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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Other Titles by D'Ann Lindun

  Call Me Cowboy

  Blurb

  Dedication

  Acknowledgements

  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

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Melting Steele

  Blurb

  Dedication

  Acknowledgements

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Author's note

  Rock Steady

  Blurb

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Sneak Peek at The Cowboys of Black Mountain

  About the Author

  LADIES LOVE ROCK STARS:

  Taming the Bad Boys of Rock and Roll…

  D’Ann Lindun

  This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the prior consent of the publisher in any form other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, character, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved including the right of reproduction, distribution, or transmitted in whole or part in any form or means, or stored in any electronic, mechanical, database or retrieval system, or otherwise, without the written permission of the publisher.

  Ladies Love Rock Stars: Call Me Cowboy, Melting Steele, and Rock Steady

  Copyright 2017 by D’Ann Lindun

  Cover Design: RM Duffy

  Other Titles by D’Ann Lindun

  The Cowboys of Black Mountain:

  A Black Mountain Christmas

  A Cowboy To Keep

  Promise Me Eden

  Ladies Love Cowboys: the daughters of Clem Jamieson

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  Vaquero

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  Anthologies:

  Catching A Cowboy

  Cowboy Country

  Cowboys Forever

  Cowboy, Mine

  Cowboy Six Pack

  Cowboy Time

  Cowboy Yours

  Five Roads From Beltane

  Ladies Love Lawmen

  More Cowboy Country

  The Danger Zone

  Call Me Cowboy

  Call Me Cowboy

  Rock and Roll’s bad boy Johnny Cortez —AKA Cowboy—has a vengeful ex-wife stalking him. His manager suggests an elk hunt in the Colorado Rockies until she cools down.

  Although badly burned by a celebrity in the past, big game outfitter Montana Weaver reluctantly agrees to guide a rock star on a hunting trip. It’s either take him, or lose the land her grandfather homesteaded.

  When danger threatens, Cowboy and Montana must rely on each other to survive as they cross the Colorado Rockies in a desperate race from a killer.

  Dedicated

  To every girl who has ever fallen in love with a rock star!

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  ~To Suzan Hatter~

  For all the nights of singing duets loud and off-key!

  ~To Tracy, Ryan and Des Hatter~

  Hunting guides extraordinaire!

  ~To Brenda Dyer~

  Who “gets it”!

  ~To Rhonda Duffy and D’Ann’s Country Girls~

  Thank you for your circle of friendship and support!

  ~To Nikki Lynn Barrett~

  A special thank you for Montana Girl.

  CHAPTER ONE

  A sweet ass ground against his cock.

  In the predawn light, Johnny Cortez couldn’t make out the woman curled up next to him, although a familiar fruity perfume filled his senses. The girl wiggled until his dick jumped in response.

  Not a girlfriend.

  He didn’t have one.

  Not a groupie.

  He hadn’t wanted one.

  Who, then?

  He’d gone to The Cave with the band after they’d laid a track on the new album. A pair of stacked blondes had offered him coke and a blowjob, but he’d been uninterested in a hookup. The same old thing hadn’t appealed to him. He’d drunk plenty—he always did—but he’d left alone. While the rest of the band burned the place down, he’d gone home around midnight, hit his silk sheets and fallen into a dreamless sleep.

  His uninvited guest rolled to her back and lay before him, nude as the day she’d been born.

  Teal?

  Tousled and naked, his ex-wife looked more stunning than usual.

  Large tits—courtesy of implants he’d paid for—a twinkling diamond bellybutton ring and an enticing triangle of pale blonde curls between her thighs beckoned his cock like a beacon on a moonless night.

  She reached for his morning wood with the hand of a practiced seductress.

  Faithless bitch.

  He rolled to the edge of the bed and stood, his traitorous cock saluting her. But his dick didn’t rule him any longer, no matter how much he’d once craved her pussy. How the fuck had she gotten into his house and his bed? He’d kicked her out of his life a year ago.

  “I want you out of my house. Now.”

  “Cowboy—”

  “Get the fuck out,” he repeated.

  She reached for his dick again. “You don’t mean that—”

  “I mean every word.”

  A tear slid down her beautiful face. If he hadn’t known how well she could act, he’d have lapped up her bullshit. She’d tricked him before. He wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

  More tears slipped from her big blue eyes. “You promised to release my album—”

  “And when I put that big diamond on your finger, you promised not to fuck my friends.” Disgusted, he grabbed his shorts from the floor and jerked them on. “Didn’t stop you, though.”

