Rock Candy (Rock My World) Read Online Lola West

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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
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Nobody puts a Rockstar in the Friend-Zone.

Music phenom, Eddy Meyer isn’t looking for love. In fact, she’d like to avoid it. Her mom died when she was a kid and as far as she can tell, attachments only lead to heartbreak. She centers her life around her music, which is why she can’t just walk by the tall brawny stranger humming a riff worth hearing.
Henry Davis is a musician and a killer song writer. He’d have his own band, but his anxiety keeps him from being a front man. Ideally, he wants a job in the industry, maybe a jar of peanut butter and a girl worth loving. Yeah, that would be perfect. Until, the girl he has to have is Eddy.
But after one wild night together, she says just wants to be friends. We’ll just see about that…

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SUMMER

HENRY

“It’s literally like you’ve never met me before,” snapped Natalie, my manager Alice’s best friend. I was standing in the foyer of the pretty little house the two women shared next to a white porcelain umbrella stand filled with an inordinate collection of blue-and-white-striped umbrellas.

“Why? Because I told my client that he could crash on our couch for three days?” Alice asked.

“Yes,” Natalie exclaimed, clearly exasperated. “Why would you do that without talking to me? You know I need to be prepared for things. You know how upset I was the last time you did this.”

Alice propped her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes at Natalie. “Are you really going to try to argue that the last time I invited someone to stay here it was a problem.”

“I am,” Natalie whined.

“Really?” Alice said, her voice laced with sarcasm as she quirked her head at her friend.

The door behind me opened, and the knob smacked me right in the butt.

“Whoa,” said a male voice. “Sorry, dude.” Turning to take in the bearded fellow, I remembered Alice mentioning that Natalie’s fiancé also lived with them.

Feeling awkward about everything around me, I offered him my hand and said my name as a hello/introduction combo. “Henry.”

We shook hands. His grip was stronger than mine. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t place him.

“Carter,” he offered and then leaning in, he whispered, “What am I walking into right now?”

“Lover’s quarrel?” I suggested cheekily. He seemed like a decent guy.

“Oh, so the norm.” We shared a little chuckle before he turned to the women beyond us and said, “Hello, my lovely ladies, I could be wrong, but it seems like we might be dealing with something explosive. What I’m wondering is, do you think my presence is going to diffuse or exacerbate the situation?”

Alice smiled sneakily before she said, “Nat was just going to explain to me how terrible it was the last time I invited someone to stay with us.”

Carter took a step toward Alice, crossed his arms over his chest, and said, “Is that so?”

Natalie looked instantly sheepish. “She’s twisting my words.”

“I’m not,” Alice said. “Right, Henry? Didn’t she just say the last time I invited someone to stay here it was an issue.”

Not wanting to be in the middle of the mess, I said, “I can sleep in my car.”

Alice's face drooped with disappointment, and then she dryly scolded me. “Henry, be a man. Tell Carter that his fiancée wants to argue that the time I asked him to stay here is proof that I should never feel free to offer our couch to a guest.”

I held my hands up and argued, “Nah, I’m good. I’ll choose ball-less-ness and let you ladies duke this one out on your own.”

“Chicken,” Alice chided.

“Bawk, bawk,” I replied.

Carter laughed, and then he stepped between Alice and Natalie. Taking his girl into his arms, he cooed, “He seems pretty cool, babe. I think maybe it’s okay if he’s here.”

Natalie looked up at Carter. In his airspace, the panic and stress that seemed etched into her expressions started to ease off.

“Of course, it’s okay,” she said softly. “I just need to know. She just needs to talk to me about things.” She lifted her hand, pressing her fingers to the space between her eyebrows like she needed to relieve a pressure headache. I felt for Natalie. Alice was a ballbuster, a fast-moving doer. She wasn’t asking permission for anything ever. I liked that about her. It made her a killer manager, but I could see how that could make her a complicated friend. It made me anxious around her constantly.

“Okay,” Carter boomed. “Alice, you are sorry for not talking to Nat about Henry's stay, and Nat you love Alice and are happy to have Henry sleeping on your couch.”

Both women huffed.

“Ladies.” Carter sighed.

“Fine,” Alice said. “We agree to disagree but choose to be civilized.”

“Yes. Fine.” Nat sighed.

“Now.” Carter smirked. “Talk to me about dinner.”

We went to a tiny dive bar in Edgartown and sat in a booth in the corner. Apparently post spats, Alice and Natalie liked to drink beers and eat fries. The place was as you’d expect with a lot of wood and brass and photos of famous people who passed through, but the walls were also covered with signed music posters—both small and big acts—who had played live on the tiny stage in the back of the room. Towns like Martha’s Vineyard where rich people liked to congregate, were weird places because if you had the clout to be there, you could be in the shittiest shithole and still you might just find yourself sitting next to a Grammy winner or the guy who invented Google.


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