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  An Affair In Paris

  Brooke Blaine

  Ella Frank

  Copyright © 2019 by Brooke Blaine & Ella Frank

  www.brookeblaine.com

  www.ellafrank.com

  Edited by Arran McNicol

  Cover Design © By Hang Le

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  Contents

  Synopsis

  Also by Brooke Blaine

  Also By Ella Frank

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Thank You

  About Brooke Blaine

  About Ella Frank

  Synopsis

  One tattooed drummer

  One feisty redhead

  One sexy as sin keyboardist

  And one smokin' hot night...

  What happens when two bandmates from the hottest rock band on the planet hook up with their lead singer’s (off limits) little sister?

  Trouble, that’s what.

  But lucky for Imogen, trouble is exactly what’s on the menu.

  Also by Brooke Blaine

  South Haven Series

  A Little Bit Like Love

  A Little Bit Like Desire

  The Unforgettable Duet

  Forget Me Not

  Remember Me When

  L.A. Liaisons Series

  Licked

  Hooker

  P.I.T.A.

  Romantic Suspense

  Flash Point

  PresLocke Series

  Co-Authored with Ella Frank

  Aced

  Locked

  Wedlocked

  Fallen Angel Series

  Co-Authored with Ella Frank

  HALO

  VIPER

  ANGEL

  Standalone Novels

  Co-Authored with Ella Frank

  Sex Addict

  Shiver

  Wrapped Up in You

  All I Want for Christmas…Is My Sister’s Boyfriend

  Also By Ella Frank

  The Exquisite Series

  Exquisite

  Entice

  Edible

  The Temptation Series

  Try

  Take

  Trust

  Tease

  Tate

  True

  Confessions Series

  Confessions: Robbie

  Confessions: Julien

  Confessions: Priest

  Confessions: The Princess, The Prick & The Priest

  Sunset Cove Series

  Finley

  Devil’s Kiss

  Masters Among Monsters Series

  Alasdair

  Isadora

  Thanos

  Standalones

  Blind Obsession

  Veiled Innocence

  PresLocke Series

  Co-Authored with Brooke Blaine

  ACED

  LOCKED

  WEDLOCKED

  Fallen Angel Series

  Co-Authored with Brooke Blaine

  HALO

  VIPER

  ANGEL

  Co-Authored with Brooke Blaine

  Sex Addict

  Shiver

  Wrapped Up in You

  All I Want for Christmas…Is My Sister’s Boyfriend

  Chapter One

  “HALO, I PROMISE I’m fine. It’s been a long day of traveling, so I’m just gonna order room service and pass out early,” I said, as I shouldered my phone and opened the elegant French doors of my hotel suite that led out to a private balcony. A warm breeze greeted me, the smell of baked goods wafting up from the patisserie below. I took in a deep inhale and gazed out at the twinkling lights of Paris before me. The Eiffel Tower rose in the distance, a glittering jewel in the night sky, and my lips curved. “Oh, big brother, you did good. I’m not gonna want to leave.”

  Halo’s rumbling laugh filtered through the phone. “Does that mean you’ve already seen the bathroom?”

  Oh, please tell me there’s a massive tub. I practically ran through the suite, and as I stepped into the marble-tiled room, my eyes focused on the freestanding claw-foot tub that also had a stunning view of the city.

  That’s it. I’m moving in.

  “Im? Imogen? Did you faint?”

  “I’ve died and gone to heaven. All I need now are bath bombs. There goes my evening.”

  “Good, now I don’t feel so bad about not being there,” Halo said. “I’m not sure how much longer things are gonna take here, but I’ll stop by when we wrap up the shoot.”

  “You don’t need to do that. I’ll just see you tomorrow.”

  “Are you sure? I hate that you’re spending your first day in Paris by yourself.”

  “First night, technically. And like I said, I’m just gonna pass out, so don’t worry about me.”

  Halo gave in reluctantly, and once we said our goodbyes, I went straight to my suitcase and took out a black lace minidress that clung to my curves and a pair of fiery red heels that matched my hair. A quick shower later, and I was slipping into the low-cut dress and wrapping strands of my hair around a curling wand. I may have told my rocker brother I was hitting the bed early, but there was no way I was spending my first night in Paris alone in my hotel room—no matter how luxurious the suite was. So while he was busy finishing up shooting a music video for his band Fallen Angel’s third single, I’d occupy myself by getting to know my surroundings…and all the gorgeous men I’d seen on my way here.

  I ran my fingers through the ends of my hair, tousling the waves a bit, and after applying a quick coat of lip gloss, I grabbed my purse and was out the door. Where I was headed, I didn’t have a clue, but I’d seen several bars nearby on my way to the hotel, so that seemed like as good a start as any.

  When I stepped off the elevator, the front desk clerks looked up and then did a double take. Quite a change from the athleisure wear a day of travel required, huh, boys? I thought, winking their way as I passed, my heels clicking against the marble floors.

