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Author<\/h2>\nJill Meniketti<\/p>\n
Jill Meniketti manages a popular rock band that tours the world annually. She takes pride in belonging to an elite set of women who double as band managers and rock star wives (Sharon Osbourne, Wendy Dio, Denise Martin, Susan Tate, April Malmsteen, to name a few). Jill lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her rock star husband. Welcome to Groove House is her debut novel.<\/p>\n
Lock up your grandmothers! . . . When rock\u2019s former biggest rebel loses everything, he\u2019s forced to call in favors from all the rock star royalty whom he\u2019d burned his entire career.<\/p>\n
With a trashed comeback tour, creditors on his ass, no record deal, a health issue he doesn’t even know how to spell, and nothing but a few bucks from the sale of his last guitar, Mike Mays is destitute for the first time in his rock star life. He\u2019s forced to crash his estranged, uptight daughter\u2019s tidy world, and when she kicks him out, to couch-surf halfway around the world at a ragtag farmhouse in Tuscany called Groove House\u2014home to a pack of aging ex-rock stars, who aren’t thrilled to see him.<\/p>\n
Mike creates chaos at every turn, bulldozing everyone in his path. His raunchy offstage antics snagged headlines back in the \u201970s and \u201980s, but can the aging bad boy bluff his way out of his worst bungle yet and actually stage a comeback?<\/p>\n
Chapter 1<\/p>\n
Mike Mays glared at Nick, the rhythm guitarist\u2014his twenty-something, hired gun with tar-black hair veiling his dark eyes, and the shitload of hardware hanging off his face. Poseur.<\/p>\n
\u201cFace it, old man,\u201d Nick growled. \u201cYou left your chops in the \u201980s.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI got jeans older than you, ya little pissant.\u201d Mike felt pressure rising in his chest. His breathing thickened. \u201cShoulda shipped your ass back to L.A. after the London gig.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll be glad when this embarrassment of a tour is over.\u201d Nick scooped up his skull and bones McSwain guitar and began noodling.<\/p>\n
Bones, the frizzy-haired guitar tech for the tour, straddled the dressing room doorway in his combat boots, plaid shorts, and a Judas Priest T-shirt. \u201cOkay,\u201d he announced, \u201ctime to clear the dressing room.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mike turned and ogled the chick\u2019s killer bod as she stood in her sexy red stilettos and her black lace skirt that barely covered her ass. One tug of the tie on her halter top, he thought, and her tits would come spilling out. He licked his lips. She\u2019d be a tasty treat after the show.<\/p>\n
She spun her back to him and he grinned as he ran his fingers over the bare skin above her ass. There it was: his own face staring back at him. He glanced down at the tattoo\u2014the kid with pouting lips and long, puffy hair. Not bad, he thought, the jaw line looks pretty good and the eyes look okay. \u201cDamn, they got my nose all wrong . . . too narrow.\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned and caught sight of Nick in the mirror. He\u2019s about the same age as me in the tattoo, Mike thought, and then he glanced away from his own withered face and thinning hair. He turned back to the tat.<\/p>\n
\u201cI feel sorry for the poor bastard who has to stare at me when he screws her from behind.\u201d Mike grinned as his guitar tech and backing band laughed\u2014all but Nick.<\/p>\n
The chick shifted her head back to check Mike\u2019s expression, an auburn curl dropping to her shoulder. She handed him a black Sharpie. \u201cCan you sign it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019d be delighted.\u201d Mike caressed the colors on her skin and then scribbled his name above the tat. \u201cHow \u2019bout you come back after the show and we\u2019ll see how great your ass looks on my face?\u201d<\/p>\n
The chick giggled and then hugged Mike as he planted a kiss on her cheek.<\/p>\n
Then Bones ushered her out and poked his head back inside. \u201cI\u2019m off to the stage now. Need anything before I go?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA line of blow?\u201d<\/p>\n
Bones did a double-take.<\/p>\n
Mike glanced at Dylan, the bleached-blond drummer. \u201cDown boy. . . . No need to get on your AA soapbox.\u201d Even though Mike didn\u2019t believe in all that sobriety bullshit, he no longer did the hard stuff; it just took too much out of him anymore.<\/p>\n
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