Backstage Paradise, Novella #1: A Rock Star Erotic Romance

By Emma Rose

Tyla Kristal used to be one of the biggest pop stars in the world until the weight of fame brought her crashing down. Now, after five years in hiding, she’s back, trying to quietly forge a new life for herself. She wants credibility and authenticity, not the celebrity meat-grinder of the music industry.

But when one of the world’s fastest rising rock stars appears backstage, Tyla will have to decide if the walls she’s built around her heart can stay standing. He doesn’t want to take no for an answer. But what does she have left to give?

BACKSTAGE PARADISE #1 is the first novella in the BACKSTAGE PARADISE series by bestselling author, EMMA ROSE.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Emma Rose
• Release date: Aug 14, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310663352

Emma Rose

As a full-time independent author, Emma Rose delights in giving you stories that draw you in and characters who captivate your imagination.

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Backstage Paradise 1: A Rock Star Erotic Romance

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Emma Rose

Copyright © 2014 by Emma Rose

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All characters in this book are eighteen years or older.

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Backstage Paradise 1: A Rock Star Erotic Romance

Tyla Kristal stood backstage, getting ready to go on. It was different now than in the past. Five years ago, on the final tour of her pop career, her backstage experience had been lavish. There had been catered spreads of food, limitless booze, drug dealers, hangers-on, dancers and musicians milling around. Her dressing room was always filled with the obnoxious demands that had crept into her rider over the years: Guinness Irish Stout, Veuve Clicquot Champagne, fine chocolate, expensive cookies, a variety of candy, junk food, and just about anything else an impossibly over-indulged brat with no limitations placed upon her could think of over the years.

In the early tours she would warm up with the musicians, sing Beatles songs, and do group hugs with the other performers before storming the stage. In the later tours she would stay in the back with whatever sleezoids had wormed their way into her entourage, drinking and snorting cocaine before being dragged to the stage by jaded and vicious managers and handlers.

Now she was alone. There was no entourage and there were no handlers, because there was no money to be squeezed from her. She was spectacularly broke, a fact that had been thoroughly exploited by the tabloids. She'd been sued by everybody. Her record label, her management group, even her parents had sued her. At the end of it all she was able to negotiate her way out of everything with a bunch of deals that guaranteed her poverty, but she didn't care too much about that. As far as she was concerned, giving away all the money she had ever earned had bought her freedom from the evil slave-drivers who had controlled her life.

Being alone let her focus on the task at hand. There was an audience out there waiting to see her, and she wanted to put on a good show. It was a club, not even a big club, with maybe one hundred people inside. They'd paid seven dollars each to see her. It was the first time anyone had paid to see her since she'd passed out twenty minutes into a stadium show in Budapest. That night 80,000 people had watched her take the stage an hour late, stumble through the