  I was halfway to the door when my eyes caught on a crowd of people in the hotel’s restaurant. That wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but the two men they surrounded definitely were. The guys couldn’t have been more opposite—one was dark-skinned, his hair shaved close to his scalp, and was dressed as immaculately as he was every time I’d seen him. He wore a black fitted button-up, open at the collar, and I knew if he stood up, I’d see tailored dress pants and shoes so shiny you could see your own reflection. Jagger was a smooth talker, a ladies’ man if I’d ever seen one, but he’d never been anything but respectful to me… Dammit.

  And then there was Slade. Every inch of skin you could see, bar his face, was covered in tattoos, and I always wondered if I’d find the same under his clothes. His head was shaved on the sides, and tonight he wore a mohawk that had been colored in alternating shades of teal and purple.

  Both guys were insanely attractive—and also off-limits. Why?

  Because they were in my brother’s band.

  Which raised the question of why they weren’t with Halo, Viper, and Killian shooting the music video, but were instead having drinks and joking around with patrons who obviously recognized them from Fallen Angel, one of the most popular rock bands in the world. Besides being in Paris for a video shoot, they’d also be playing a couple of nights at the Stade De France - Saint Denis, their first shows on this leg of their international tour—and also the reason Halo had flown me over and pu
t me up in a luscious suite. Like I’d miss taking advantage of my brother touring France. Please.

  Jagger looked up, and when his brown eyes met mine, they flickered with surprise. Then a wide smile crossed his face and he waved me over. I didn’t miss the way his gaze traveled over my body as I headed in their direction, but he didn’t let his eyes linger, which, if I had to guess, was more a result of Halo’s threats than my minidress’s lack of effect.

  As I came to a stop at the edge of the crowd, Jagger got to his feet, excusing himself from the others to greet me. His hands were warm as they reached for mine, and when he pulled me into a hug, I could feel every hard muscle of his chest pressing against my front. And dear God, he not only felt good, but he smelled fucking amazing. No wonder he had a revolving bedroom door. What hot-blooded woman could resist such a delicious package? And yet here I was, forced to stay in the friend zone.

  Really, Halo. Couldn’t you have hooked up with a band whose members were a little less sexy?

  “Well, if it isn’t our favorite girl in the world,” Jagger said, and pressed a friendly, quick kiss to my cheek.

  “Woman,” I said, as he straightened up and squeezed his hands around mine. “I’m a woman, not a little girl. Just in case you hadn’t noticed.”

  I had to give him credit: Jagger’s eyes stayed firmly locked on mine, which had to be a feat, considering the neckline of my dress plunged all the way to the bottom of my breastbone, proclaiming loud and clear just how much of a woman I really was.

  But that didn’t stop the arrogant smirk that tipped up the corner of his lips. “Trust me, it’s taking every ounce of restraint I have not to notice.”

  I was about to let him know that I wouldn’t tell Halo if he didn’t, because damn, what would it be like to have Jagger’s full on the hunt mode directed my way? But before I could get the words out, I heard a low whistle from over his shoulder and saw Slade getting to his feet.

  Sweet Jesus. He sure takes your breath away, doesn’t he? I’d once told Halo that Slade came off as the most intimidating out of the guys with his tattoos, badass mohawk, and intimidating height and muscles, but the rumor had always been he was the most sensitive of the bunch, and upon meeting him, it had been quickly confirmed.

  As he stepped up behind Jagger, Slade gave me an appreciative once-over that had my thighs clenching, and when those slate-grey eyes came back up to meet mine, he flashed me a grin that was right on the wrong side of trouble.

  “Damn, Im. You look smokin’ hot tonight.”

  Now that was what I was talking about. My glossy lips curved at the compliment, and I might’ve straightened my shoulders a little to give him an even better look, which Slade took full advantage of.

  Jagger was quick to punch him in the shoulder, a look passing between the two before they returned their attention back to me, and this time I noted Slade’s eyes were on my face. Dammit.

  “Halo told us you were getting in tonight,” Jagger said as he moved aside and gestured toward the bar where they’d been sitting. “But we figured we wouldn’t see you until the morning. You want to join us?”

  I pursed my lips as I eyed the crowd of onlookers watching the three of us, no doubt wondering who I was and why I suddenly had the attention of the two rock stars they’d all been fawning all over. “Well, I don’t want to break up your little love-fest over there.”

  Slade snorted as he reached back to grab two glasses that were half-full of amber liquid, and handed one to Jagger. “Nah, we were getting ready to bounce anyway. Too many people.”

  “He’s right. But before we go…” Jagger glanced over toward the more private booths of the bar. “Why don’t you let us get you something to kick-start your night? What would you like?”

  “Hmm, how about a dirty martini?”

  Jagger nodded. “You got it. Why don’t you go with Slade somewhere more private? I’ll meet you two over there.”

