Rock God (Hearts of Metal Book 3)

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Authors: Brooklyn Ann
something to occupy her time.
    She gave him a wistful smile. “I read a lot.” She yawned. “And I write.”
    Dante smiled and mentally added a notebook to his shopping list. “I have a pretty big library. Though, half of it is medieval history. That’s something that’s always fascinated me.”
    Shayna perked up. “Really? Me too! Can I go see?”
    Her voice slurred slightly as the meds kicked in, so Dante put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her from getting up. “Not now. Tonight you need to rest.” He frowned. “You like medieval history?” Although it was wrong to stereotype housewives, he never would have imagined her having an interest in such a niche subject.
    “Yeah, the culture, technology, and politics made for an interesting period, though I suppose you could say that about any age. Still, there’s something about those days…” She trailed off with another yawn, her head drooping. “Anyway, what do you do when you’re not reading about knights and castles?”
    Dante chuckled and stared at the ceiling, carefully choosing his response. “I’m a musician. A singer, actually. You may have heard of me…”
    He looked back at Shayna to gauge her reaction, but she was asleep. He sighed, somewhat relieved that the news of his fame would be postponed. He enjoyed her treating him like a person rather than a celebrity. Hopefully she’d continue to do so after she found out who he was. Maybe it wouldn’t even matter.
    Carefully, he gathered her in his arms. She felt so light and fragile. And warm. His body stirred once more, but thankfully making it up the stairs without dropping her kept him from responding further.
    Once he reached the guest room and laid her on the bed, however, it took all of his effort to keep his mind from straying to places it shouldn’t go. Irritated with himself, Dante concentrated on getting the comforter over his new guest without waking her. Then, after tucking her in, he went to his office to tackle the onerous task of answering emails and responding to fan comments on his band’s website.
    He ignored the ones criticizing his new guitarist in favor of his last, who’d left the band ten years ago, and instead thanked the writers of complimentary posts. One commenter wrote about how one of his songs had helped him through a depressed time in his life, and Dante grinned and took the time to craft a more detailed reply. This was why he did this job, as much as because of the music inside him.
    His smile faded a little. He remembered himself as a kid, relying on his favorite singer, Ritchie Panic, to help him through the tough times of his mother’s lingering illness—and how that singer had abandoned him and everyone else who looked up to him. The jerk. That was something Dante would never do.
    Halfway through his correspondence, a piercing scream rent the air, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Dante took the stairs two at a time and burst into the guest room, expecting to see Shayna being murdered, but instead she just thrashed on the bed, her face contorted with agony. Her screams died down to incoherent moans.
    “Shayna!” he called, charging forward and tripping over a pillow she’d knocked to the floor. He caught his balance and seized her shoulders. “Shayna! What’s wrong?” Was it a dream, or had something in her feet ruptured?
    “He’s not breathing!” she cried, tears rolling down her cheeks.
    “Who’s not breathing?” Dante asked. It was apparently a nightmare—a horrible one.
    “My baby!” Shayna wailed. Her voice dissolved into choking sobs.
    Dante gently shook her. “Shayna, wake up. It’s just a dream.”
    Her eyes fluttered open, but there was no recognition in her muddled gaze. “My baby,” she sobbed brokenly. “My baby…”
    Never before had he heard such agony. Dante held Shayna tight and rocked her. “Shhhh…it was just a dream.”
    “No,” she murmured in a leaden voice. “He’s really dead. I picked the

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