  He’d been massively turned on by the petite blonde the first time he spotted her at a concert. A great fuck had led to a quickie Vegas wedding. Shyly, she’d shared her lifelong dream of having her own music career. Her voice wasn’t bad, damn good in fact. To make his new bride happy, he’d agreed to produce an album for her.

  Then, a few weeks later, he’d walked into the studio and caught his best friend screwing her against the wall.

  He’d fired Keifer on the spot, and filed for divorce the next day. Johnny would never forget the hurt and anger on Keifer’s face when he told him to pack his shit and get out. Teal had come on to him, Keifer had argued, not the other way around. All she’d wanted was a step
up to fame and she’d screwed half the bands in L.A. to get it. Johnny had been the only guitar slinger dumb enough to marry her. What was the big deal? They’d shared music, blow and pussy since they were kids back in Seattle.

  Teal was my wife.

  Even now, a year later, their betrayal still hurt like a fresh kick in the nuts. Johnny might be rock’n’roll’s bad boy, but he’d believed in his vows. Stupidly, he’d thought Teal had, too.

  Damn.

  Thanks to her, the band now had a gaping hole in the middle of it where his best friend since the eighth grade had always been. Fresh anger rushed up Johnny’s throat. He grabbed Teal’s upper arm and dragged her across the bed. “I want you out of my house and out of my life.”

  “But we were so good together.” She cupped his balls and squeezed. “We can be again. Give me a chance to make it up to you, baby.”

  For half a second, he wavered. A quick fuck… Why not? Her pussy wound him up like no other. Visions of her writhing like a porn star under Keifer filled his head, and he jerked away from her lethal touch. No matter how much he might still want to screw her, he couldn’t forgive her. “Ten minutes, Teal. Or I’m calling the cops on you for trespassing.”

  “You wouldn’t.” She grabbed the letter opener from his nightstand and swung it in a wild arc.

  A lifetime of evading bras, panties and even the occasional bottle lobbed his way had given him lightening quick reflexes, and he dodged. However, he couldn’t avoid the tip of the letter opener and it caught his chest, raking toward his groin.

  “God damn it, Teal. You almost cut off my dick.” From a safe distance, he held out his hand. “Give me that.”

  “I’m sorry.” Meekly, she handed it to him handle first. Her enormous wedding ring flashed in the dim light. Why was she still wearing it? He wouldn’t take her back on a bet.

  He took the weapon from her and placed it out of her reach. “You’re high. You on blow? Meth?”

  She shook her blonde head and pouted. “I’m not high. I’m mad at you.”

  Mad at me?

  For what? Marrying her? Producing her album? Oh, right. Dumping her ass for sleeping with his best friend and not letting her have the record he’d produced. “You’re wasting time. Five minutes.”

  “Please, Cowboy, I’m sorry.” She licked her full lips. “Being with Keifer didn’t mean anything.”

  “It meant something to me.”

  She changed tactics and her perfect pout turned ugly. “I’ll sue your ass.”

  He laughed. “Good luck.”

  “Keifer says the CD’s mine,” she insisted.

  Already disgusted, throwing his former best friend’s name in his face enraged him. “Time’s up. Get out. Now.”

  Teal pushed out her tits and ass, provocative as a stripper, and bent to retrieve her clothes, making sure he got a good look at every considerable asset.

  He stared at her, unmoved.

  When he didn’t respond, she dressed.

  She turned pleading blue eyes on him again. “Please don’t make me go out the front door. The paparazzi are out there. They’ll go crazy if they see me leaving at this hour.”

  “It’s a lonely walk of shame.” He crossed his arms over his oozing chest.

  Tears formed in her eyes again. “Cowboy, please—”

  “You love the press,” he reminded her. Good, bad or ugly, seeing her name or face in the papers made her ecstatic. “Fine. I’ll let you out the back,” he agreed, more for his benefit than hers. You can walk up the beach and catch a cab from Starbucks.”

  Her pout returned. “You’re mean.”

  He looked at the thin line of blood trickling toward his stomach. “Yeah. Whatever. Time’s up. You’re out.” Taking her arm, he escorted her to the sliding glass doors leading onto the deck and the Malibu beach beyond. “Hopefully, the paps won’t notice you.”

  No sooner had the words come out of his mouth than a half dozen flashbulbs exploded in the predawn light. Teal fell back against him and he slammed the door shut. “Damn it. They spotted you.”

  Her chin trembled. “I don’t know how they found out I would be here.”

  The truth dawned on him. “Bitch, you set me up.” Her wicked smile told him he’d hit the nail on the head. “Why? You’re not going to gain anything by making people think we’re back together.”

