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  Rockstar Sinners

  Ja’Nese Dixon

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  To my sisters.

  Also by Ja’Nese Dixon

  Read the Series

  Forbidden Chords Series (Contemporary Romance)

  Rockstar Secrets (Book 1)

  Rockstar Sinners (Book 2)

  Rockstar Billionaire (Coming soon)

  Contents

  About Rockstar Sinners

  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

  Dear Reader

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  COMING SOON: Rockstar Billionaire (Book 3)

  Also by Ja’Nese Dixon

  About the Author

  Can she convince him that her only addiction is him?

  Sydney “Lady Bird” Jones took sex, drugs, and rock ’n roll to the extreme—literally—until she woke up determined to put the limelight in her rearview mirror.

  Cameron Carter can spot raw talent a mile away with his eyes closed and ears plugged. He stumbles into a small Austin showcase, and the songstress captures his attention and his heart.

  Sydney believes the sexy executive belongs in her bed as Cameron fights to maintain professional boundaries against the need to possess every inch of her. But when a demon comes to haunt her, he might as well sign his death certificate.

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  Chapter One

  The Bat City had officially drove him batshit crazy. Cameron Carter wanted to glue his eyes shut and stuff his ears with cotton. He wasn’t prone to theatrics. But layering his accelerated desire to build Rockstar Entertainment with his nonstop travel schedule and the once cool, calm Cameron became a much more agitated and prickly version of himself.

  He groaned rubbing a hand over his face as his head fell back to the cool leather headrest. His eyes slid closed as he scanned his mind through the faces and sounds he experienced the past ten days at South by Southwest in Austin. None of them would do.

  Now, all he wanted to do was drive back to Houston to sleep in his own bed. But he told the guys he’d meet them at Smith & Jameson tonight. And Cameron’s word was his bond. His Pops taught him that.

  As one of the five partners with Rockstar Entertainment, Cameron’s role as the leader of their unconventional bunch meant he managed their business affairs and he found the talent. They finally launched their flagship artist, Marques Carter, and RSE was ready to sign new talent starting tonight. They were surprising one of their staff musicians, Isaac Jones, with a production deal. So, he guessed the trip wasn’t a total wash. Isaac deserved this shot. But Cameron went to Austin looking for one thing. A queen for RSE.

  Marques went from the Prince of R&B to the King in a sea of trap music and hip hop. And every king needed a queen.

  So, his trip was split between attending the daytime sessions to make connections with other music executives and his nights club hopping. He went from venue to venue, night after night, searching for a gem in the midst of rubble with no luck.

  Giving Isaac this contract would be the highlight of his trip because he failed to find what he was looking for. Granted, he didn’t want just any ole’ artist. After their success with Marques, Cameron wanted the female version to embody the sound and heart of RSE. Her sexy had to match their swag.

  Rough, yet soft. Sultry, but real. Relevant and soulful.

  And she had to sang! Not sing, not hum, not whine. She had to make the hairs on the back of his neck give a standing ovation. He’d settle for nothing less.

  He couldn’t. All eyes were on RSE to see if they could produce another star. And it all started with Cameron. But only if he could find her.

  Cameron sat in the same spot for almost an half hour willing his body to move. He opened his eyes and glanced at the restaurant across the street then to digital clock on the dashboard. He had a couple hours before the scheduled gathering with the guys. That would give him enough time to catch up with Asher and Dylan, the owners of Smith & Jameson—a couple of old friends.

  Cameron needed to get moving. Since he was in town they needed him to check on the arrangements. Isaac thought they were coming down to hang out for his birthday. They reserved the VIP suite and planned to pop a few bottles. The entire team would be on deck to watch Isaac ink his deal.

  He reached for the door handled, climbing out of the car. He crossed the street gathering his resolve to endure yet another copycat artist on another stage, because this was Austin, the live music capital of the world.

  The shear volume of artists with the same sound, same lyrical content about cars and women and money wore him out. Cameron was over it nine days ago. Yet here he was walking into another establishment. After tonight, he didn’t want to hear another note from another soul for at least a month. But he had a soundtrack to score.

  Cameron reached for the door and entered S&J. Asher and Dylan opened it a couple years ago and this was his first visit. The placed looked packed.

  He stood in line behind a few people as they inched their way to the hostess. His eyes slowly swept the room. Beautiful dark wood ran the length of the interior. The waiting area had stain-glass walls on either side. Soft music played over the speakers.

  Cameron took a deep breath, the mellow, grown and sexy vibe brought a smile to his face. He could feel the tension in his neck relaxing as he stepped forward.

