus would be better?

Alec rose an eyebrow at him. That’s sweet. Something you want to tell me? For a second, Alec looked anxious. Alec was transgender; had a female body, but was a man through and through. The Claws didn’t care—Alec was Alec—but Caesar knew his brother worried sometimes if his fellow male Claws paid too much attention to his female shell.

Dude, chill, Caesar said. It’s just easier to write a song about a single romantic interest, but it’s about all of us. He started pacing again, his guitar still in his hands. I mean, the Iron Claws, we’re like a family—not related, obviously—but we’re still a family of a sort. I mean, we all left our clans for different reasons, but we ride together and live together and—

Alec laughed. I’m just giving you shit. Of course we’re family. Even Ned, although he doesn’t ride with us anymore. He raised a fist to his heart quickly, then returned to playing his game. Once an Iron Claw, always an Iron Claw.

Poor Ned, stuck in the suburbs. Caesar strummed out a few bars of House of the Rising Sun. I’d go insane.

Insane would be just fine if I was also super rich and married to a sexy tiger shifter, Alec said.

Caesar chuckled and shifted the tune to If I Were a Rich Man in mid-refrain. Genius bastard, figuring out how to use magic in his gluten-free desserts so that they actually taste good. Did you hear his bakery brings in six figures a quarter? Makes me almost wish I could cook.

Rich and famous could still be in the cards for you, though. But don’t sweat it. If you leave us some day and become a big, fancy rock star someplace, you’ll still be an Iron Claw too. Alec smirked as he tapped out a complex sequence on his tablet that diverted an incoming comet from his village smashing into another player’s village instead. You can’t get rid of us that easily.

Hmm, Caesar said, trying