Her Forbidden Rockstar: Forbidden Rockers, #1

By Sarah Robinson

He's trapped. She's the key.

 

Logan Clay has never met a woman who wasn't only after the perks his rockstar life could provide, and there are a lot of perks. Until he meets Caroline Sanders.

Not only does she want for nothing, she doesn't want anything to do with him, period. He sure as hell wants her, but convincing her to take a chance on him requires risking everything he's ever worked for. Including his music.

 

It's a chance at a love he never thought he'd have.

And a chance at freedom he's not sure he deserves.

 

If only she'd say yes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sarah Robinson
• Release date: Dec 7, 2015
• ISBN: 9781393493259

Sarah Robinson

Top 10 Barnes & Noble and Amazon bestseller Sarah Robinson is a native of the Washington, DC, area and holds both bachelor’s and master’s degrees in criminal psychology. She works as a counselor by day and romance novelist by night. She owns a small zoo of furry pets and is actively involved in volunteering in her community.

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Her Forbidden Rockstar

HER FORBIDDEN ROCKSTAR

A FORBIDDEN ROCKERS NOVEL

SARAH ROBINSON

Her Forbidden Rockstar © Sarah Robinson

Copyright © 2015 by Sarah Robinson

All rights reserved. This document may not be reproduced in any way without the expressed written consent of the author. The ideas, characters, and situations presented in this story are strictly fictional and any unintentional likeness to real people or real situations is completely coincidental.

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CONTENTS

Author’s Note

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

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Excerpt from Rocker Christmas

Chapter 1

Excerpt from Baby Bank

Chapter 1

Excerpt from Misadventures in the Cage

Chapter 1

Excerpt from NUDES

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

About the Author

Also by Sarah Robinson

AUTHOR’S NOTE

This is the revised edition of Sand & Clay: Her Forbidden Rockstar that was originally published on September 6, 2013. While the original version was wonderful and did break into Amazon Bestseller charts, I felt that it was lacking a lot.

When I first wrote Sand & Clay, I had never written a novel before. It was my first foray into the entire field, and I didn’t have an editor or know what I was doing.

With each publication, my writing has improved and I love looking back at my books and seeing that arc of change throughout time and my pages. Therefore, I did not want to change Sand & Clay too much, since I want to stay true to who I was back then.

It’s gotten a pretty new cover and more fitting title, as well as a few steamier scenes thrown in here and there.

It is still the same story, and the same characters that you fell in love with in 2013. Thank you all for your time and patience as you have watched me and helped me grow as a writer.

Don’t forget to check out the beginning of Logan and Caroline’s story in Logan’s Story, as well as the continuation after this novel in Rockstar Christmas. Plus more to come from Haven’s other band mates!

~Sarah Robinson

CHAPTER ONE

2014

It’ll have to do. Caroline Sanders sighed, smoothing her skirt as she stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror on her bedroom wall.

A dark brown pencil skirt under loose-fitting blouse matched the mundane Monday she was about to face at a job she couldn’t wait to leave. Rubbing her fingers through her wavy, brown hair, she fluffed it up over her shoulders and then dabbed on a bit of blush and mascara.

She surveyed herself again.

Passable.

Caroline turned to glance at the clock on her nightstand. Shit!

She was going to be late if she didn’t hurry, which meant she’d have to miss her morning coffee stop and that was not an option.

Pulling on matching heels and grabbing her purse and keys, Caroline headed to her front door and locked it behind her. When she reached the elevator, the doors conveniently opened within seconds and she hit the button for the lobby.

Her building’s doorman smiled and greeted her immediately when she reached the lobby. Ms. Caroline, how are you feeling this morning?

Caroline stepped through the door he was holding open for her, pausing to talk to him briefly. Running late as usual, but it’s going to be a good day. Putting positive vibes out into the world today, Jeremy!

That’s the best way to live, he agreed. Have you seen the weather for today? It’s a little breezy for July, but still warm. Really brightens up a Monday for you.

