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  Rockstar Dragon’s Bride

  Irish Dragon Shifter Brothers Series

  Brittany White

  Copyright © 2020 by Brittany White

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  Contents

  1. Lily

  2. Garrett

  3. Lily

  4. Garrett

  5. Lily

  6. Garrett

  7. Lily

  8. Garrett

  9. Lily

  10. Garrett

  11. Lily

  12. Garrett

  13. Lily

  14. Garrett

  15. Lily

  16. Garrett

  17. Lily

  18. Garrett

  19. Lily

  20. Garrett

  21. Lily

  Epilogue

  Into The Dragon’s World (SNEAK PEEK)

  Chapter 1

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  1

  Lily

  “I cannot believe you’re getting married!”

  Lily Copeland’s best friend Carmen squealed a few more times, then she hugged her again. “I know. I can’t believe it either,” Lily said. Carmen was right. The whole thing had been a whirlwind. Lily was only twenty-two, so she was just grateful no one in her family was objecting to her getting married.

  “And the icing on the cake is that you somehow managed to get Garrett Hudson to perform at your bachelorette party! How on earth did you swing that?”

  “My parents made that happen.” Or rather, their money had. Lily had invited her parents to come to Las Vegas and spend a few weeks with her before the wedding, but they had declined, as usual. To make up for it, they’d poured an insane amount of money into giving her everything any bride could want, including having a rock star come sing at her bachelorette party.

  “He’s so hot. I hope we get to talk to him.”

  “I’m sure we will, but you have to play it cool. You can’t grab him and squeal.”

  Carmen pursed her lips. “When have I ever lost my cool?”

  “Um. Every single day of your life?” Lily loved her best friend, but she was prone to freaking out over just about anything, big or small. And getting to see Garrett Hudson was a pretty big deal. Even Lily was super excited, and of the two of them, she was the level-headed one.

  Carmen clapped her hands together. “Now. It’s time for you to get dressed.”

  Carmen grabbed the dress they’d purchased for Lily’s bachelorette party. It was a bright red, and it complimented her dark hair. It also clung to every single one of her curves. It was a little skimpy for a March evening back home in Virginia, but it would be fine in Vegas. It had been nearly seventy degrees that day.

  She pulled the dress on and smoothed it down over her hips. She turned around for a second and looked at her backside in the mirror. At least the dress covered her bottom. Mostly.

  Carmen came up behind her and put her hands on Lily’s shoulders. “You look divine. Everyone in the room is going to be staring at you. Especially the guys.”

  Lily whacked her friend on the arm. “Carmen! I don’t want the guys to be looking at me. I’m here to get married.”

  “Yes. you absolutely do want them to be looking at you.” Carmen smirked at her. “It’s your bachelorette party. It’s your last night of freedom!”

  “It’s not my last night. We’re here for two weeks.” That was a detail that Lily had found odd, but her fiancé had wanted to spend two weeks in Vegas. And since her father was willing to fly all of their friends out, everyone agreed. Most of their friends were wealthy, too, and spent most of their time partying.

  She wasn’t going to complain. They’d had a very fast engagement, and none of her friends or family had even met her fiancé yet.

  “Still. It’s symbolic. You have to enjoy yourself. It’s a requirement!”

  Lily wasn’t so sure. She wasn’t looking for any temptation. “I am about to get married. That’s why we’re here.” She was beginning to think her friend had forgotten the purpose of their trip.

  “I'm not suggesting you sleep with one of the guys. I'm just saying you should have a little fun, that's all.”

  Lily’s definition of fun and Carmen's were very different. Lily would not appreciate her fiancé throwing himself at a bunch of women tonight. He and his friends were in town, but they weren’t hanging out with Lily and her friends. They were going to the casinos. They’d be playing Blackjack, not flirting with women.

  She added some red lipstick and a pair of silver earrings. Now she was ready to go.

  The party room was dimly lit. Already dozens of people were milling around, drinks in hand.

  Not only had her stepfather paid to have Garrett sing at her request, but he’d paid to fly all of her friends out on a private jet. At least fifty people would be there.

  Her stepfather had also vouched for an open bar that served wine, beer and mixed drinks.

  Bass-heavy music thumped from the speakers. Carmen disappeared and came back with a cranberry vodka. She handed it to Lily. “Drink up!”

  Lily sipped the drink. She did not want to be hungover the following day. She intended to enjoy her time in Vegas, not spend it wallowing in bed with a headache.

  For about fifteen minutes, her friends and classmates filled the room. Then the air in the room seemed to crackle, and Lily turned her head to see a man entering the back door. Instantly her eyes were drawn right to him.

  She had to press her hand to her mouth to stifle a gasp. It was Garrett Hudson, and he was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen.

  Lily had met celebrities before. Usually once she’d seen them up close, they looked like normal people. They were still attractive, but without all the help from stylists to fix their hair and makeup and handle their wardrobe, they weren’t nearly as gorgeous as they looked on television. Some of them even looked downright disheveled. But not Garrett.