  “Aren’t I?” She fisted her hands on her hips. “The public eats up a love story. You. Me. Together again. Your CD coming out soon. The publicity benefits us all.”

  “Nothing’s happening between us.” He ground his teeth. “Not ever again.”

  She ran a finger in the blood trickling down his chest, over his shorts and the unrelenting hardness underneath. “We’ll see.”

  His traitorous cock jumped at her touch. He fought the heat wave she ignited in him. “Just fucking leave.”

  He dragged her to the front door and opened it to a dozen flashing cameras and reporters calling her name. He pushed her through the door, slammed it behind her and reset the security code. He’d changed it a half dozen times and somehow she always found her way back inside.

  In the master bath he found peroxide and cotton balls in one of the cabinets. Luckily, she hadn’t stabbed him deep enough to need stitches, but pouring the bubbling liquid over the long, jagged scrape hurt like hell.

  Patting the wound dry, he applied antiseptic ointment and pulled on a soft cotton T-shirt.

  In his bedroom he sat on the edge of the bed and dialed his manager.

  After a few rings, Joel Ernstein answered, his voice sleep-filled. “This better be important.”

  “It’s Cowboy. Haul your ass over here right now.”

  Joel’s groggy tone sharpened. “On my way.”

  ~*~

  Instead of his usual custom-made suit, Joel wore jeans and a T-shirt. No Italian loafers, just Nikes without socks. Overnight stubble covered his chin. He stared in disbelief after Johnny filled him in on the morning’s events. “Teal broke in here and stabbed you? How’d she get close enough to do it?”

  “I woke up with her rubbing her ass on my dick. When I refused her charms, she grabbed a letter opener and swung it in my direction.” From his perch on his cream-colored sofa, Johnny lifted his T-shirt. “Although I wouldn’t exactly call this a stab. More of a scratch.”

  “You need medical attention. A tetanus shot for sure.” Joel looked ready to throw up. “I’ll get you a doctor—”

  “No fucking way. I’m fine.” Johnny shuddered at the thought of the press getting wind of him being attacked. Any hint of more scandal and the reporters would become even more relentless. The year since his breakup with Teal had been hell with reporters pressing him for every intimate detail, when all he’d wanted was to forget the whole mess. “Are those paparazzi fucks still hanging around outside?”

  “I didn’t see any. They must have followed Teal wherever she wandered off to.” Joel stomped around the expansive living room, running his hands over his head. “That bitch is crazy. Cowboy, we have to get a restraining order on her.”

  “I don’t want to,” Johnny said. “That’s exactly the kind of press I don’t need. I just want to put the Great Teal Incident behind me.”

  Joel paused at the grand piano in the corner near the ocean view window. He ran a finger over the keys. “Obviously she doesn’t feel the same way. The next time she sneaks in here, you might wake up dead.”

  Johnny walked to the bar and poured orange juice into a glass and added a liberal amount of vodka. He gulped half of it. “I’ll get the security codes changed.”

  “Again? For what, the fifth or sixth time?” Joel pushed one of the keys on the piano. “Maybe you should just let her have the album.”

  Johnny shook his head. “Never. I own those rights and they’re staying with me.”

  “If you continue to withhold them, you’re going to make her even angrier.” Joel pressed another key. “Maybe even cause her to snap. You want that?”

  “No.”
Johnny finished his drink. “But I don’t care to help her either.”

  “I hear she and Keifer are putting together a band,” Joel said. “They’re talking trash all over town, saying your career is dead.”

  “Fuck ’em. I ain’t dead.” Johnny waved a hand toward the wall filled with Grammys and various other awards. “Far from it. This new record is going to put us back on the scene.”

  “This one absolutely must perform, or you are going to be a has-been.” Joel sat at the piano and tapped a few notes. He was a fair piano player when he wanted to be. “But you’re not going to have to worry about it if your crazy ex keeps sneaking in here with knives.”

  “Damn, man. You’re creeping me out.” Joel didn’t have to remind him what was at stake with the new CD. He knew all too well. Teal’s brand of crazy didn’t worry him so much. He could handle her.

  “Johnny, listen to me. Why don’t you get out of town for a while? Let things cool down. The CD is almost done. You could take a break until the tour starts next year.”

  Joel’s use of Cowboy’s Christian name grabbed his attention. He’d gone by Cowboy from the time he started his first band back in the sixth grade.“I can’t. I have a million things to do. Record more songs, mix tracks, interviews to set up—”