Working Stiff:Casimir (Runaway Billionaires #1)(79)
"Kidnapped, A Rae and Wulf Epilogue #2" (Billionaires in Disguise: Rae)
"Rae and Wulf: At the Hospital" (Interval scenes available only to newsletter subscribers. Sign up here and get it immediately for FREE: CLICK HERE or type "bit.ly/Blair-Email" into your browser.)
Lay Your Hands On Me (Billionaires in Disguise: Georgie and Rock Stars in Disguise: Xan, #3)
Nothing Else Matters (Billionaires in Disguise: Georgie and Rock Stars in Disguise: Xan, #4)
"Montreux, A Rae and Wulf Epilogue #3" (Billionaires in Disguise: Rae)
The Rock Star's Secret Baby (Rock Stars in Disguise: Cadell)
Runaway Princess Bride (Billionaires in Disguise: Flicka)
Stiff Competition (Runaway Billionaires #3, Maxence)
You don't have to read everything perfectly in this order. I try to recap or make books as standalone as possible. The mini-series within this overall list, such as the Lizzy books or the Georgie books, should be read in order.
Also, just so you know what you're getting up there, novel-length books are in italics, like this, but "short forms," like short stories and novellas, are in "quotation marks." ~BB
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Rock Stars in Disguise: Tryp
CHAPTER ONE
Tryp Areleous's arm lay heavy on Elfie's shoulders, and he stumbled beside her as she half-led, half-carried him down the hotel hallway. His other arm flopped by his side, beyond his control, as she read the numbers on the doors, 506, 508, and hoped that 514 was right around the corner. His drunken flopping might knock her into one of the too-close walls.
"How old are you, Elfie?" Tryp slurred as he tripped over a carpet bump that existed only in his macked-up mind.
"I just turned nineteen," Elfie said.
"You've been on the road with us for two years."
"I have a good fake I.D." She adjusted his arm, which was surprisingly burly considering how rarely he ever exercised at the hotel gyms. He never got up before the radio stations called to interview, and then the shows were soon after. Maybe he was still benefitting from the effects of Xan's Utah shock gym.
"You were seventeen?" he asked.
He wasn't too shitfaced to do simple math, astounding, but he was probably too messed up to remember anything she told him. Tryp had a lot of blackouts. She said, "I ran away from home. Long story."
His breath smelled like whiskey, a comforting scent, when he said, "When I was nineteen, I was a millionaire with a platinum record."
"Way to make me feel better about my life, buddy." Elfie adjusted his arm on her shoulders to hold him up while she frisked him for his wallet and, not finding it because it had probably been stolen by some desperate groupie again, his hotel room keycard. She shoved him up against the wall and found it in his sock.
Tryp said, "I was living in a shitty hotel because my girlfriend OD'ed on heroin and was in a coma. I didn't know how to wash the blood off the walls of her apartment."
"That must have been terrible." She opened his door and shoved him toward the bed. He landed on it like a redwood falling in the forest.
"She died. Liver failure."
"I'm really sorry." She closed the drapes, darkening the room and shutting out the bright morning sun outside. He only had five hours to sleep before the wake-up call.
"You wanna suck my dick?" Tryp mumbled into the pillow.
"Not in the slightest." She started for the door.
"Why not? What kind of a groupie are you?"
"I'm the pyrotechnics engineer, you jackass. Now go the fuck to sleep before I put a bomb in your bass drum tonight."
"Promises, promises," he muttered. "Where's the show tomorrow, Elfie?"
"Moline, the Quad Cities."
"And where are we now?"
"Kansas City." He looked cold, lying on his belly on the bed like that, so Elfie flipped the other side of the comforter over him.
"I hate Kansas City. We always have to do a runner."
"Yeah, runners suck." Elfie edged toward the door and put her hand on the light switch.
"Don't go."
"I'm not going to fuck you, Tryp."
"Just stay." His face was half-buried in the pillow. "I'll die and no one will know."
"You're just drunk. You're not going to die."
"I feel like I'm going to die."
"Lay off the Jagermeister. That shit is poison."
"Please stay." His hand twitched on the sheet like he was reaching for her.
So Elfie sat in the chair and waited until Tryp's breathing evened out and he went to sleep, his face mashed into the pillow, just like always, before she went and found her own hotel room to crash for a few hours while the rest of the crew struck the concert set back in Des Moines and drove the trucks to join them in Kansas City.