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Are dirty hot rockstars more your speed?
ROCKSTAR DADDY
Never trust a cold condom.
Wait, let me back up. I'm Kellan McGuire, and I'm a rockstar in hiding, at least for the weekend. Enter Maggie Kelly, the famed Kelly virgin - AKA my small hometown's favorite good girl.
Did I mention she's really good? And I'm so...not.
Except Maggie isn't a virgin any longer. She actually just went through a rough breakup due to her ex's penchant for strippers.
And I don't want to be a rockstar this weekend. Not with her.
I just want to be Kellan, the wolf to her Little Red Riding Hood. The guy who shows her all the dark, dirty things she never dared to dream.
In return, she gave me something I never dared to dream about either - a baby.
A family.
Our family, if I can convince her I'm worth the risk.
Author's note: this book may be called Rockstar Daddy, but the emphasis is on lots of babymaking practice, laughter, a few tears, and a serious case of insta-love.
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Chapter 1
Kellan
Fucking blizzard.
Again.
Why was I even surprised?
I was the jackass who had grown up on the outskirts of Turnbull, New York, snow capital of the northeast, and had escaped to sunny LA only to return.
Voluntarily.
No one had held a gun to my head or shackled my wrists. Nope, I’d strapped my surfboard to the roof of my SUV and made the trek home to buy property on the very edge of town. Outside of town, truth be told. Because the icy tundra in the city proper—ha ha—wasn’t enough for me. Might as well build a damn shack with my own two hands and surround it with pine trees and solitude.
So much freaking solitude.
True, it was just my vacation home. Cue more laughter. My place to escape from the rigors of being a famous rockstar.
At least the rockstar part was right. In my head if nowhere else. The famous? Working on that. Wilder Mind’s first single was due to drop just after the holidays, and our manager, Lila Crandall, was prepping us for the big time. A lot of that was smoke and mirrors designed to build us up into being the showmen we weren’t quite yet, but under her bluster, there was a kernel of truth.
Wilder Mind was poised to take on the world.
Me? I was poised to chop some wood so I could hole up in my cabin and spend New Year’s Eve soaking up the silence.
No other company. No other voices. Especially no incessant interview questions or even the shrill scream of fans. Not that we’d dealt with much of that yet. Only a taste. A hint of things to come if we were lucky enough to make it big.