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The Rock Star's Christmas Reunion: contemporary holiday romance (A Charisma series novel, The Connollys Book 1)

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright

The Rock Star’s Christmas Reunion

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Acknowledgments

More from Heather Hiestand

About the Author

 

 

 

THE ROCK STAR’S CHRISTMAS REUNION

A Charisma Series Novel

The Connollys, Book One

 

 

 

Written by

Heather Hiestand

 

 

www.heatherhiestand.com

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The Rock Star’s Christmas Reunion

Copyright © 2016 by Heather Hiestand

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

 

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or Coffee on Sundays Press except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

 

Cover Art by Melyssa Naujoks

 

Contact Information:
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Coffee on Sundays Press

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www.heatherhiestand.com

 

Publishing History

First Amazon Edition, 2016

V 1.0 R 1.0

Published in the United States of America

 

 

The Rock Star’s Christmas Reunion:

 

Twelve years ago, Bax
Connolly left his small town behind to find fame and fortune with his guitar. Now the legendary, tattooed rock star is back and has purchased a home. The bad boy of the music industry wants to reconnect with his estranged family by throwing a huge Christmas party. But his tough, working class relatives have no clue how to deal with their ultra-wealthy and famous prodigal son and want nothing to do with him.

 

Yakima Wannassay's catering company needs a Christmas miracle to keep from going under, but she never expected Santa to deliver her the perfect holiday client—her former next door neighbor Bax. A recommendation from him could take her business to a whole new level. And when she steps under the mistletoe with the irresistible Bax, she finds herself wanting to mix business with pleasure. Too bad a long ago told little white lie could blow up in her face and ruin both Christmas and her future.

 

The Rock Star’s Christmas Reunion reunites a couple who were never together except in rumor, adds some music industry edge, and mixes in the joy of the holidays!

 

 

Chapter One

 

 

Yakima Wannassay climbed out of her catering van and stared up at her former neighbor’s impressive white-shingled house, set back on a long drive. The trim had been freshly painted black and silvery Christmas icicle lights dangled underneath the eaves, reminding her of a studded leather jacket. It gave the house an appropriate rock-and-roll edge. Evergreens created a shield of green around the manicured lawn and at this time of year, were decorated with tiny white lights. They twinkled despite the mid-afternoon remnants of daylight. Bax Connolly had come a long way since he’d left his parents’ modest house with little more than a guitar and his first tattoo.

She could tell just by staring at the outside that he had a double-height living room and a backyard even more impressive than the front lawn. Not to mention the large, two-story outbuilding. She imagined the interior held sports cars, off-road vehicles, an RV, a boat for enjoying the local rivers here almost at the border between Oregon and Washington State. A touch of whimsy in the form of a doghouse built to match the main property crouched in the side yard, next to the wintery remnant of a huge clematis on an ornate, Tudor-arched trellis.

The bad boy who’d gotten away from tiny Battlefield, WA, that was Bax. His fame had made him accessible to everyone through the lens of the media, and he’d been on fire for a few years there. What had gone wrong? Why had he come home after twelve years away?

She glanced back at her van, still proud of the attractive lettering along the side.
Yakima Catering
. With any luck, Bax would be her first client. The only celebrity this town had ever spawned would be a fantastic start for her.

Before she could traverse the entire covered walkway and ring the doorbell, the front door opened. Framed in the doorway was Bax Connolly, first a boy band star, then a guitar hero. But before all that, he’d been the oldest of the Connolly boys. Her brother’s friends, her tormentors, her champions, her first crushes.

“Bax,” she whispered. An obsessed fan couldn’t have checked him out more thoroughly. His feet were bare, despite the chilly December wind. He wore black jeans, cupping every part of him in just the right places, and a navy Henley, which hid any and all tats. His tousled brown hair blew around his head. He needed a haircut. And a good night’s sleep. He’d never had those circles under his eyes as a kid.

She blinked, cleared her throat. This was a job prospect, not a date. She needed to act like an old friend, not a stalker. Her slight, lifelong acquaintance of Bax and his family had moved into high gear when he was thirteen and his family had moved into a larger house, next door to her family’s home, to accommodate his four cousins who’d been orphaned. She’d been eleven and he’d been her perfect dream.

His eyes went from dazed to focused. “How did you get my address?”

“You left it on my voicemail,” she said, confused. “Bax?” Didn’t he recognize her?

He crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Look, this is a private home. I applaud you for craftiness, but I don’t sign autographs at my front door.”

She knew she was to blame with her fan stalker-ish once-over of him, but she held her ground. She needed this job. “Baxter Connolly, I’m not a super-stalker. You. Called. Me.” She pointed to her van, just visible in the drive, and then to her face.

“Yakima? That really you?” He peered out of the doorway, his hand shading his perfect almond-shaped eyes, hiding their famous brownish green spirals.

