Double Your Pleasure Bundle by Alyse Zaftig, Jamie Klaire, Bliss Devlin, Lily Thorn, Kit Tunstall, Meg Watson, Marie Carnay, Misha Carver, Cara Wylde, Connie Cliff, Lana Walch, Auriella Skye, Desirae Grove Page B
Authors: Alyse Zaftig, Jamie Klaire, Bliss Devlin, Lily Thorn, Kit Tunstall, Meg Watson, Marie Carnay, Misha Carver, Cara Wylde, Connie Cliff, Lana Walch, Auriella Skye, Desirae Grove
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close and personal with her lady bits and then running out the door like a scared teenager. It was absurd. She scrubbed her face with her hands. “God. It’s so embarrassing.”
Melanie snorted. “Depressing is more like it. How can you ever go on a date with them if you don’t know their names?”
“I am not going out on a date with them! Did you look at them—like really look at them? I’ve got more fat on my fingers than they do on their whole bodies.”
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
Rachel grabbed a pillow and hugged it to her chest. She didn’t usually give her weight a second thought. But after all the rejections in this crazy, superficial town, she couldn’t help it. “Guys like that don’t want girls like me. Not for more than a quickie behind the stage. And look how that turned out.”
“Pfft. Don’t sell yourself so short. From what you said he wasn’t exactly taking advantage.”
Rachel blushed. She could still feel his tongue lapping across her clit. His hands grabbing her ass and dragging her closer. Savoring her. But that couldn’t be right. She let out a huff. “He must have been buttering me up. Fuzzing my head so he could take me out back and chop me up into tiny pieces.”
“I don’t think serial killers lure their victims with mind-blowing orgasms. Besides, you were amazing on stage last night. Guys would kill for a chance to be with you.”
Rachel rolled her eyes. “Right. That’s why there’s a crowd outside, beating down the door.”
“Stop it. You know you’re never going to make it in this business if you don’t think you deserve it.”
She let her head fall back onto the cushion and closed her eyes. They’d had this discussion before. Melanie always cheering her on, telling her she was the next big thing. She just didn’t understand. Los Angeles was about so much more than talent. It was about the whole package. Not the plus-sized kind. “It’s not about that, Mel. I know I can sing.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
Rachel popped open an eye. “What?”
“Nothing.” Melanie sipped her coffee and shrugged.
No way. She wasn’t clamming up now. “Just tell me. What is it?”
Her best friend sighed. “It’s just that—they are the same thing. Look at all the big time singers out there. They walk into a room like they own the place. Not like they’re just renting it for the night.”
“Your point?”
“My point is, if you don’t have the confidence to know you’re the best thing in the room, a record label won’t either.”
As Rachel opened her mouth to argue, her phone rang. She snatched it off the coffee table, swiped it open and answered. “Rachel Madison.”
“Hello Ms. Madison, my name is Dave Richards, I’m in the A&R department of Falcon Records. How are you this morning?”
A shot of adrenaline rushed through her and she glanced at Melanie with that holy shit look on her face. “I’m good…great. I’m great. How can I help you, Mr. Richards?”
The man on the phone chuckled. “Dave, please. And, actually, I’m hoping you can help us. We were in Vortex last night and watched you perform.”
“Really?” It came out as more of a squeak than a question. A guy from a record label watched her perform. Oh my god .
“Yes. We were wondering, would you have any interest in coming to our headquarters and recording a demo? We have a state-of-the-art facility and would provide all the support you need.”
Rachel’s tongue turned to parchment. A record label wanted her to record a demo. In their own studio. She tried to swallow, but it turned into a cough.
“Ms. Madison? Are you alright?”
“Y-yes. I’m sorry. You were saying?”
“We were thinking three songs, original if possible. Just you. Any instruments you’d like.”
“I…have a guitar. It’s usually just me and my guitar.”
“Great. So, is that a yes?”
She blinked and looked up at Melanie. “Yes, that’s a yes. I’d love to come in. When were you
Melanie snorted. “Depressing is more like it. How can you ever go on a date with them if you don’t know their names?”
“I am not going out on a date with them! Did you look at them—like really look at them? I’ve got more fat on my fingers than they do on their whole bodies.”
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
Rachel grabbed a pillow and hugged it to her chest. She didn’t usually give her weight a second thought. But after all the rejections in this crazy, superficial town, she couldn’t help it. “Guys like that don’t want girls like me. Not for more than a quickie behind the stage. And look how that turned out.”
“Pfft. Don’t sell yourself so short. From what you said he wasn’t exactly taking advantage.”
Rachel blushed. She could still feel his tongue lapping across her clit. His hands grabbing her ass and dragging her closer. Savoring her. But that couldn’t be right. She let out a huff. “He must have been buttering me up. Fuzzing my head so he could take me out back and chop me up into tiny pieces.”
“I don’t think serial killers lure their victims with mind-blowing orgasms. Besides, you were amazing on stage last night. Guys would kill for a chance to be with you.”
Rachel rolled her eyes. “Right. That’s why there’s a crowd outside, beating down the door.”
“Stop it. You know you’re never going to make it in this business if you don’t think you deserve it.”
She let her head fall back onto the cushion and closed her eyes. They’d had this discussion before. Melanie always cheering her on, telling her she was the next big thing. She just didn’t understand. Los Angeles was about so much more than talent. It was about the whole package. Not the plus-sized kind. “It’s not about that, Mel. I know I can sing.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
Rachel popped open an eye. “What?”
“Nothing.” Melanie sipped her coffee and shrugged.
No way. She wasn’t clamming up now. “Just tell me. What is it?”
Her best friend sighed. “It’s just that—they are the same thing. Look at all the big time singers out there. They walk into a room like they own the place. Not like they’re just renting it for the night.”
“Your point?”
“My point is, if you don’t have the confidence to know you’re the best thing in the room, a record label won’t either.”
As Rachel opened her mouth to argue, her phone rang. She snatched it off the coffee table, swiped it open and answered. “Rachel Madison.”
“Hello Ms. Madison, my name is Dave Richards, I’m in the A&R department of Falcon Records. How are you this morning?”
A shot of adrenaline rushed through her and she glanced at Melanie with that holy shit look on her face. “I’m good…great. I’m great. How can I help you, Mr. Richards?”
The man on the phone chuckled. “Dave, please. And, actually, I’m hoping you can help us. We were in Vortex last night and watched you perform.”
“Really?” It came out as more of a squeak than a question. A guy from a record label watched her perform. Oh my god .
“Yes. We were wondering, would you have any interest in coming to our headquarters and recording a demo? We have a state-of-the-art facility and would provide all the support you need.”
Rachel’s tongue turned to parchment. A record label wanted her to record a demo. In their own studio. She tried to swallow, but it turned into a cough.
“Ms. Madison? Are you alright?”
“Y-yes. I’m sorry. You were saying?”
“We were thinking three songs, original if possible. Just you. Any instruments you’d like.”
“I…have a guitar. It’s usually just me and my guitar.”
“Great. So, is that a yes?”
She blinked and looked up at Melanie. “Yes, that’s a yes. I’d love to come in. When were you
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