  Slade stepped past Jagger and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, and when he leaned in to say against my ear, “Yeah. I’ll protect you from any Frenchmen trying to get too friendly,” a shiver raced up my spine.

  This was as close as I could ever remember being to the insanely hot drummer of Fallen Angel, and I was starting to understand why. Between him and Jagger, the two straight members of this band were currently wreaking havoc on my equilibrium.

  Trying to play it cool, I turned my head until our lips were but a whisper away from each other, and flashed what I hoped was a provocative smile.

  “Aww, but maybe I came out tonight hoping to make friends…” I slicked my tongue over my painted lips, and when Slade’s eyes fell to them, I added, “Really, really good friends with someone.”

  One heartbeat. Two heartbeats. I swore I could feel the heat radiating from Slade’s scorching stare, before he muttered, “Fuck me,” and raised his eyes to mine. “Behave yourself, sweetheart.”

  “But where’s the fun in that?”

  He shook his head, but a smile tipped his lips, and he gestured toward the booth. “Sit, woman.”

  I slid into the booth, my bare legs sliding across the cool, padded leather. I’d fully expected Slade to join me, but when he sat down on the opposite side, I pretended to pout.

  “Why are you way over there?”

  “Because it’s safer over here. And I like my balls right where they are.”

  I sputtered out a laugh. “Do you think I plan on attacking them?”

  “No, but Halo might if he knew we were lookin’ at you in that dress.”

  Mmm. I like that. I lowered my hands to my sides, giving him a full view of what he was trying hard to ignore.

  A tsking sound came from above us, as Jagger set our drinks down.

  “I do believe you’re asking for trouble tonight,” he said, but he didn’t look at me as he slid in the booth beside Slade.

  “You too? Do I look contagious or something?” I lifted the toothpick of olives and swirled it around in my drink.

  Slade mumbled something that I couldn’t hear, but it made Jagger chuckle.

  “Like Slade said, we’re staying over here for the sake of our…manhood.” Jagger shot me a wink as he lifted his drink to his lips.

  “Yes, it’d be a shame if anything happened to that.” I gave my drink another swirl with the olives and then brought the skewer up to my lips. Slowly, I slid one of the olives down with my teeth, enjoying the way Slade and Jagger’s attention was now on my mouth. Was it a bad idea to tease these guys, wanting them to look at me? Probably. But what Halo didn’t know didn’t hurt him.

  I swallowed the olive with a sip of my dirty martini, and then circled the rim of the glass with my finger. “So tell me. Why aren’t you guys at the video shoot with the others?”

  “We finished our parts early,” Slade said. “So did Viper, but he wasn’t about to leave his man.”

  Thank God for that. Viper was my brother’s boyfriend, and if he saw me slip out of the hotel in this dress, he’d march my ass right back in.

  “What about you? Where were you off to?” Jagger asked, and I could read between the lines of what he wasn’t saying. Where were you off to looking like that?

  I lifted a shoulder. “I’m not about to waste my first night in Paris. Would you?”

  Slade was already shaking his head. “Fuck no. Although… I can’t really remember what we did our first night.” He looked at Jagger. “The fuck did we do?”

  “I know what I did.” Mischief twinkled in Jagger’s dark eyes, and the look was so hot that I shivered.

  “Don’t you mean who?” I said. “Was she blond? Brunette? Or do you prefer raven hair?”

  “I’m an equal opportunist.” Then Jagger paused, eyeing my hair. “But I’ve never been with a redhead.”

  My smile was full of devilry when I said, “You throwing me a hint, Jagger? Curious if the rumor about us is true?”

  “I’m curious about all the rumors,” Slade interjected, and I raised a brow.

  “There
’s more than one?” I lifted my glass to my lips and practically purred. “Enlighten me.”

  Slade shot Jagger a look, like he wasn’t sure if this was a conversation path we should go down, but Jagger only grinned and sat back, waiting to see what would come out of Slade’s mouth next.

  “Well, uh…” Slade drummed his fingers against the table in a familiar beat, one I don’t think he even realized he was playing. “There’s the whole ‘wildcat in bed’ thing.”

  When he didn’t add to that, I grinned. “You asking if it’s true?”

  Slade bit down on his lip, hard. “No. Yes.”

  “Which is it?”

  “No,” he said, but he was nodding.

  “Tell me the other rumors, and then I’ll tell you if they’re true or not.”

  Slade looked at Jagger again. “You wanna take one?”

  Jagger laughed and held his hands up. “This is all you, man.”

  “Fucker.” Slade blew out a breath and then said in a rush, “Thecarpetmatchesthedrapes.”

  “What was that?” I said.

  “You heard me.”

  “Nope, can’t say that I did. Maybe slow it down this time.”

  He cursed. “The carpet matches the drapes. That’s another rumor.”

  “Ahh.” It was shocking how many times I’d been asked that by random guys at the bar I worked at, and while I never gave those guys an answer one way or another, I wouldn’t mind surprising these two. “And the next?”