“Yes, Bax.” She pulled off her white leather newsboy cap in case it was hiding her face.

“Wow, you cut your hair.”

“Just about three inches.” She touched her long ponytail self-consciously. “It’s not down to my ass anymore.”

He grinned, his posture relaxing. “It’s you, all right. You never used to put your hair back. I remember that gorgeous black hair more than your face.” He held out his arms.

She stared at him, a bit concerned about how quickly he switched gears but willing to go with it, and set down her purse and clipboard. “Oh.” Moving forward, she tucked her arms around his lean waist. She didn’t remember him being so thin, but he’d whittled down to Mick Jagger-in-1967-Morocco proportions, all muscle and sinew. He smelled of mint.

She pulled back and grinned at him, delighted. “You’re still obsessed with mint M&Ms!”

“Much easier to get these days.” He winked at her and dropped his arms. “So you’re a caterer now?”

“Just starting out.”

“I should have known. How many Yakimas could there be around here? Come on in and let’s talk about my party.”

“Absolutely.” Whatever had made him so thin, it must not be that he had given up candy.

He turned immediately to the left. A large arch framed a handsome living room. The Christmas tree took pride of place in front of the tall, multi-paned front window. The massive spruce looked to have been curated by a professional decorator. Like the trees around the lawn, the only lights were twinkly white ones, and the rest of it was dressed solely with crystal icicles and red glass balls. Nothing like the popcorn and cranberry strings she remembered from his first Christmas as her next-door neighbor, before his mother had died. After that, they never had trees at all.

“Nice, right?” he asked, dismissing the tree without a second glance. He led her to a Mid Century-style leather sectional. Nothing hung on the walls, nor were there rugs on the ebony hardwood floor.

“Stark,” she had to admit. “But you just moved in.”

“Day before yesterday.” He paused. “It’s hard moving in December, but I’m looking forward to spending Christmas with the fam, even if I had to give up all those industry parties in Los Angeles.”

“Is that what you want for Saturday?” she asked, setting down her purse and placing her clipboard in her lap. “An over-the-top, high-end party?”

“In Battlefield?” He snorted. “Nah, time to give up the old ways and get back to basics. This will just be family. You hired my little cousin, right?”

“Haldana, yes.” She injected a chiding note into her voice “But she’s twenty-one now with a birthday soon. Not so little.”

“I guess I haven’t seen her since she was nine. Huh. Twenty.” Bax pushed up his Henley sleeves, displaying forearms that were covered in a light dusting of dark hair, but no obvious tattoos. He wore an expensive-looking watch without any numerals on one arm and a rubber band on the other.

“Yes, well, she and I both went to culinary school, a couple of years apart. It was great to reconnect with her at an alumni party and I was happy to hire her when I started my business. Did she tell you about it?”

“No, not at all. I found you on social media. Battlefield has that main page and everyone in town posts on it.” He shook his head. “Crazy. I saw your van too; you must live nearby.”

“It’s a small town. That’s the best way to advertise since no one reads newspapers anymore.”

“Yeah, it’s a shame.” They stared at each other.

She fought to keep from being lost in those gorgeous eyes. Since she’d known him in real life, she’d never felt it appropriate to have his poster up on her walls, but friends of hers had. She’d woken up to those eyes on numerous sleep-over Saturdays during her late high school and college years. “Okay, so I can figure out the guest list then. Your father, your two brothers, your four cousins.”

“You babysat for the younger three?” he interjected.

“Yes. Rah Rah hated babysitting so I got the job.”

“She had depression,” Bax said of his oldest cousin. “We never talked about stuff like that, but since she was the oldest of the sisters, her parents’ deaths hit her really hard. Fifteen is an awful time to lose your parents.”

“You guys had a hard few years there,” Yakima agreed. “I’m so glad you’re back and want to reknit the family. The girls are all vegetarians like me, so I already know they’re going to love my food.”

Bax’s expression took on an almost comical level of confusion. “What?”

“I’m a vegan caterer,” she explained. She bent down and fished her card out of her purse. “See?”

“It doesn’t say that on your van.” His gaze drifted up and down her seated body, lingering on the curve of her waist.

Her body warmed under his heated stare. Somehow, over the years, she’d forgotten how potent he was in person, how he had a way of stealing attention away from anything but him.

Just as she was about to do the most stupid thing possible and ask if he was dating anyone, his gaze returned to the card.

“I don’t want to scare anyone off. I’ll prepare fish if I have to.” She trailed off because he was paying more attention to her card than her.
Yikes
. She did not want to lose this job. He would be the perfect referral, a rich guy she’d known her entire life. The only celebrity she’d ever even met. She’d be okay if she never met another, too, because they were way too much for a mere mortal to handle. He was too beautiful for words.

“Yeah, fish,” he said finally, setting her card on the naked side table. “Salmon, right? That would be great. Smoked salmon, for the Norwegians.”

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