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Rockstar Witch: The Complete Series, page 1
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Rockstar Witch: The Complete Series
Odette C. Bell
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Rockstar Witch
The Complete Series
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Rockstar Witch: The Complete Series
Odette C. Bell
Contents
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Rockstar Witch Book One
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Rockstar Witch Book Two
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
Rockstar Witch Book Three
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Rockstar Witch Book Four
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Epilogue
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Rockstar Witch Book One
Prologue
“I can’t believe I’m doing this. But I can’t stop now.” Charlotte inched out of cover, her backstage pass rocking against her trembling chest as she sucked in another desperate breath. A few beads of sweat slid down her sticky brow. Fortunately she’d already rubbed all the blood off. She grabbed her tangled, almost mangled hair and tried to neaten it over her numerous injuries.
She hoped it would do.
It had to.
Because it was Charlotte’s turn to save him.
Settling a breath deep in her stomach, letting it expand like it was some life jacket, she inched around the pylon and stared into one of the backstage rooms of one of the biggest arenas in Dove City. The support band was currently playing, and their thunderous tunes kept shaking through the old fiberglass and concrete walls. Good – it was something to match the thumping drumbeat of her heart.
She grabbed her backstage pass, hoping Jake had been honest, and it really would get her through his army of fans and security.
She’d slipped in here using magic. But magic could only get you so far when you were trying to crash the concert of the hottest vampire rockstar around.
She could’ve slapped herself for thinking the last bit.
But maybe the days of slapping herself over Jake were in the past.
She had only one thing to do now. Save him.
She crept around another corner. She saw a security guard. Beefy didn’t do him justice. He looked as if he’d just been rolled off a farm. Then, for good measure, God had slapped some more muscles on him. Because his biceps almost popping out of his tight backstage security T-shirt weren’t enough, apparently.
She tried to keep herself quiet, tried to use some of the tricks Jake had been teaching her, but maybe her breath was too loud, or the guy’s gargoyle senses stretched out like a radar. He spun suddenly, boots twisting with shrill squeaks.
“Who the hell are you?” He bolted over to her.
She yanked her backstage pass up like it was a shield.
Shiny and gold, Jake had told her there was only one of them. Every other pass he’d ever handed out had been drab gray.
But not hers.
The security guard screeched to a stop, grabbed it up, and frowned. Before she knew what he was doing, he looped it off her neck with stiff fingers and turned it around.
“Jake gave that to me—” she tried.
“You stole this off his new girlfriend, didn’t you? You think I’m gonna believe he actually gave it to someone like you? Maybe I’d let you off in the past – but not now. Not considering the threats to his life recently. Come with me. I really doubt you’re an assassin – you just look like an old groupie. But the police can talk to you anyway. Trespassing is trespassing.”
“Old groupie?” she spluttered, and her glasses fell down her nose a few centimeters. Before they could drop right off, the guy grabbed up his radio.
“We’ve got another trespasser. Come get her and take her to the security room,” he barked.
Charlotte’s mind focused on one word. Another.
She couldn’t forget why she’d come here.
Her heart chose that exact moment to pound. Though pound was a tame verb. Get a mountain then smash it into another mountain – that’s exactly how she felt.
With his grip hard around her arm like a cage, he yanked her toward a set of stairs. That’s when Charlotte felt the music above changing. She just knew that Jake had stepped out on stage. She didn’t want to pretend it was her heart that warned her of that. It was the change in tempo, right? That, and the fact she was certain she heard the crowd above roaring like a pack of lions.
If Charlotte didn’t get to him soon—
She squeezed her eyes closed.
No more games. No more lying to herself. And no more letting bullies like this security guard drag her around.
“Jake gave that backstage pass to me. He told me to use it any time I wanted to see him.”