Some sunshine is exactly what I need! Caroline gave him a wave as she began to head down the bleak and gray sidewalk.

A cab was waiting on the curb, like it always was thanks to her doorman knowing her schedule so well.

4634 Lexington Avenue, please, Caroline told the driver as she climbed into the backseat.

He nodded in response and pulled away from the curb. You got it, Miss.

Caroline melted into the once-black, imitation leather seats, her thoughts drifting like they usually did on these rides. She always daydreamed of the same thing—standing in a bookstore, staring at the rows of shiny covers all designed by her. Book covers of all genres, picture books with her illustrations, and images of all kinds brought to life by the stroke of her pencil.

Maybe it was all just a silly fantasy—at least that was what her father kept telling her—but she couldn’t help dreaming about it anyway. Caroline loved to draw and paint, spending her weekends sitting in the park sketching the scenes around her. It made her feel less alone in an overcrowded New York City to create brand new worlds with her pencil; scenes, and people that she could get lost in. Images she could erase and reshape until they were perfect.

Ma’am, we're here. That will be $15.85, the cab driver said to her, snapping her out of her thoughts.

Caroline rustled around in her purse and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill, handing it to him through the opening in the plastic partition between them.

Caroline scooted out of the taxi. Keep the change. Thanks!

She hopped out on the sidewalk in front of the Java Jolt, her favorite coffee shop, which was just down the block from her law office. She wasn’t a lawyer yet, despite her law school degree. But her father had gotten her a job as a paralegal at a prominent New York City law firm where a friend of his was one of the partners.

She was currently studying to take the New York Bar Exam, or at least that was what she told her father. She was in no rush to become a lawyer like him. She’d been putting it off for as long as possible, but her father was definitely becoming suspicious.

He did almost everything for her, including purchasing her Upper East Side condo, which was quite the gift. She wanted to appreciate his generosity. After all, their family came from a long line of old money. She grew up going to the finest prep schools in the city, Ivy League schools for college and law school, and still spent every summer at their family house in the Hamptons, where her parents now lived year-round. But despite the fact that she’d grown up used to such luxury, she still felt an uncomfortable itch living off her father’s dime. She wanted her own career, her own passions, and with it—her own money.

Caroline breathed in the aroma of coffee as she opened the shop’s front door, a chain-brand that she couldn’t help but visit every single day. It immediately filled her with a happiness like none other, and she was practically wiggling with happiness when she reached the register.

Caroline! Have a good weekend? George, the manager, asked her as he started ringing up her usual order.

Every employee there knew her by now, and she considered George and his wife, Marcy, her friends now.

Same as usual. Just spent some time in the park. Caroline handed over a few dollar bills. What about you?

The wife and I actually got a chance to go to that bed and breakfast you suggested, he replied. It was wonderful, so nice to get out of the city for a couple days without the kids and just relax.

I’m so glad. Tell Marcy I said hi! Caroline collected her daily blueberry muffin and headed away from the counter.

No open seats presented themselves as she scanned the crowded coffee house, but she finally spotted a couch in the far corner that only had one man sitting on it. Even though he had spread his things across the open seat, half the couch was technically open.

Caroline walked over to him and put her muffin down on the table, waiting for him to notice her and move his things. Most of it was sheet music and what looked like scratched-out lyrics.

He remained seemingly oblivious to her silent request.

Excuse me? she asked, pointing to his papers. Do you mind moving your things so I can sit here?

He looked up at her, his expression dark and brooding.

Caroline swallowed, trying not think of how handsome he looked in an army-style cap pulled low over his face, but not enough to hide the brown hair peeking out beneath. Bulging biceps pushed at the sleeves of his tight black V-neck shirt tucked into even tighter, faded jeans. His strong, chiseled jaw and broad shoulders aimed at her for a moment, then he turned back to his work, saying nothing as he continued to write.

Caroline waited a beat, wondering if she was misreading the situation. Is he seriously ignoring me?

