Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

Tudor Rose: Tudor Dynasty, #1
Tudor Rose: Tudor Dynasty, #1
Tudor Rose: Tudor Dynasty, #1
Ebook128 pages1 hour

Tudor Rose: Tudor Dynasty, #1

Rating: 0 out of 5 stars

()

Read preview

About this ebook

She was hired to protect him … but she'd love to do a whole lot more.

As a famous rock star is stalked by an unseen menace, his assistant attempts to set up a safe zone around him. Meanwhile, he persuades her to make him happy in other ways.

Amadeus Tudor is rock-star royalty—at a pinnacle of fame seen once in a lifetime. He’s the front man for Tudor Rose, one of the top selling, best-loved rock bands of all time. He's also part of a musical dynasty with two famous brothers. His fans adore him, his business associates love him, women want him.

So who on earth would want to kill him?

Zara Middleton, former manager and publicist to Tudor Rose, is back, this time as Amadeus’ personal assistant. But as unsettling things begin to happen, she realizes someone is out to harm Amadeus. Can she trust anyone on his management team, or the dozens of other people always around him? What about the ex-band members who keep turning up?

What about his own family?

As Tudor's new tour gets under way, the fans aren't the only ones ready to rock—this close to Amadeus again, Zara is besieged with long-ignored feelings and emotions toward her rock god client. Before she can catch her breath, Amadeus takes charge, making it clear he wants her at his side and in his bed. And she longs to do more with his body than protect it. Passion explodes between the two, only growing hotter as the tour goes on.

Can Zara keep Amadeus safe and be his lover … or will she have to choose?

LanguageEnglish
Release dateApr 8, 2016
ISBN9781524255077
Tudor Rose: Tudor Dynasty, #1
Author

Jamie Salisbury

Writing romance stories with passion and sass, Jamie Salisbury has seen several of her books soar to #1 on Amazon. Her novella, Tudor Rubato was a finalist in the 2012 RONE (Reward of Novel Excellence) awards. The cover won for Best Contemporary Cover. In 2014, her novel, Life and Lies was nominated for a RONE in the Erotica category. Her books are self published . Music, traveling and history are among her passions when not writing. Her previous career in public relations in and around the entertainment field has afforded her with a treasure trove of endless story ideas.

Read more from Jamie Salisbury

Related to Tudor Rose

Titles in the series (4)

View More

Related ebooks

Contemporary Romance For You

View More

Related articles

Reviews for Tudor Rose

Rating: 0 out of 5 stars
0 ratings

0 ratings0 reviews

What did you think?

Tap to rate

Review must be at least 10 words

    Book preview

    Tudor Rose - Jamie Salisbury

    Chapter 1

    I thought I retired from all this madness, this business. Obviously someone didn’t get the memo. Instead, I’m sitting in First Class winging deep into the abyss. This time, though, I won’t be resuming my previous position of manager/publicist extraordinaire. No, I’m returning as the personal body guard to Amadeus Tudor, rock star royalty. Tudor is part of a musical dynasty, three siblings, each achieving a level of fame more often than not seen only once in a lifetime. After I retired, I also left Amadeus and his band, Tudor Rose, without a manager or publicist. I waited until the end of the tour, hoping he would hire someone new after taking a break. My idea backfired; he sank into a deep depression.

    Why would a woman be chosen to watch after one of the most sought after men in the entertainment business? My unique relationship with Amadeus. He trusts me more than anyone. I’ve spent hours training to handle any situation, so the fact I’m female rather than a man is not an issue.

    It was Amadeus’s record label that contacted me. They begged me to help pick up the pieces. I refused the first five times Robert Dunn called. Finally, I caved; Amadeus was refusing to tour without me. I’ve witnessed Amadeus emerge from a teenage boy to the man he is today, and over all the years together, we’ve formed a special relationship and love that is inaccessible by others. A bond that brings me back.

    My life away has been filled with a lot of travel. Funny as it sounds I have spent years traveling with Amadeus and his band wandering the world on tour. You don’t manage to catch a glimpse of the sights much less anything else. After tying up loose ends and after selling my business, I set off on a dream trip, an amazing journey to Patagonia, Chile. For the first time in years I actually relaxed. After six months, I returned to New York.

     I meet with Robert in Manhattan about replacing the money grabbers. Somebody Amadeus will trust and work with and accept. We decide on Artie Bowman because he’s been around the business for years. He’s highly respected, with an impressive track record and knows Amadeus. He managed Amadeus’s older brother’s band, Rypp Tyde until Damien suffered a serious stroke at age twenty-nine and was forced to retire.

    The three of us meet a couple of days later. They realize I’m on board, having my own reservations about getting back into a business I thought I had put behind me. They also know I’m fiercely loyal to Amadeus and count on that as they confide in me the other reason.

    Zara, Robert began, someone is trying to hurt Amadeus. That’s why I want you on the tour.

    What do you mean someone’s out to harm him? I ask. Any idea who might be behind this? Has something happened? They both shake their heads.

    Not exactly, but this was intercepted at the house Amadeus is renting in L.A. Robert pushes something to me.

    I read the note and turn the paper over. It says: ‘Amadeus will never make it to the end of the tour.’ I put my head down on the table and groan. Damn!

    Yes? Robert inquired.