  “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the man himself.” Cameron turn towards the sound of Asher Smith. A smile crossed Asher’s face, a face that hadn’t changed since college.

  “The man? Naw, you the man.” They gripped hands, leaning in for a one armed hug. Then they pulled back to look out over the restaurant. Cameron was impressed. “Look at this place.”

  “Thanks. We are truly blessed. Let me give you a quick tour before I show you to the VIP suite.” Asher motioned him inside and Cameron followed, walking past the hostess.

  “You can see the bar here,” Asher motioned to the far wall, “and back there is where we have your gathering set up.”

  Cameron nodded. The bar held the same dark wood with a mirrored wall behind it.

  “That area is the lounge.” They walked to a doorway, the room held a small stage with instruments. “We have live music tonight.”

  Cameron couldn’t suppress his groan.

  “N
ah man.” Asher laughed, stepping closer to let a couple walk around them. “It’s Isaac and his band.”

  “Oh, word?”

  Asher nodded. Cameron glanced at his watch. This night was looking up. He planned to drive back to Houston tonight. But listening to Isaac’s set may chase away the memories of the autotune, half naked presentations he’d witnessed all week.

  “I’ll have to hang around after our celebration.”

  “You don’t have to hang around. They are scheduled to start in about thirty minutes. How about this?” Asher gripped his shoulder and pointed to a set of glass doors. “Head out those doors to the courtyard and grab some food. I’ll get you a table set up in here. We can catch up and listen to them play before you head back to your suite.”

  “I’d like that.” And Cameron meant it. He could smell the food already. He could hear them play, hang with his family, then head home tonight. Yes, this night was looking up indeed.

  “Bet.”

  Asher headed in one direction and Cameron went in the other. They didn’t visit each other often but they talked by phone frequently. Asher and Dylan worked hard to get S&J open and judging by the crowd inside, the people of Austin appreciated their efforts.

  Cameron let his nose lead the way as he loosened his tie. His suit and tie made him appear overdressed compared to the casual attire of the other patrons. He removed his jacket and draped it over his forearm as he reached the glass doors.

  But the scent of warm honey stopped him in his tracks. Cameron froze and glanced from side to side. The soft fragrance canceled out the aroma of barbecue and the spice of Thai. And his eyes locked with who he presumed was the culprit. His heartbeat dropped to a sultry crawl as her eyes boldly scanned him. He turned in her direction intending to give her a full display.

  Her light brown skin and full curly hair made her stand out in the dimly lit room. Her sinful curves were the ones songs were made of. A delicate hand draped on her hip with a body hugging dress that fell to the floor in a puddle of black sequin.

  The flames in her eyes were bright enough to cut through the room and ignite a trail of heated sensation across his skin. It took every drop of resolve to remain put. She looked like the red carpet type. The kind of woman ready to stand in the spotlight. The type he’d take to fancy industry parties and travel around the world. And those weren’t usually the marrying type.

  Okay, maybe he didn’t want the marrying type just yet. But there was no way he could sample her and live to tell the tale.

  Cameron commanded his feet to move. And let another man succumb to her alluring gaze. Because giving into what his body wanted right now would be asking for trouble. And he’d learned the hard way that women like the honey-dipped beauty standing less than ten feet away tend to be trouble with all capital letters.

  Trouble that he couldn’t afford. Especially since he’d been asked to oversee the score for a major motion picture, thanks to his cousin. So, the pressure to assemble the RSE roster was amplified by one thousand percent. He had a label to build. Artists to sign. Music to record.

  Cameron tipped his head and her ruby red lips parted into a smile showing beautiful white teeth. His chest felt tight. Was the universe serious right now?

  Keep your eyes on the prize. He pushed open the heavy glass door and found himself in the open courtyard.

  Cameron had two “real” relationships and both managed to annihilate his heart with a sledgehammer. Then he witnessed Marques’ wedding and his love for his wife Brione. Something inside Cameron shifted. And he no longer wanted to be known as the Carter Playboy.

  That reality and Cameron’s nonstop schedule had him spending his nights alone. Not due to the lack of offerings. However, in his position gorgeous women were the norm. Cameron attended the “it” parties, red carpet premiers, exclusive events. They all wanted to be wined and dined and pampered. They all wanted to be seen on his arm. They all wanted something.

  Cameron the music executive. Cameron the son of a celebrity. Cameron the mogul. None of them wanted Cameron, the man.

  He’d played along because they all knew the deal. It worked, for a while.

  He circle the globe. He sampled its offerings. Cameron was a fisher of women, having his fun. But his big houses were empty. And a part of him was ready to settle down.

