Play Mine
Brooklyn Dawn Book 3
Cari Quinn Taryn Elliott
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Play Mine
© 2020 Cari Quinn & Taryn Elliott
Rainbow Rage Publishing
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Photographer: Sara Eirew Photography
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First ebook edition: September 2020
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“You need to be careful.”
The day the manager of my rock band said that changed my life.
As Brooklyn Dawn’s newest member on probation, I didn’t think I’d have to worry about anything but rocking hard.
I didn’t expect my tumultuous past to come out.
I definitely didn’t expect us to be in danger.
I never considered I’d need a bodyguard.
Or that my best friend in the band, our drummer, Cooper, an ex-Ranger, would vie for that role—along with a much more personal one as my guy.
Forget the bodyguard my label hired. Cooper is determined to take care of me.
Onstage and off. In bed and out.
When friends become foes and strangers become threats, trust is all I have left.
But falling in love with the last man I ever expected to is just one more complication while I’m trying to stay drama free and most importantly, alive.
Author’s note: Play Mine is a standalone friends to lovers rock star romance. The Brooklyn Dawn series has a suspense arc that goes through the entire series. It will be resolved in the final book. Play Mine ends in a happily ever after with no cliffhanger for the main couple.
Contents
Borg Talk
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
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Epilogue
Brooklyn Dawn
Oblivion World
Quinn and Elliott
Taryn Quinn
Follow Us
About the Authors
Borg Talk
Sometimes books are hard. Sometimes whole years are hard. 2020 seems to have that theme. This book was a major labor of love. We tried a little something different in the writing of PLAY MINE. We hope you see the love and laughter, maybe even dab away some tears, but in the end we hope you see our ongoing theme. One that shows up in almost all of our books.
Found family.
Sometimes the perfect family doesn’t come from your own bloodline, sometimes it’s created by a mutual love of music as in many of our rocker families. Shared passions and the need to create followed by finding one of a kind loves.
Or in our case, by that mutual love of creating characters that resonate. Over the years Cari and I have become like sisters. We often call one another the borg because we can finish each other’s thoughts and do weird hoodoo in our books without checking in with the other—sometimes even writing separate chapters in the same day!
It’s a little bit of magic that has made our writing stronger and crazier as the years go by. We hope you love Teagan and Cooper and this crazy Brooklyn Dawn family as much as we’ve loved writing them. There’s so much more to come.
xoxo,
Taryn & Cari
Sometimes we make up fictional places that end up having the same names as actual places. These are our fictional interpretations only. Please grant us leeway if our creative vision isn't true to reality.
Look at me that way again, and you may just claim what’s left of my heart.
William C. Hannan
One
I hurried up the dark alley, looking over my shoulder with every sharp click of my low-heeled boots on the concrete. It had been awhile since I’d been a flagrant trespasser.
Technically, I wasn’t trespassing now either. This wasn’t the first time I’d visited a venue after hours. It didn’t really count as trespassing if you had a pass to get you in, did it? Doubtful. But I’d definitely sneaked out to Purgatory.
Not the actual realm between heaven and hell. I wasn’t sure where to find that particular portal and wasn’t in any hurry to know if that would be my ultimate fate.
Certainly not for my current transgression.
It wasn’t as if I’d hidden behind trees and Dumpsters as I ran down the sidewalk or anything. No, I’d taken a perfectly respectable Uber crosstown to the club where my band would be performing tonight.
The driver had let me off down the street and I’d taken my time passing by a few interesting storefronts. At this time of night, it probably wasn’t wise. I’d gotten too used to being shadowed by Noah Jordan, my bodyguard.
But I hadn’t even needed to duck my bodyguard detail, since those restrictions eased slightly when we weren’t traveling from show to show. Though I would have ducked, if said bodyguard had been, well, guarding my body.
A metaphor for sure, since Noah had no use for it other than making sure I stayed in one piece.
We were just coming back from a couple of weeks off. Starting tomorrow night, my life would get locked down even more. We’d been asked to curtail our extracurricular activities during this “troubling” time for Ripper Records—our manager Lila Crandall’s phrase, not mine.
That wasn’t much of an issue for me, since I was single and had been since….
Okay, yeah, not going back that far. My ex Pat was part of the distant past, and I didn’t have time for trips down memory lane. I was coping okay with singledom.
Over the past few years, I’d even managed to go on