“Yeah, sure.” The security guard twisted and looked at her as he started to drag her down the stairs. “What are you, anyway?” His gaze flicked up and down her, his lips puckering into an unkind snarl. “You’re about the mousiest person I’ve ever seen. No judgment. I know Jake has fans in every age group. But shouldn’t you act your age?”
“You’re not the first person to tell me that,” she said, teeth clenched.
He dragged her down another step.
She felt that familiar stabbing, niggling sensation in her gut. It was the same one she always got when people just like this guy started to put her down. So she usually dressed like she was older than she was – who cared? So she wasn’t the prettiest? So she wasn’t the most powerful? Did it matter? Should anyone care? Jake certainly didn’t.
He’d made that clear with every kind smile and compliment.
They reached the middle of the stairs. She slowed down.
Her senses narrowed in on the change of tempo thumping through the floor and echoing down the halls. Jake was about to start singing – she was sure.
The attack would start soon after.
“I’m going to give you one chance to let go of my arm, look at the security pass, and take me to Jake,” she said, voice bottoming off.
The guy turned. He looked at her. He laughed right in her face. “And what are you going to do to me if I fail, Princess? Are you going to kick me down the stairs? Or are you going to fight me?” He clicked his fingers by her face. A few charges of magic zipped into her cheek. They interacted with her own magic system. Barely any force rose to meet them.
Because she wasn’t particularly magical, was she? Enough to hold down her job at the library handling rare tomes – but nothing more.
Unless you ignored one all-important fact.
“You’re about as scary as a mouse. You know, I’ve never met anyone who looks more—” the guy began, enjoying his crappy jokes way too much as his cheeks fattened and his chest shook.
“One last chance.” She tilted her head down and stared at him like a raging bull might to a farmer who’d just wandered into the wrong field. “Your chance is over.” She barely paused between offering him his last chance and removing it. She had a vampire rockstar to save.
She shoved forward and elbowed the guy in a swift, compact move.
Then she whipped her fingers around in a circle right by his face. She’d been running dry earlier, but she could feel her force returning with this guy’s every snapped insult.
She practiced magic, though you wouldn’t be able to tell that by looking at her. It wasn’t s
A gate opened underneath the guy’s feet – jet-black, rimmed with pure white, and crackling like a burning log.
He watched in slack-jawed amazement as it manifested.
Then that surprised awe swung onto her – in the two seconds he had left. “What the hell are you?” he stammered.
She looked right at him as she grabbed her backstage pass and yanked it back. “A gate witch. Jake’s gate witch, if you have to know. Now, I’m sorry about this. Eventually you will make your way back to the city.” With that, she shoved him on his chest.
He didn’t have time to scream. He was sucked backward into the gate with a loud thwack.
It would not spit him out anywhere too bad. Down in the sewers somewhere, maybe. There might be some magical fiends there. But the guy was big and strapping. He’d probably have fun fighting them.
Charlotte had to get to Jake.
She twisted. Her stomach shook with nerves.
Then that knot morphed into something a heck of a lot crazier.
All she could do was think of the first time she’d met Jake. If she’d known back then what would happen in the future, she would’ve… what? Run a mile? Shoved him away and booked a ticket to another country?
She closed her eyes as she reached the top of the stairs, skidded a little, then focused on where she felt Jake was. She didn’t know the blueprint of this place, and it was a damn warren. But she could feel him – the shortest route to him, at least.
Up, to the left, to the right, then out on stage.
Charlotte clutched her backstage pass harder.
She ran.
She faced other security guards. She wouldn’t let them get close.
No more Mrs. Nice Guy.
Finally, she reached the right set of stairs that led to the off-stage area.
There were so many staff around. It should be impossible to get through them.
Charlotte didn’t care.
She saw an open door, and beyond that, the stage. She caught a glimpse of it. She heard the roar of the crowd, saw the glittering lights, and felt the pounding music.
Her stomach… who cared about her stomach? It was all in her heart now.
“Jake, don’t worry. I’m coming,” she spat.
“Stop her,” the production crew and security guards said.
