Hitched to the Heartthrob – Galentine’s Groupies Read Online Nichole Rose

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Tequila, one wild night, and two rings will send this former boy band heartthrob and the curvy girl of his dreams up in smoke.CrueTen years ago, everyone knew my name.They screamed it everywhere I went.Now, I'm back on tour, and it's like nothing has changed.Except for me and my band. We're older, wiser, and far more prepared for life in the spotlight.Or so we thought. We didn't count on the sassy group of women following us.I certainly didn't count on falling for Ireland.I know I should shut it down when she drunkenly suggests a late-night wedding.Instead, I do everything in my power to make it happen.I want her tied to me in every way possible.But now I have to convince my feisty wife that she wants to keep that ring on her finger.Because I can handle a lot, but living without this curvy little goddess?That's the one thing I'm not willing to do.IrelandI woke up married to a rockstar, and it's all my fault.Thanks, tequila.I've been crushing on Crue since I was a little girl.But I didn't mean to freaking marry him, though!I just wanted an interview for my music blog.Now, the possessive man refuses to let me take off my ring.And he's growling anytime his bandmates even look at me.I shouldn't encourage this because I know it won't last.But he has my heart in his hands, and I'm not sure I want him to give it back.Maybe I should just keep him and pretend there's a no-return policy.Who knew scoring an interview with a heartthrob would be this complicated?

This will be one boy band reunion to remember... When former boy band heartthrobs, Soul Obsession, announce their long-awaited reunion tour, a group of friends seize the chance for an epic girls' getaway following the tour from city to city.Backstage passes help them rediscover their sisterhood...until sparks fly between the gal pals and the guys in the band. Suddenly, this reunion tour becomes a harmony of the heart, where new romance blossoms. Soul Obsession's farewell tour is about to become the love note of the year.Eight of your favorite instalove authors are taking you on a rom-com adventure to remember this Galentine's Day. Grab your girlfriends, get your tickets, and prepare to swoon!

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Prologue

Crue

Ilean against the wall in the rehearsal studio, pretending I'm not doing a damn thing even though I'm carefully watching the other members of the band. It's an old habit. Even after ten years apart, I guess I still haven't been able to shake the damn thing.

This time, I'm not checking to make sure everyone is in the right headspace for a show. I'm simply trying to figure out if anyone wants to be here at all. It's been a long fucking time since we were on a stage together. But time doesn't heal all wounds, and when everyone from here to China screams your name, you end up with a lot of those.

Jax moves to the leather couch, picking up his guitar. I grunt, not sure where the hell I stand with him. We've always been oil and water, sliding against one another but never mixing.

Asher stares out the window, lost in his own world. He's always been our moral compass, but he's been off lately. I'm not sure what's up with him.

Mason drums his fingers against the tabletop, counting out some beat only he knows. He can't dance to save his life, but I'm not mad about it. The man writes the best hooks in the business. He has that look to him now, as if he's working on something in his head.

Jameson scrolls through his phone. God only knows what he's looking at. Set lists? Ways to fake his death and escape to Bora Bora? I don't know. He's hard to pin down.

It's obvious none of them want to be here anymore than I do, though. Who can blame them? The label didn't exactly give us much choice. It was either come back for this tour and album or lose the money they owe us. I don't particularly want to spend the next ten years tied up in court, fighting for what's rightfully ours just because we signed a shit deal when we were too young to know better.

I don't need the money, but I'm not going to let the label fuck us over again, either. Which means it's up to me to get their heads in the game and get them excited for the tour none of us want to be on. But if freedom lies on the other side, well, that doesn't suck.

I clear my throat to get their attention.

Four sets of eyes turn in my direction.

"Alright, ladies, gather round," I say. "We all know why we're here. One last album, one final tour. Then we're free. We've got a lot to cover before we hit the road again."

Jax immediately frowns. "Who put you in charge, Crue? Last I checked, this wasn't a dictatorship."

I roll my eyes. Of course he's the one arguing over who leads this shitshow. As if it fucking matters who leads it so long as we get the shit done and over with.

"Fine," I sigh to appease him, shaking my head. "We'll take a vote. All in favor of me leading this meeting say 'aye'."

"Aye." Asher raises his hand to count his vote.

"Aye. Let's just get this over with."

"Aye."

"Excellent. Then, by the power vested in me by the band Soul Obsession, I now call this meeting to order."

"Do you need a gavel there, Judge Crue?" Jax asks sarcastically.

I ignore him. He's been a dick for as long as I've known him. It's part of his charm. He hides a lot behind it.

"Alright, first order of business, the setlist. Management wants us to focus mostly on our old hits, with a couple of new songs sprinkled in. I think we should open with Girlfriend since that always got the crowds pumped up," I say.

"Agreed. Can I sit out for that one this time?" Mason asks, his British accent obvious. "I'm really not looking forward to all those synchronized group dances we used to do. Dancing was not in my original job description as the drummer, you know."

"What exactly was in your original job description, Mase? Sit there and look brooding while hitting stuff with sticks?" Jax asks, giving Mason shit now.

"That's the dream." Mason grins, shooting Jax a wink.

"A proctologist appointment sounds more appealing to me than synchronized dancing," Asher mutters.

"Come on, guys. It wasn't all bad. We used to have fun together. Don't you remember how great it felt to hear the crowd roar?" I ask, trying to get them in the right headspace. The tour is going to crash and fucking burn if every single one of us don't want to be there. "Doesn't that count for something?"

"Oh yeah. Nothing fills the soul quite like having underwear thrown at you every night by screaming teenagers and running from paparazzi during the day," Jax mutters.

"It sounds like hell." Asher grimaces, his face pale. "Please remind me why we’re doing this to ourselves again?"

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