Heavy Metal Heart: A Bad Boy Rock Star Romance by Annette Fields Page B
Authors: Annette Fields
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tightly. Their hearts beat in unison as her fingertips explored the intricate tattoo work on his shoulders. Up close, she saw some of them covered scar tissue.
Her feelings for Torsten remained a jumbled, confused mess. Part of her still believed she should stay away from him, if only because of his celebrity status. But the more she talked to him, the longer this gorgeous specimen of man held her in bed, the more she hated the idea of him being hurt. Even if it was a long time ago.
In his icy blue eyes, she saw flecks of warmth. She wondered what those eyes saw growing up, what hardships he had to endure and overcome. What exactly nearly killed him as a child?
“What are you thinking, love?” he asked with a nuzzling kiss to her hair.
“Just that my childhood was probably so bland and sheltered compared to yours. I hate how growing up privileged blinds you to how hard others have it.”
Torsten responded by crushing her mouth with his. He kissed her so deeply, she sank like a weight into the memory foam mattress. Helena's body fused with his as she lost herself in the sensations of his mouth.
"Don't pity me, love. I wouldn't be here, in bed with you, if it weren't for my past." He brushed the hair from her forehead softly and kissed her eyelids. "Everything that's ever happened to me has led me to you."
Chapter 19
Torsten
The week leading up to the tour was a whirlwind. Torsten made sure the band rehearsed every single night for at least four hours. They rehearsed different set lists for different cities. Everyone deserved a unique experience, especially if they were following the band around to different shows.
He could see the headline now: The new Deadheads are Hammerheads, following Mjolnir, the heavy metal band named after Thor’s hammer .
Helena buzzed around taking photos and interviewing the band members, but time didn't allow for much privacy. Seeing her smile and laugh with his bandmates made Torsten’s heart swell. She seemed apprehensive of what the band thought of her coming along, but they were thrilled, as Torsten knew they would be.
Really, love. Don’t worry so much about what others think.
They would fly to Paris via private plane, check into their hotel suites, do sound checks, and play the following evening. From Paris, they would sail on a yacht to Ireland and England, then fly down to Portugal and Spain. Two shows were scheduled in Spain, first in Madrid, then Barcelona. From Barcelona, they would travel through the south of France via a private train. Each band member had their own private train car. Roadies and assistants would share a car between two people, which still left them plenty of personal space. They would continue through Italy, Switzerland, Germany and the rest of Europe via relaxing, leisurely train ride.
Torsten made sure every detail was streamlined, from the private plane to the yacht to the UK, and every detail on the private train. He made sure all the staff --from the cooks and bartenders to the pilots, captains, and conductors-- were the most qualified and professional he could find. He wanted the band to focus on nothing but performing. They would play over 30 shows and needed to be at the top of their game for every single one. He demanded much from them and he knew it.
Despite streamlining everything down to the last detail, Torsten couldn't relax. He knew something would go wrong. On every tour, he made sure to account for whatever could possibly go tits up. But there was always something he wouldn't be able to predict.
And with Helena by his side, he felt a sense of duty to be extra diligent. She traveled before, but not as extensively as this. He knew she was tough enough to handle herself in most situations, but in a strange country where they didn't speak the language, anything could happen. Especially in Eastern European countries where kidnapping and human trafficking were more prevalent.
She would be safest when also naked
Her feelings for Torsten remained a jumbled, confused mess. Part of her still believed she should stay away from him, if only because of his celebrity status. But the more she talked to him, the longer this gorgeous specimen of man held her in bed, the more she hated the idea of him being hurt. Even if it was a long time ago.
In his icy blue eyes, she saw flecks of warmth. She wondered what those eyes saw growing up, what hardships he had to endure and overcome. What exactly nearly killed him as a child?
“What are you thinking, love?” he asked with a nuzzling kiss to her hair.
“Just that my childhood was probably so bland and sheltered compared to yours. I hate how growing up privileged blinds you to how hard others have it.”
Torsten responded by crushing her mouth with his. He kissed her so deeply, she sank like a weight into the memory foam mattress. Helena's body fused with his as she lost herself in the sensations of his mouth.
"Don't pity me, love. I wouldn't be here, in bed with you, if it weren't for my past." He brushed the hair from her forehead softly and kissed her eyelids. "Everything that's ever happened to me has led me to you."
Chapter 19
Torsten
The week leading up to the tour was a whirlwind. Torsten made sure the band rehearsed every single night for at least four hours. They rehearsed different set lists for different cities. Everyone deserved a unique experience, especially if they were following the band around to different shows.
He could see the headline now: The new Deadheads are Hammerheads, following Mjolnir, the heavy metal band named after Thor’s hammer .
Helena buzzed around taking photos and interviewing the band members, but time didn't allow for much privacy. Seeing her smile and laugh with his bandmates made Torsten’s heart swell. She seemed apprehensive of what the band thought of her coming along, but they were thrilled, as Torsten knew they would be.
Really, love. Don’t worry so much about what others think.
They would fly to Paris via private plane, check into their hotel suites, do sound checks, and play the following evening. From Paris, they would sail on a yacht to Ireland and England, then fly down to Portugal and Spain. Two shows were scheduled in Spain, first in Madrid, then Barcelona. From Barcelona, they would travel through the south of France via a private train. Each band member had their own private train car. Roadies and assistants would share a car between two people, which still left them plenty of personal space. They would continue through Italy, Switzerland, Germany and the rest of Europe via relaxing, leisurely train ride.
Torsten made sure every detail was streamlined, from the private plane to the yacht to the UK, and every detail on the private train. He made sure all the staff --from the cooks and bartenders to the pilots, captains, and conductors-- were the most qualified and professional he could find. He wanted the band to focus on nothing but performing. They would play over 30 shows and needed to be at the top of their game for every single one. He demanded much from them and he knew it.
Despite streamlining everything down to the last detail, Torsten couldn't relax. He knew something would go wrong. On every tour, he made sure to account for whatever could possibly go tits up. But there was always something he wouldn't be able to predict.
And with Helena by his side, he felt a sense of duty to be extra diligent. She traveled before, but not as extensively as this. He knew she was tough enough to handle herself in most situations, but in a strange country where they didn't speak the language, anything could happen. Especially in Eastern European countries where kidnapping and human trafficking were more prevalent.
She would be safest when also naked
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