Since it seems you’re having some difficulty moving your arms, I'll help you out. Caroline started picking up his papers and moving them to the coffee table.

Hey, lady! What the hell? Don’t touch my shit, he growled angrily, jumping up from his seat and glaring at her. He snatched the papers from her hands, then picked up the remainder from the couch and moving them to the coffee table like she had wanted in the first place.

You couldn’t find another place to sit? he asked, still clearly irritated. It’s a big place, and I like my privacy.

Privacy is a luxury in New York City, she replied, settling into the couch next to him.

He scowled at her. I’m fully aware. I don’t need to be sitting here with some strange woman I don’t even know only to end up with our pictures on TMZ.

Caroline shrugged her shoulders and took a bite of her muffin. That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think? It’s not like people walk around ending up in tabloids every day.

He shook his head, like he couldn’t understand how clueless she was. It’s not dramatic. It’s my life. Paparazzi are everywhere and I don’t need a scandal right now. He went back to his work, giving her every nonverbal signal possible to leave him alone.

Unfortunately for him, he had only piqued Caroline’s curiosity now. Who am I sitting next to? She stared at him unabashedly. She had a nagging feeling she should know him. Had they met before? No, surely she’d remember someone so disagreeable.

Have we met before? she finally asked, a memory triggering in the back of her mind. We have…at a hospital in upstate New York.

He lifted his head to look at her again. Recognition crossed his face, and almost the hint of a smile, but then he quickly wiped it away. You’re mistaken.

Okay, she replied, though she doubted she was. She was certain she’d seen him once—happy and celebrating with his friends when she was celebrating the recovery of one of her best friends. It had been a good day for them both, a quietly shared moment between two strangers. Maybe it wasn’t him…but she doubted that. So, am I supposed to know who you are then?

Are you being serious? he asked, now angling his body to face hers. Really?

Of course, I'm being serious, she replied. Do you think you’re God’s gift to the world? I don’t think so, buddy.

George walked up to Caroline at that moment, handing her the latte she had just ordered.

Thank you, Caroline said to him, but received no response from the manager. So, everyone’s ignoring me today. Fun. She furrowed her brow in confusion as she tried to gauge his expression.

George was looking nervously over at her couch-mate, a clear battle between self-control and excitement on his face. Then, when he returned to the counter, she saw him whispering to his coworkers behind the bar, pointing in the mystery man’s direction.

She turned her attention to her fresh latte, still puzzled, and picked up the newspaper in front of her.

At least you're polite to some people, the man beside her mumbled not-so-quietly.

She shot him an angry look but didn’t give him the satisfaction of a response. Instead, she started reading her newspaper and enjoying her latte. Minutes passed and, for the most part, Caroline was able to ignore the mystery man beside her.

After about fifteen minutes had ticked by, the mystery man abruptly slammed down his pencil, took off his cap, and turned his body to completely face Caroline.

Do you seriously not know who I am? He seemed determined and annoyed, as he raked his fingers through his long, shiny hair. You’ve never heard of Logan Clay before?

She took in the chiseled jawline and perfectly tanned skin beneath his five o’clock shadow. Long, dark eyelashes framed sparkling blue eyes that seemed to be shimmering, even in the dim light of the coffee shop. He certainly looked much more attractive without the cap, and she wanted to run her own fingers through his hair like he’d just done.

She blushed as that thought crossed her mind and cleared her throat in an attempt to keep her composure. Shaking any thoughts of attraction from her mind, she returned to her paper, flipping to the next page. Nope. Should I have?

From the corner of her eye, she saw his dumbfounded expression. Do you ever turn on the radio or read a magazine?

He stood up from the couch, walked over to a nearby table, rifling through a pile of magazines until he found one. Marching back to Caroline, he held it up to show her the front cover.

Sure enough, there was Mystery Man, posing in leather pants and no shirt, exposing to the world a set of amazing abs and tattoos. In big letters at the top, it said ROCKSTAR LOGAN CLAY TAKES TOPS BILLBOARDS.