  He was perfect. His long wavy hair was sexy. His high cheekbones showed off his sharp jawline and his straight nose. His eyes seemed to glitter. He had wide shoulders and a narrow waist, and his biceps strained at the thin t-shirt he wore. Ripped jeans hugged his lithe body, and battered combat boots completed the look.

  She could not take her eyes off of him.

  Shame washed over her. She was here to celebrate her upcoming marriage. She’d just scolded her best friend for talking about other men, and now Lily was drooling over this hot rock star.

  She pressed her cold glass against her cheek, trying to calm down. She gave herself a lecture.

  Garrett isn’t going to be interested in dating one of his clients. He has A-list actresses throwing themselves at him all day, every day. This is just a fantasy. It’s harmless.

  That made her feel better. No matter how much she daydreamed about Garrett, he was unattainable. And that was a good thing. She could sneak a few glances at him, and it wouldn’t affect anything in her life.

  She heaved a sigh of relief. Garrett was not a threat to her, or her relationship with her fiancé.

  Then Garrett was on stage, and he was introducing himself, and his band Serpentine. First he sang one of his biggest hits, and everyone cheered.

  The crowd began to dance, and one of Lily’s friends from the fraternity at her school tugged her onto the dance floor.

  “The bride has to dance,” he shouted into her ear. She danced with him without taking her eyes off of Garrett.

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nbsp; Before the next song, Garrett smiled into the crowd. “This next song is a new one. You guys are the first ones to hear it.” He gave the crowd a seductive smile, and started singing.

  As soon as he sang the words about finding a new life, an unexpected one, they took root in Lily’s mind, and she couldn't move. She stared at him, transfixed, unable to dance. She could have sworn that he was looking right at her.

  She knew it was crazy, but she felt as though he was singing directly to her. Her face grew warm, and her nipples tightened. The space between her legs ached, and she felt a wild desperation she’d never experienced before.

  It seemed as though this rock star had put a spell on her.

  Not even her fiancé had ever affected her this way.

  One of the girls from her sorority pulled her back onto the dance floor, and she swayed to the music, letting Garrett’s sultry voice wrap around her.

  She might not be able to have him, but she could savor his music.

  Finally, the song ended and the spell was broken. In a daze, she pushed her hair back from her face. She needed to sit down. She dragged herself away from her friends, and found an empty table.

  Garrett played two more songs that kept the crowd dancing to the beat, then he ended the show with a much slower ballad. She enjoyed every second. As soon as her party was over, she was going to download his music, so she’d have this memory with her forever.

  She might feel a little guilty if she listened to it after the wedding, but everyone had fantasies, right? And it wasn’t like she would ever cheat on her fiancé, even if she had the chance. They hadn’t been together long, but she loved him.

  As Garrett began to wind down, Lily heard her name. Her head whipped up, just in time to see Garrett staring right at her.

  “I believe congratulations are in order,” he said. “Let’s all make sure Lily has the best bachelorette party this town has ever seen!” Then he raised a glass in the air, and the room went crazy, cheering and whistling. People drifted by and hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, and patted her on the back, all while she sat there with her head spinning.

  Eventually, the band started back up, minus Garrett. Lily heard a scrape, and the chair across from her moved.

  She looked up, and her drink slipped from her hand. It hit the wooden table with a clang, and alcohol splashed out, dripping down her hand.

  She sat in stunned silence as the smoking hot singer sat down across from her.

  He handed her a napkin. “Sorry I startled you,” he said with a sexy smile.

  She glanced down at where the liquid was running down her wrist. She grabbed the napkin and quickly began to rub the sticky vodka from her arm. “Uh. No problem.”

  “So you’re the bride,” he said. “Ready for the big day?”

  Was this really happening? Was she really sitting here discussing her wedding with him? Tongue-tied, she nodded.

  Pull yourself together! You’ve met famous people before. Smart, talented, beautiful people. You can have one conversation without falling apart.

  It was true. Her stepfather’s wealth had opened a lot of doors. She’d met senators, ambassadors, billionaires and actors. None of them had ever flustered her like this. But none of them had ever made her feel the way Garrett did, either.

  She put her hands flat on her thighs and pushed down, taking a deep breath. “I am. I’m looking forward to it.”

  Someone walked up and handed Garrett a beer. He nodded at the guy and then turned back toward her as he took a sip from the bottle.

  “I’ve never seen the appeal, but I’m glad you’re looking forward to it.”

  “Never seen the appeal of weddings? Or relationships?” she asked.

  “Either one.”

  She’d read on the gossip sites that he was a bit of a player. That didn’t bother her, as long as everyone was honest about what they wanted. Honest or not, she figured he’d broken a lot of hearts. A guy as confident and talented as Garrett likely had many women throwing themselves at him. “Maybe you just haven’t met the right person yet.”

