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My Rockstarâs Secret Baby
This is Book 19 in the His Secret Baby series,
which are based on a theme and can be read alone
but are fun to binge-read altogether!
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Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
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Book 1: My Fatherâs Best Friendâs Secret Baby
Book 2: My Dadâs Rivalâs Secret Baby
Book 3: My Professorâs Secret Baby
Book 4: Single Momâs Secret Baby
Book 5: My Fatherâs Rich Friendâs Secret Baby
Book 6: My Doctorâs Secret Baby
Book 7: My Best Friendâs Brotherâs Secret Baby
Book 8: My Brotherâs Best Friendâs Secret Baby
Book 9: My Billionaire Exâs Secret Baby
Book 10: My Fake FiancĂ©âs Secret Baby
Book 11: My Ex-Boyfriendâs Secret Baby
Book 12: My Brother-In-Lawâs Secret Baby
Book 13: My Clientâs Secret Baby
Book 14: My Mentorâs Secret Baby
Book 15: My Best Friendâs Secret Baby
Book 16: My Bad Boy Bossâs Secret Baby
Book 17: My Secret Santaâs Secret Baby
Book 18: My Billionaire Bossâs Secret Baby
Book 19: My Rockstarâs Secret Baby
These listed books are those that have been published at the time this book was published but there are always being more added to the series.
Click here to see all the books in this series!
Table of Contents
Chapter One - Stephanie
Chapter Two - Stephanie
Chapter Three - Ragnar
Chapter Four - Stephanie
Chapter Five - Stephanie
Chapter Six - Ragnar
Chapter Seven - Stephanie
Chapter Eight - Ragnar
Chapter Nine - Stephanie
Chapter Ten - Stephanie
Chapter Eleven - Ragnar
Chapter Twelve - Stephanie
Chapter Thirteen - Ragnar
Epilogue - Stephanie
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Sneak Peek of My Billionaire Bossâs Secret Baby
Chapter One - Stephanie
No one noticed me hurrying my way out of the office.
During the entire time that I zipped down the hall and then onto the elevator, not a head popped up from behind the acres of cloth and metal that constituted the cubicle farm. (It had been cheaper, at the beginning, to get an âopen conceptâ space. Only the executives got windows or doors. Mine had a view of the bay.)
I reached the ground floor and hurried for my car. The garment bag already hung in the back, the protruding hook slung over the emergency bar right behind the driverâs seat, so it wouldnât obstruct my vision while driving.
I still had fifteen minutes, and I knew I could make it. At least, Iâd better make it; my little sister was getting married, and come hell or high water, I would be there to celebrate with her.
I arrived with plenty of time, snatched the garment bag out of the back, and rushed to the bathroom. It was somehow colder inside than outside, the gray cinder blocks doing a bang-up job of keeping all the warmth out there.
As far as park bathrooms went, it was one of the worst Iâd ever seen, but to be fair, it was built in the 90s when efficiency was the thing, psychological welfare be damned. Then again, it was either use this dirty bathroom or strip down in front of my family and friends, and I knew which I preferred.
Decked out in my maid-of-honor finery, I hauled ass to the bridal tent, matching heels held in my hand for better movement on the soft grass.
When I stepped inside, the sight that met me took my breath away.
âOh, wow!â
âThanks,â Jonna gushed.
Iâd gotten so used to her being my baby sister, I barely noticed that sheâd grown up, but by golly, had she ever. She had a baby of her own now, and a very soon-to-be husband, and she looked radiant, glowing with the love she reflected.
Confident, but still holding my hand, Jonna went to meet her destiny.
âYou got this,â I whispered.
She was shaking with excitement, and probably a bit of nerves. It was a big step, to be sure, but I had her back, and I knew she was ready.
The music started up, and I walked a few paces ahead of her, keeping well apace, until I was up at the altar. After a few more moments, along with some âoohsâ and âaahsâ from the crowd, she was safely beside her man. There was a pang in my chest.
We didnât see each other every day or anything, but it was going to be even less after she was married. It was time for me to try and let go as well. That was just the way things wereâ
everyone had to grow up and find their own path.
And at least she was in good hands. Despite my initial misgivings, Seth turned out to be a wonderful guy. Definitely very unlike the majority of the heavy metal types he surrounded himself with, all long hair and attitude.
He had been in a band once too, of course, but had left that behind years ago. If anything, he was a businessman in his adulthood. Even our Mom and Dad approved of him, despite the age difference between him and Jonna.
I stuck to the sidelines during the reception. Mom and Dad were mingling, and I wanted to leave Jonna and Seth to themselves and little Casey. They really were a beautiful little family.
The raging monster of envy raised its ugly head inside me, only to be pounded back down again with the mighty hammer of maturity.
It was fine; I was used to being alone. My last relationship had been months before, and had ended in spectacular fashion. As much as my heart, as well as other parts, drew me to it, I was not looking for love.
I will never love a man, because love and pain go hand in hand.
I shook my head to excise the Laura Marling song lyrics from it, and drained a flute of champagne, looking
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