Congrats? she offered with a shrug, affecting an uncaring attitude, though her heart rate sped up a few notches. She knew exactly who Logan Clay was, and the moment he’d said his name, she’d wanted to squeal like a school girl. To be fair, she seriously hadn’t recognized him at first, but she was chalking that up to the low cap and broody mood.

Logan’s jaw dropped, and he stood in front of her a full minute longer, still holding the magazine. With an angry grunt, he back dropped down to his seat. It was clear he wasn’t used to women not throwing themselves at him, but she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

Caroline did her best not to look at him, but she could feel his staring. She couldn’t explain why she was acting so distant and cold toward him. Especially considering how handsome he was, and how she was definitely attracted to him. Hell, she’d loved his music for years.

But there was something about his entitled attitude that was a major turnoff, and she had every plan to let him know that. That was the one quality in the world she couldn’t stand, probably because of her own background and copious experience with people like that.

Her mind started to drift back to her earlier thoughts of painting and how badly she wanted to break out of her family’s shadow. Actually, Logan would make a great art subject with his rough style and obvious sex appeal. Heat crept onto her face, and she quickly tossed those thoughts away, thanking the stars he couldn’t read her mind.

With a heavy sigh, Logan stood back up next to her. He began gathering up his music and shoving them in his messenger bag. Caroline watched his walk back up to the coffee shop counter with an immediate pang of regret. She hadn’t even said goodbye, gotten a selfie with him—nothing. She was pretty sure she’d just missed out on an opportunity of a lifetime.

Caroline put down her newspaper, no longer able to concentrate as she watched Logan leave the shop entirely. Shit. She wondered if she should have given him her number, or if that would have made her look like a groupie. She’d been single for years, and this was the first time she’d been truly attracted to someone. Although, there was no woman who could look at Logan Clay and not be attracted.

George rushed over to her with his face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning just as she was getting ready to leave. Caroline! You’ll not believe what just happened! he blurted out. Do you know who you were sitting next to?

He resembled a star-crazed fan with his wide smile and dancing eyes, his entire body twitching in excitement.

Logan Clay. What about him? she responded, halfheartedly, still disappointed in missing her chance to truly meet a rockstar.

George smiled. "He was so into you! Are you going to go out with him?"

What? Caroline balked. Of course not! Plus, you’re dead wrong. He was not at all interested. She stuck out her chin, brushing her hair over her shoulder. Honestly, he was a little full of himself.

Oh, really? Well, if I’m wrong, then why did he ask me to give you these? George pulled three tickets out of his apron pocket and spread them open in front of her face.

Caroline took the tickets and read the front. Tickets for this weekend’s concert—front row at Madison Square Garden? I heard this was sold out!

Her first thought was hell yes, because she loved concerts and there was certainly never going to be a time again where she’d have a chance to sit front row at Madison Square Garden. But her resistance quickly took over.

I can’t take these, she finally said, trying to hand them back to George.

George pushed them back to her. "Oh, you’re going. And it’s not just concert tickets, Caroline. Three concert tickets. There’s no doubt he wants you."

A laugh burst from Caroline at his presumption. Right!

There was literally zero chance that Logan Clay, the most popular rockstar in the modern world, wanted anything to do with her after their hostile encounter today. In fact, she couldn’t reconcile the dramatically negative introduction they’d had with him leaving her tickets. It made no sense.

I mean it! insisted George. "Three tickets."

Caroline put her hand on her hip. How do you figure?

George folded his arms over his chest. He didn’t leave you one ticket, because no woman would want to go alone. He didn’t leave you two, because then you might bring a date. And, he didn’t leave you more than three tickets, because then you’d get lost in some girl group and he’d not get a chance to single you out. I guarantee you will get to go backstage.

You’re reading too much into this, George. Caroline looked back at the tickets in her hands, and she’d be lying if she didn’t admit she was excited about the possibility.

CHAPTER TWO

Caroline tapped the