  His mouth quirked. “Maybe some people aren’t meant to get married. Maybe some of us are meant to be single.”

  Who was she to judge? She’d found her fiancé at a fairly young age. He’d pursued her over the last few months, but she was eager to stop dating. But maybe some people were more content being free. “Maybe so.”

  He smirked at her. “You’re not going to convince me otherwise?”

  “Why would I?”

  “Most people usually try.” He took a sip of beer. “I think me choosing to be alone makes them uncomfortable.”

  Or maybe they just hated to see such a gorgeous guy choosing not to date them. She smiled back at him. “If you’re happy, then I think it’s fine.”

  “Well that’s very nice of you to say.”

  She lifted one shoulder. “It’s only the truth.”

  2

  Garrett

  The woman sitting across from Garrett Hudson had captivated him in a way no one else ever had. At thirty years old, he thought he was too old to get a crush. But apparently not. The only thing he’d ever been this fascinated by was his adopted city, Las Vegas. Until now.

  Garrett had performed dozens of private concerts. He did them for rich people, and for celebrities, and charity organizations as well.

  Unlike some of his clan, he loved humans. He loved how many of them there were. His clan, while not tiny, only consisted of about two hundred dragon shifters. Everyone knew each other. Sometimes that was a comforting feeling.

  But very often it was stifling. He’d known them all since he was born. There were no opportunities to meet someone new. No opportunities to make a new friend, or to socialize with someone who didn’t remember you snaggle-toothed at six years old, or jumping off a cliff for the very first time while learning to soar.

  There was no one to understand you if you were different.

  Not only did he love humans, he loved Las Vegas. He’d traveled all over the fucking world, and it was the absolute best place he’d been. It was loud, it was flashy, and it was crazy. Absolutely everyone fit in. And sometimes, when he wasn’t feeling quite human, no one noticed. Everyone was so busy betting and gambling and drinking, that they didn’t notice.

  His clan thought it was a shallow existence. They could not fathom how he could have chosen it. But to him, some of them lived a half-life of pretending. They spent all day with humans, doing their best to blend in. Like his father, a dentist. He had human patients, so he spent his time advising them on their teeth and fixing their cavities.

  Dragon shifters didn’t even get cavities.

  But music. Music was something everyone could relate to, human and dragon shifter alike, even if his clan wouldn’t admit it.

  For this young bride, he’d just debuted his newest song. That wasn’t something he usually did. But he’d had a weird feeling that this was going to be a special party. At first, it had seemed normal. There were dozens and dozens of young twenty-somethings bouncing around and drinking. He’d asked the manager about the bride. Then he’d seen her.

  And after he’d seen her, he couldn’t look away.

  But she was getting married.

  Some man, some human, had already laid his claim on her.

  He’d never kiss her, or hold her in his arms.

  His dragon roared.

  Stop it. What the hell is your problem? She already has a partner. She isn’t ours.

  His dragon roared again.

  He shook it off. He sat across from the beautiful young woman. She was the first person he’d spoken to who hadn’t tried to convince him that he needed to meet someone and get married too. She’d said maybe he hadn’t met the right person, but then she’d played along with him, agreeing that if he was happy, that was all that mattered. It was a refreshing change.

  With a sudden movement, she looked over at the dance floor, where a young woman was staring at her. “How long have we been sitti
ng here?”

  Garrett looked at his watch. “About thirty minutes.” That surprised him. It felt like it was only a minute or two.

  “I suppose I had better get back to my friends. Thank you for keeping me company.”

  “It was my pleasure.” He could have sat there with her all night.

  And now his dragon was acting up. He usually kept his dragon locked down. He’d left that life behind, although lately, he’d had to let him out more, thanks to Davi and Carolina.

  He’d been living his life in Vegas for a decade, undisturbed. Until, a few months before, a crazy dragon shifter busted into his penthouse. The shifter had ripped all the doors right off the hinges while looking for his mate.

  Luckily Davi had found her. She was a cute little thing, a badass dragon shifter who didn’t give a shit that Garrett was famous. And Davi was a real weird guy with a sad story—he’d fought off an evil wizard to save his clan, but he’d lost his memories for several years. And his mate had an equally sad story; she’d lost everyone she loved on the coast of Portugal five years earlier.

  The two of them had gotten married after a few weeks of high drama, and then they’d moved off to Ireland last year.

  Garrett could admit to himself that he missed them. He’d never asked to have the dragon part of his life shoved in his face like that, especially not here in Vegas. He’d always kept his dragon shifter life very separate from his human life. But once Davi had come bursting into his life, he’d had no choice but to let the two mix.

  Before he knew it, he’d been the one to sing at Davi and Carolina’s wedding, right there in Vegas, on a balcony in front of the Bellagio. Davi had brought other dragon shifters into his life as well. There was another couple in Ireland, and four couples in Texas. He’d grown to like each one of them.