Logan's Story: Forbidden Rockers, #3
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Logan Clay has the talent, and he's put in the time.
All he needs is that one big break,
just one chance to prove he has what it takes to be a rockstar.
But his musical dreams are further away than ever...
And then she walks in to his life,
offering him everything he's ever wanted – fame, fortune, and music.
There's no question that he's going to take the chance,
or that he wants to take her at the same time.
But everything is not what it seems.
Will it be too late when he realizes his one big break
was actually a deal with the devil in a short skirt and neon colored hair?
DISCLAIMER: This book was originally published in June 2014 with the title "Logan's Story: A Sand & Clay Prequel" by Sarah Robinson. Since then it has been re-edited, a few short scenes here and there added in, and given a new title and a new cover in order to improve the novel. This is the final product of that revision process so there have been a lot of changes, but the story itself is relatively the same. This novel is meant for 18+ years old.
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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Logan's Story - Sarah Robinson
LOGAN’S STORY
A FORBIDDEN ROCKERS PREQUEL NOVELLA
SARAH ROBINSON
Logan’s Story © Sarah Robinson
Copyright © 2014 by Sarah Robinson
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DISCLAIMER:
Due to sexual subject matters, this book is meant for 18+ years of age only.
To the Eckle family—I’ve written most of my books on your couch and loved every moment of being part of your family.
CONTENTS
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Epilogue
Excerpt from Tainted Bodies
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Excerpt from NUDES
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
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PROLOGUE
1994
My feet didn’t even reach the floor. I just saw them there, swinging over the edge of the chair hopelessly, above the tile floor.
Dad’s feet reached the floor. He was sitting next to me, his elbows on his knees and his feet flatly planted. I wondered if I’ll ever be that tall, or if the only thing that will ever make me feel strong and big is the Superman cape I kept hidden under my pillow at home.
A tall man in pale blue pants and a shirt that looked like pajamas walked into the waiting room, pulling a white mask off his face. He was grimacing at my father, and then he looked at me.
Sadness? Pity? I wasn’t sure what he was feeling toward me, but I knew I didn’t like it.
My dad jumped to his feet so fast, the plastic chair he was sitting in almost fell over.
I jolted, startled at the sudden movement and wondering where he was running off to.
Mickey Clay?
the doctor asked.
I waited, silently begging the doctor for good news.
Yes, that’s me. How is my wife? Is she okay?
Dad’s speech was so fast, his throat scratchy and bumpy.
I’d only heard him like that a few times before, and the last time was Grandma’s funeral.
Laura is doing fine. She came through surgery well and is currently still sedated,
the doctor explained. We are going to keep her under to give her body and her brain time to heal. The trauma was severe. We’re still watching her blood work. Her kidneys are showing some signs of strain.
I frowned, and I felt my brows pinch in frustration. I didn’t really understand everything he was saying, but I knew what fine
meant. She was going to be fine—my mom was going to be absolutely fine.
Dad still looked worried. When can I see her? When will she wake up?
You can see her now if you want, but I have to warn you, she is hooked to several tubes and wires. It can look frightening.
The doctor nodded toward me.
I stiffened at his warning. I was brave. Mom told me that all the time. I wouldn’t be afraid of a few dumb tubes and wires.
Dad looked at me, too. The boy’ll be okay. Comes from good Irish stock. He’ll handle it.
When will she be awake?
Dad asked again.
Let’s see how she does overnight, and then reassess her vitals,
the doctor said, looking back at the papers in his hands.
I want to see her,
Dad replied firmly, crossing his arms and jutting out his chin.
I held my breath, waiting.
After a moment of hesitation, the doctor nodded. Of course. I’ll have one of the nurses take you to her immediately.
I released the breath I was holding in one long exhale. I could see Mom. People usually gave in when his dad stood up to them.
Uh, Mr. Clay, there is one more thing I need to talk to you about.
The doctor cleared his throat.
Little lines formed around Dad’s eyes as he stared at the doctor, and his entire body tensed. Seeing his reaction, I began to worry again, too.
