Unexpected: Dominion Rockstar Romance, #3

By Melissa Schroeder

I had one glorious night with chef Abby Ford. The sweet Georgia peach turned my entire world upside down, then disappeared into the night. 

 

For five weeks, I searched for her, leaving no stone unturned. A chance picture posted online sends me to the Georgia mountains to find the woman I love and the piece of me she took with her. Now that I found her, I will stop at nothing to prove my love to her.

Author Note: This instalove romance includes a reformed player, over the top declarations, a surprise that neither of them saw coming, and the appearance of the youngest Patton who happens to be a girl and fabulous. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: HARMLESS PUBLISHING
• Release date: Apr 3, 2020
• ISBN: 9781956633115

Melissa Schroeder

From an early age, USA Today Bestselling author Melissa loved to read. First, it was the books her mother read to her including her two favorites, Winnie the Pooh and the Beatrix Potter books. She cut her preteen teeth on Trixie Belden and read and reviewed To Kill a Mockingbird in middle school. It wasn’t until she was in college that she tried to write her first stories, which were full of angst and pain, and really not that fun to read or write. After trying several different genres, she found romance in a Linda Howard book. Since her first published book, Grace Under Pressure, Mel has had over 60 short stories, novellas, and novels published. She has written in genres ranging from historical to contemporary to futuristic and has worked with 8 publishers although she handles most of her publishing herself. She is best known for her Harmless and Santini series. After years of following her military husband around the country and world, Mel happily lives with her family in horse and wine country in Northern Virginia.

Book preview

ONE

KNOX

You know you hear those stories about falling in love? The ones where they talk about falling in love at first sight, that the moment they see THE ONE, and they fall in love? I thought it was all bullshit. It’s a secret I keep hidden from my fans, from the millions of people who love the sound of my voice and buy my records. People adore my voice no matter what I sing. From the hard-rocking anthems to the soulful ballads that make them cry. Especially that last group. They would have been pretty pissed if they knew just how I felt about all that crap. 

Hence, the reason I keep my feelings about love under wraps. I covered it with a lot of women. So many women. I’m embarrassed now that I look back at my actions. I was only twenty-two when we started gaining a fan base and well…it went to my head. Plus, I could play the manwhore of the group. My older brothers, Gareth and Jax, have never slept around that much. And of course, both of them are now all cozied up with their women—both of whom they say they fell in love with the moment they saw them. I roll my eyes. It only took Gareth months to finally act on his feelings, but Jax was worse. SIX YEARS. Granted, Livvie was a little too young for him when he met her, but still. 

So, I would typically make fun of them, mock them for their stupid love stories. That is, I would have before I met Abby Ford. 

We’re taking a short break from our current tour. Unconventional, but it is the best idea Pippa March—our tour manager who is also now my brother Gareth’s woman—came up with. Abby is our personal chef for the week, and from the moment I saw her, I wanted her. No, that isn’t the right term. I knew I would have her. It had been over a year since I took a woman to bed. I just found it got old, that I wanted something more. 

I wanted…Abby. 

I didn’t know who she was before, but it was like my heart knew I would meet her soon. Like the year without a taste for women was preparing me to meet her. And now, I can’t think of anything but her. I play a good game, and no one in my band has figured it out. Sure, I’ve shown some attraction for her, but that’s what they expected from me. Truth is, I have kept my control barely in check. My cock is always at least half-hard, cum dripping out of it whenever she’s near. I smell her sweet honeysuckle scent, and it’s like a beacon for my cum. Makes sense because I plan on filling her up over and over until she’s got a baby in her belly. 

It’s an insane thought, but I don’t care. She’s the woman for me, the one that I know will moan my name before the week is over. It’s that, or I might end up in the hospital due to a lack of blood in my brain. I have to get inside of her. 

I watch as she moves around the kitchen. It’s just her and me this morning, the others off banging each other senseless, I’m sure. 

But I am okay with that. That means I get Abby to myself. I sip the amazing coffee she made for me, my gaze glued to her. I have never seen anything as beautiful as Abby in the kitchen. She flits about, the motions economical but also stunning. It’s like she’s dancing to some kind of musical score only she can hear. 

You know you can stare at me all you want, but I can’t read your mind. You have to tell me what you want for breakfast.

God, that voice. It shimmers with Georgia sunshine. It makes me want to know just how that pussy of hers tastes. Is it sweet like honeysuckle? I swear I can smell her even ten feet away from her. 

Knox, what do you want for breakfast?

You. 

Yeah, I don’t say it out loud. The irony isn’t lost on me. I’ve gotten hundreds of women into my bed, but the one I love—from the moment she smiled at me and said good morning that first day—I can’t deal with. Talking to her leaves me a stuttering mess. 

I clear my throat when I realize she’s been waiting for me to answer. How about a Denver omelet?

Her face clears, and she smiles at me. And right there. My chest squeezes tight. My cock twitches. I don’t know how many times I’ve whacked off to thoughts of her. She’s starred in every one of my fantasies since I met her two days ago.  

Any toast with that?

I shake my head. The omelet will be fine.

She nods and gets to work. I imagine her in my home in Charlottesville. If I squint hard enough, I can see her there, in my kitchen, humming along while she moves back and forth cooking. Her belly would be round, filled with our child.

My hands shake, my dick leaks out a little cum, and I bite back a moan. I have never gotten hard at the thought of getting a woman pregnant until I met her. Now, that’s all I can think about. I want her naked, spread