    Get me a first class ticket, I reply, kicking myself in the butt for what is coming out of my mouth.

    Zara, you’re the best! You won’t regret joining us, Artie exclaimed.

    Yeah, yeah, whatever. Boys, this isn’t going to be cheap, even if I am doing this for Amadeus. Now, unless you’ve something more to tell me, I’ve got a lot to do. Call me when you get the flight arranged. I guess I’ll meet the two of you in L.A. I leave the meeting, shaking my head. Well, I told myself, at least this will look fabulous on your resume!

    ***

    Not unlike the court of a sixteenth century Henry XIII, this clan of rock aristocracy lives in excess and to the fullest. Heck, an ongoing rumor out in the stratosphere claims that this modern day version is related to ol’ Henry Whether real or simply the fabrication of some publicity mill, this Tudor clan lives and breathes every word of it.

    William Tudor, the patriarch of the family, came to the United States from England as a young lad of six. His story is not one of a poor immigrant, but rather one of quite a different start. Henry Tudor, his father, was dispatched to Washington, D.C. to work with the British Ambassador. He was eighteen at the time his dad was reassigned. With his parents blessing, he remained in his adopted country, enrolling in college. Upon graduation, William accepted a position as an engineer with an aircraft manufacturer in Seattle. He soon found himself on the opposite side of the country without Grace, a young American woman he’d met while in college. First chance he got, William traveled back to Virginia and they married.

    The vibrant beauty, Grace abandoned her fledgling career as a concert pianist to follow her heart. She and William had five children, three boys and two girls. They had what most would call an idyllic childhood, raised in a prominent Seattle suburb, going to the best schools, excelling at everything they touched.

    ***

    Preparation for any tour is a monumental undertaking. It takes months of careful planning to pull it off. Since opening night is going to be in L.A. at the Staples Center, Amadeus decides to move rehearsals to California instead of Seattle as they previously have.

    Amadeus has rented a house on the beach in Malibu, allowing him to get away and relax before the mayhem begins and to focus without the circus. This is where I’m staying, giving us time to catch up.

    Arriving in Los Angeles Artie meets me at LAX, and we make the long drive to Malibu through the daily smog choked freeways of L.A. I’m grateful he’s taken the time to come to the airport, so he can fill me in on everything. We determine the easiest way for me to blend in will be as Amadeus’s love interest. Attention doesn’t need to be drawn to Amadeus having a bodyguard. He’s never had one, and the rumor mills will crank up if he appears to have one now. So far, Artie thinks no one is aware of the threats other than a handful of people. Should folks remember me, I won’t draw attention. The assumption is our relationship changed; therefore, I resigned.

    I smile as a familiar figure comes running through the door as we pull into the beach front property. He doesn’t appear much different since the last time. In fact, he appears healthier and more in shape than I remember.

    Zara! he says, beaming. It’s so good to see you. You look fantastic. Rest and relaxation agrees with you. He leans over and kisses me on the lips, as he holds on to me in an unusually long embrace. Every part of my body quivers at his touch, signifying to me what feelings I keep secretly hid, are intensely genuine.

    You, well Amadeus, you look incredible, I gush, afraid my face is giving me away. And he did, no lie. I guess time off agreed with you, also. He’s a handsome man with tall, long, dark brown, almost black hair and piercing lapis blue eyes. He’s aware of his rugged good looks but has never flaunted them. Most of his peers in the biz would be out screwing everything that came their way. Not Amadeus.

    We walk, his arm tightly around me as Artie follows with my luggage.

    Would you like me to show you to the guest room? If not, I’m going to leave. The two of you obviously have a lot to catch up on. Artie pretends not to pick up on any vibes arising in the house.

    No, thanks though, Artie.

    You sure won’t stay? Amadeus asks.

    No, a ten-year-old is expecting me at a softball game I dare not miss.

    Go on, enjoy yourself, I respond. How is young mister Tristan these days?

    He’s growing like nobody’s business and thinks he knows everything.

    Well, tell him his auntie Zara says hello.

    I will, he responds as he leaves Amadeus and me to get reacquainted. Like riding a bike, easy.

    I glance around my surroundings. Typical California contemporary with a wall of windows overlooking the ocean. White and crisp against the magnificent blue of the Pacific. I realize how much I miss the laid back California lifestyle. Nowhere else is remotely similar. I grew up here and took it all for granted until I formed my publicity firm and moved to Manhattan. Not that I don’t enjoy Manhattan with all the hustle and bustle of a large city. I guess that’s why they’re on opposite ends of the country; they’re both unique.

    I sit down on the over-sized sofa, waiting for Amadeus to return from showing Artie out. A white baby grand piano beckons from a corner. There’s a decided lack of accessories, the exception being a hand-blown glass bowl on the coffee table and a couple pieces placed strategically throughout. An absence of art work on the walls, no books. Quite sparse indeed. Very impersonal. Amadeus returns with bottles of Italian sparkling water. He sits in a leather chair across from me. I’m amazed at how good he appears. He asserts a confidence I haven’t seen in a long time. Not the Amadeus described to me. The two of us discuss what I should expect as the launch date looms even closer.

    "Now you know the role I’m playing here, don’t you?

    Enjoying the preview?
    Page 1 of 1