When your wife’s car hit the pole, the car stopped, but her body kept going. Good news is she was wearing her seatbelt, which is the only reason she is still alive.
The doctor sighed. However, the bad news is the seatbelt held her bottom half still and the forward jolt of her top half broke several vertebrae in her lumbar and sacral spine.
He avoided direct eye contact with me or my dad.
My heart raced. This was bad. It sounded bad. But he had said Mom was going to be fine? The doctor had said fine.
Tears pricked at my eyes.
What are you saying?
Dad’s voice hitched, confirming that things were bad, bad, really stinking bad. Doc, are you saying my Laura is paralyzed?
What was para… paralyzed?
She won’t be able to… walk?
my father pressed further.
Of course Mom could walk. The doctor had said fine.
A frown creased my father’s forehead, and he began to mumble softly. We still go dancing every Friday night when we have a sitter. She waltzes around the living room when she vacuums for Christ’s sake.
He shook his head. It’ll kill her… just kill her if she’s confined to a chair.
The doctor’s face softened. Nothing is confirmed until she wakes up and we run the necessary tests. But, you need to prepare yourself for this being a real possibility. She’s lucky to be alive.
He smiled at my father, but it looked fake, like the smiles strangers gave me when they wanted me to stop talking.
Dad stood frozen as he watched the doctor walk away. He looked…different. Nothing like the man who’d promised me earlier tonight that Mom would be there where when I woke up. She was a nurse and worked the graveyard shifts. He’d tucked me into bed, then gone back into the living room to watch the late night shows he loved.
I’d heard him get a phone call, laughing to whoever was on the other line. I knew it was Mom. I’d pulled under the covers and fallen asleep so quickly knowing Mom was coming home.
Only, she hadn’t come home.
And the phone had woken him back up a few hours later.
Dad turned around to look at me, clearing his throat and blinking back tears. He glanced at my feet, which were now tucked up on the chair next to me. Normally he would have told me to put my feet down. He was always telling me to get my feet off the furniture.
He didn’t say anything this time.
Dad shuffled over to me, taking the seat next to mine. Son, you know your mama was in a bad accident, right?
His voice choked to a stop, and tears slid from his eyes.
I wanted to yell at him. Men don’t cry! He’d told me that dozens of times. Men. Don’t. Cry.
My dad was crying.
I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t have to see his tears.
It’ll be all right, Logan,
my dad murmured, scooping me into his lap. I collapsed against his chest and buried my face in his plaid shirt. It’s all going to be fine,
he kept telling me as he carried me to the nurse’s station. We just have to find your mom.
1
2010
D ude, you’re bleeding.
Dylan nodded his head toward my hand. Damn, Logan.
Oh, shit.
I glanced down at my fingers. Blood was dripping onto the strings of my guitar. I propped the guitar on a nearby stand and stood up. I’ll be right back.
Dylan shot me an exaggerated eye-roll. Don’t get blood on the stage, asshole. Christ’s sake. There’s hardcore, and then there’s hard-fucking-core.
I laughed, rolling my eyes as I headed to the tiny bathroom backstage. I was damn used to razzing from my band mates at this point, and they all knew well enough not to fuck with me too far. There was no way to explain to anyone who didn’t live and breathe art, how much I loved the pain that came with plucking the chords of the perfect song.
A little blood was an easy price to pay for a melody that carries me away on its harmonies.
I grabbed the door handle for the bathroom, then immediately let go. What the fuck. Something sticky was on it. A gloppy, green substance now mixed with the blood from my blistered fingers. Fucking pigs. Another con of touring—musicians could be gross as hell. It was like a freaking fraternity on steroids half the time.
Bypassing the handle, I moved to the faucet and shoved my hands under the not-so-clear water churning out of the pipes. The mirror in front of me showed the dark circles under my eyes from being up all night playing in dive bars.
One day.
One day I wasn’t going to need these crappy gigs where the only people left listening at the end of the night were a few drunk groupies hoping to go home with someone in the band, or the career alcoholics who couldn’t find their way to the door.
Haven was going to be big one day. I was sure