Charlotte showed a little of her burgeoning agility as she leaped right over a rodeo box, landed on the other side, then pirouetted right around a beefy security guard who tried to grab her wrist.
She no longer attempted to show her backstage pass. It was clear no one would think it was real, anyway.
To be fair, why would anyone believe it? Why would Jake Carlisle, the biggest vampire rockstar in all of the country, ever give his golden backstage pass to someone like Charlotte? She was a librarian. She might deal with rare magical books, but she wasn’t some celebrity or model who would legitimately move in the same circles as Jake frigging Carlisle. But fate can be a fickle thing.
“Stop her,” one security guard roared.
Another guard grabbed Charlotte’s wrist.
She twisted around and elbowed him in the stomach, just as Jake had taught her to. The move connected. Good. It meant Charlotte didn’t have to waste any more of her already depleted gate magic.
She would need the rest.
Boy, would she need it.
The doors were right there, only several centimeters away now.
Jake was about to begin another song.
Just as the melody started up, Charlotte reached the doors.
She threw herself onto the stage.
There was a splutter of surprise from the audience as Charlotte staggered under the powerful, hot stage lights, her shoes slipping on the smooth white floor.
As for Jake, he spun. There wasn’t even a pause where he had to recognize her – it was like he’d always been waiting for this. You know, for the moment when the ditzy librarian would stagger into the middle of one of his most important performances, her hair a mess, her knees shaking.
That smile consumed his face, but he did not stop singing. Every sultry syllable had to navigate around his smile – the very same one she’d seen not too long after they met.
The very same smile she thought about every single time she went to bed and she dreamed about until she woke up. The kind of smile that told you even if you couldn’t recognize your destiny, the person in front of you could.
“Jake,” she screamed as she ran toward him.
“Charlotte—”
She’d done it. She’d gotten to him in time. But—
Charlotte saw a shadow to the left, darting through the upper arena seats. Quick, it moved like it was some kind of flitting bird. She doubted anyone else would’ve seen it, including Jake. As for security, regardless of the fact they were drawn from some of the most competent magical practitioners in the country, even they wouldn’t know what they were looking at.
Charlotte was uniquely placed to see things no one else could.
As soon as her full senses locked on the shadow, her heart hammered. She’d busted a gut to get here on time. But now it was too late….
The looming shadow meant one thing. Jake was in mortal peril. He—
She reached him, her hands stretching out to him, her unruly hair fluttering around her face as her glasses slipped down to the tip of her nose. She lost her balance on the smooth stage, her heel lurching out from underneath her. It was just as security spilled out onto the stage behind.
Before they could get her, Jake grabbed her waist and spun with her.
Her hair flew all the way out of her bun, and her glasses slid right off her nose and tumbled onto the floor by her simple sandshoes.
“Charlotte, while I’d give anything to see you anytime, this is technically live. Whatever you do or say next – everyone will see it.”
He didn’t deliver that with any anger.
But his warning was a timely reminder.
It felt like there were hundreds of cameras, all focused on her, all ready to pick up what she had to do next.
And they didn’t even come close to the crowd. This was a 50,000-strong arena, and every single seat was packed.
What she was about to do wouldn’t just be picked up by Dove City. It would be picked up by the world.
But screw it. She’d come here to do one thing.
She saw that shadow. It darted around even faster now. It finally reached the side of the stage.
Charlotte’s heart rose and smashed up against her throat. It warned her that she had one second. One second to spirit Jake away before the shadow did that for her.
“Jake, sorry.”
She was sorry. Sorry for not believing him sooner. And sorry… sorry she had to do this.
Just as he stopped spinning with her, she shoved a hand against his chest, pushed onto her tiptoes, and kissed him. Sorry, she locked her lips around his. Kissing was different, right?
She needed to do so to seal the spell. And that was a lesson Jake had taught her all too well.
His body stiffened.
The crowd went crazy.
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