  Cameron had played and lost at love. Not once but twice. He wasn’t a quitter, but he wasn’t glutton for punishment either. He glanced back at the door.

  He wanted to ask her name. Did she have a man? Did she want a man? But none of that was his business. To get something different, he had to be someone different. And she looked to be more of the same. A party girl, looking for a good time.

  He’d learned the more success they saw with RSE that catching a woman wasn’t the issue. Catching the right woman was.

  A woman not hypnotized by it all. A woman not “enthralled by the glitz and glamour of fame,” as his Pops liked to put it.

  Cameron walked towards the food trucks. Space would do him well. But her warm honey scent left a lasting impression.

  And on everything, he wasn’t ready to expose his heart not when casually dating gave him the freedom of keeping it stored away for safekeeping. Opening himself up meant letting someone in. Again.

  It was best to focus on the task at hand. Nail the soundtrack. Forget the girl. Nah, wasn’t nothing girl in her, she was all woman.

  Forget the woman, focus on the music.

  Tonight he’d enjoy his family and friends. Then back to business.

  “Cameron?”

  He glanced over his shoulder as Isaac closed the space between them. “Hey man.”

  “You good?”

  “Yeah man, what’s up?”

  “I called you a few times.”

  “Man, my head it stuffed with this week’s ratchet music. I need a vacation to cleanse my mental palette.”

  They laughed as they walked closer to the food trucks. Cameron was still shook by her ruby red lips and sexy full hips. He honestly hadn’t heard Isaac.

  “Well you’re in for a treat tonight.”

  “A treat?” He turned towards Isaac.

  “Yes sir. My sister decided to join us tonight for the first set. I had to beg her.” He laughed.

  “Beg?” Cameron scanned the signs trying to decide on what to get. He settled on the barbecue.

  “Beg and I promised to take her shopping at the Galleria Mall in Houston.”

  “Oh dang!” Cameron ran his hand over his fade. “You better dust off your credit card.”

  Isaac covered his mouth as he laughed. “Tell me about it. But it’s worth it. You’ll see.”

  “Well let me grab some food and then hear this blackmailing sister of yours.”

  “Alright, cool. And thanks for coming.”

  “No doubt. You’re family.” They hugged and Cameron watched as Isaac went back inside. Tonight would be a great night for RSE. Isaac was a gifted young musician and a valuable member of RSE’s house band. But pairing him with Bruce could groom him to be an amazing artist.

  Cameron moved forward and ordered a sausage sandwich then hurried back inside. He shook his head at the thought of Isaac’s sister squeezing her brother for a shopping spree. It sounded like his little sister Lauren.

  Cameron made it back to the lounge. He searched the room and Asher flagged him down. He approached the table surprised by the sight. The Smith tribe was in full effect.

  “Mrs. Smith?” He placed his plate on the table.

  “It’s Mrs. Reinheart.” She still looked more like Asher’s sister, and not a day over thirty. Cameron chuckled at the hell they gave Asher in college over his mother. All the guys wanted a shot.

  “I guess I missed my chance.” Cameron wiggled his eyebrows jokingly.

  “Boy please.” Asher’s mother stood and hugged him.

  “And don’t hug my wife too tight.”

  Cameron outright laughed. “Nah man. I wouldn’t dare.”

  “Jaxon, I
’m with her.” He kissed her then extended a hand.

  “Cameron.” Jaxon looked to be their age. Go ‘head Mrs. Reinheart.

  “But I don’t blame you. She is fine.” Jaxon slipped in before circling an arm around his wife.

  Cameron laughed. “No comment.”

  “You better not. Always drooling over my moms. You know I’ll hurt you over my momma!” Asher added. Cameron decided to keep his lips sealed. Asher’s mother was always fine, still was. “You met her husband. I’d like to introduce you to my wife, Jazz.”

  They hugged. “Nice to meet you.”

  “And you know this guy and he finally married my sister.” Asher elbowed Dylan.

  “Yuki,” Cameron grabbed his heart as if she wounded him, “don’t tell me I missed my shot with you too.”

  “Dude, you acting real thirsty right now.” Dylan added pulling Cameron into a hug.

  “Can you blame me? All these beautiful women.” Cameron shook his hands for emphasis, taking the free seat beside Asher.

  “Yes, I can blame you. Get your own woman.” Dylan said.

  “Oh no, not Playboy Carter.” Asher teased.

  They laughed. Their energy and love was infectious. The Smiths rivaled the Carters as they all talked over one another, completed each other’s sentences, and he laughed until he cried. He sat back in the seat and took a long drink of the cool beer. Adding in a word or two as the women allowed. He passed a few pictures of his own, showcasing his beautiful niece.