Among the Stars: Star Reacher: A Rock Star Romance, #2

By Pamela L Seay

After reaching for the stars, Sam and Lexi are experiencing first-hand what life is like living among them. But, it doesn't seem that everything is what they imagined. 

Sam is living her dream life in Paris, France. But, returning to America forces her to face the pain she thought was left behind when she runs into her rival, Lexi. To make matters more complicated, Sam catches the attention of the iconic rock star, Sasha of Derelict's Rising while on their 35th-anniversary tour. 

Lexi is also living the dream in Los Angeles with her rock star boyfriend, but it's more challenging than she expected. And after reuniting with Sam, an ambition to rise above her rival is reawakened. 

Now that Sam and Lexi have what they've always wanted, do they still want it?

Rejoin Sam and Lexi as they continue their journey among the stars. 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pseayauthor, LLC
• Release date: Mar 18, 2022
• ISBN: 9781735982212

Pamela L Seay

Pamela L. Seay is an author and independent publisher residing in Atlanta, GA.

Book preview

Part I: Sam

Chapter One

Merci, beaucoup!

De rien, Samantha. My client laid a 10 euro note on my counter for her facial service.

After almost two years of living in Paris with Fred, I still felt bashful speaking French to native speakers. But everyone I encountered appreciated my effort.

This was my last facial appointment for today. Getting an aesthetician job out here was not as difficult as I thought it would be. Especially, since everyone in Montmartre knew Fred’s band. He’s like the local hero here after touring with some of the biggest bands in the world.

I had to leave quickly to make it in time for his show at a new bar that opened in the 9th arrondissement.

Moving here was the best decision I could have made. Fred was an only child so when his grandmother past, she left him her spacious two bedroom apartment home in Montmartre. With only the property taxes and utilities to pay, we were able to travel all over with his band.

I stepped out into the warm early summer sun in bliss at the thought of how wonderful my life has been for the past two years.

My goodness, I would not trade this life for anything in the world.

I finally made it to the bar and saw Fred chatting up a female bartender. He wore his dyed black hair in a spiked mohawk.

Fred jumped up when he saw me and quickly ran over to greet me. The bartender rolled her eyes in disappointment as Fred and I sat at the bar together.

I need to get set up on stage. He kissed my hand. Hey, make sure to take good care of my girlfriend.

The bartender snarled her upper lip at his comment.

I turned to order a drink, but she moved to the other end of the bar and ignored me the rest of the night.

#

Afterparty at Fred’s house The bass player, Tyler, yelled drunkenly from the bar as he tilted his bald head back to chug his beer.

After Fred’s set was over, some of the patrons decided to buy the band several rounds of drinks. With the bar closing, everyone wanted to continue partying. And, since Fred and I had the best apartment, the other band members liked to bring their groupies over hoping to impress them and get laid.

Fred, please let’s not do an afterparty tonight. I hated having afterparties at our apartment. I always spent the whole night pulling drunk groupies off of Fred. And, the next day no one would offer to help clean up or replace any of the food and drink they consumed.

It’s okay, mon cheri. Fred kissed my forehead.

He was always afraid to tell his bandmates no. He felt guilty that as the lead singer he received most of the attention. He did not want any tension within the band, and they all took advantage of this.

Fine. I said reluctantly watching at least 10 people stumbling drunkenly into the night for the 15 minute walk towards me and Fred’s home.

#

Ah! The pain throbbed in my head after I stood up too quickly from my bed.

I always woke to the sound of birds singing in the mornings. Fred was sound asleep. Whenever we had after show parties, Fred would sleep well into the afternoon, leaving me to do most of the cleaning alone.

I decided to pull on my silk robe I bought when the band played in Japan and started cleaning the apartment early so Fred and I could spend some time together when he woke.

Oh, oui oui. I walked into the living room to find Tyler’s bald head bobbing up and down on the sofa.

As I approached the back of the sofa, Tyler had a girl with black hair and full sleeve tattoos on both her arms bent over the arm with her head and arms hanging toward the floor leaving her butt and legs on the couch being straddled by Tyler.

He did not even care that the girl was struggling to keep her head from smashing into the floor. He just continued pounding himself into her pushing the top of her head into the floor.

Oh, oui oui! His butt clinched tight and thin, shapeless legs stiffened straight as he came closer to ecstasy.

In the past, when I first moved in with Fred, I would have hid in the room until his bandmates finished their escapades. But now I did not have to put up with this disrespect. Especially when it was happening on the antique, velvet sofa I just purchased.

I stomped past them into the small kitchen and made sure to shut the cabinets loudly, so they knew I was present.

OH, UHHHN!

Finally.

By the time the percolator whistled filling the kitchen with the scent of coffee, the girl was out of the apartment and Tyler was walking into the kitchen wearing only his socks.

Good morning. He sang out in his thick northern French accent.

He sauntered toward me. His manhood was so small it just rested on top of his sac like a little sausage on a biscuit.

I turned my head in disgust as he poured himself a cup of coffee and walked out of the kitchen as if it were his own.

#

Tyler is a little eccentric, but he does not mean you any harm, Sam.

I was so tired of dealing with this behavior from Fred’s bandmates. I wish he would do more to protect me. I mean, he was the lead singer, and the only reason anyone came to their shows. But he just let his bandmates walk all over him and me.

I wish you would protect me and defend me sometimes! I could feel my face growing warmer, Tyler should not disrespect our home like this. Why can’t he bang his groupies at his own place.

Sam, it is just a couch. Why is this such an issue?

It’s about respect! You let your bandmates disrespect me all the time!

Shh, shh. Fred wrapped his arms around my waist. This is not true. You are my girlfriend and as my girlfriend everyone respects you.

I realized this was not an argument I was going to win, so I just rest my head on his shoulder and let him kiss my forehead.

Anyway, I have some very exciting news. Fred looked down at me with a wide grin. We are opening for Derelict’s Rising on their North American tour!

He raised his fists into the air and jumped in excitement.

What? When? I wasn’t sure how to react.

The original opening band broke up, so we got the spot. But we leave in two weeks!

For how long?

The tour is for three months.

Three months! The heat returned to my face. You want to leave me here while you travel alone for three months!

My eyes trembled as the tears gathered and spilled onto my cheeks.

Oh, but this is what we wanted Sam. I mean what about your job?

My job! Who cares about my job? You are leaving me here alone for three months while you bang a bunch of American girls.

Oh, no. There is only one American girl in my life I bang.

He wiped the tears from my face.

How about this? If you can get the time off from your job, come with me to America for the first few weeks of the tour.

Really!

Yes, really!

I kissed him all over his face as he lifted me onto the bed and we made love the rest of the afternoon.

Chapter Two

I forgot how beautiful Los Angeles was with the sun’s bright beam and dry heat warming my skin.

Leaving the airport, we were crammed in a small white van with the tour manager, Joe, in the front turning his head back to explain something to the band. The band, two roadies, and myself had to squeeze together in the two middle row seats because the  instruments were stuffed and barely contained in the back.

But I did not care. I was in the warmth of celebrity again.

Passing all the luxury cars, with important people, wearing fancy clothes made me want to be one of them.

If everything went well with this tour, Fred would be on his way to fame and riches. And, I would be here to share it with him. I could see the fantasy realized as if it had already happened.

As the van stopped in front of the small hotel on Sunset Boulevard, I reminisced about the time I came here with Lexi. And, for the first time in years, I wondered how she was doing.

#

Okay, so. The promoters only paid for three rooms. Joe scrunched his forehead and ran his hand through his thinning grey hair.

The good news is that each room has two twin beds, so no one has to share one.