Double Dealing: A Menage Romance
Lauren Landish
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Double Dealing was originally intended to be a 3 part series. Parts 1 and 2 were previously published as “Bandits: A Hardy Brothers Menage Romance.” Instead of releasing the 3rd, I have combined them and renamed it.
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Double Dealing
Two ridiculously hot bad boy brothers. One unsuspecting good girl.
Sounds like a recipe for disaster, right? Well, it might be, but it could be the best thing that’s ever happened to me, too.
Felix and Francois may have taken me hostage, but they’re the hottest damn criminals I’ve ever seen. I SHOULD be thinking of every possible way to escape. But all I can do is gaze into their mysterious eyes — eyes that promise dark, forbidden pleasures that I’d never dare tell my mother about.
The two brothers have a rivalry, and neither of them will be outdone in their bid to claim me.
There’s two of them and only one of me.
Call me greedy, but why should I have to choose?
Can’t I have my cake and eat it too?
**Double Dealing is a full-length standalone novel with an HEA.
Chapter 1
Jordan
I could feel sweat drip down my back as the hot stage lights glared down on me. I was focused, my left hand flying up and down the neck of my guitar as my right hand shredded out notes. I was trying as hard as I could, knowing the odds were stacked against me. Finally, with a last peel, I tweaked with my tremolo bar, carrying out the final note until it faded away.
"Thank you Jordan," the band manager called out, and in his voice I could hear two things. First, he was impressed by what he'd heard. Women in rock and roll are pretty rare, although those who could break through the image tended to be pretty famous. I mean, growing up, Joan Jet, Heart, and Lita Ford had been my idols, and they were all women who rocked.
But rock was in a slump, especially in the Los Angeles area, and getting a gig was damned hard. When you combined that with the fact that my original background wasn't in rock but in classical music, the difficulty doubled. Band managers and record company talent scouts didn't have a lot of room for a girl who grew up in the suburbs of St. Louis to a middle-class family and played the violin as well as piano. They wanted either rich girls who they could market as Paris Hilton wannabes, or blue collar types they could cast in the classic rock n' roll image. Hell, they wanted the next coming of the Bangles really. More style than substance, and if you looked great in a tight dress, all the better.
That led to the second thing I heard in the manager's voice, that of rejection. There was no way I was going to be on stage soon with Shadows and Dust — the name of the band. Still, he was polite about it. "That was some of the best playing I've heard all year," the band manager, a guy named Rick who looked more like a tax accountant than a band manager, said. "I'll forward the video of your performance up, but I'm going to be honest, I don't know if the company is going to go for it. Last time I said the band needed a new guitarist, they just did in-house session guys for the entire tour."
"I understand," I said, unslinging my guitar and flexing my cramped fingers. I'd been jamming nonstop for fifteen minutes, starting with GNR's "Sweet Child O' Mine" before before ending with a personal childhood favorite, Heart's "Alone" and then just a minute or two of straight jamming out. After all of that, my hands were aching, and I needed to stretch them out. There's a reason that a good band will mix up the complexity of their songs in a set. You have to give all of your members a chance to hang back once in a while and relax. Nobody can jam hard for an hour long stretch. Guitar and piano players cramp up, guys on the horns or sax will lose their breath, and even lead singers will go hoarse if you can't give everyone a chance to rise and fall with a set. A good band will make sure to script out their sets that way, or else they don't make it that long.