Ruby Tuesday
Ruby Tuesday
Wild Irish, Book Two
Sky Mitchell is hiding out in Baltimore, seeking peace and solitude while he struggles with a career decision. Lead singer of popular rock group The Universe, he’s thinking of going it alone. Wandering into an Irish pub, he’s ecstatic to discover the breakout single for his solo album—but the songwriter doesn’t want to sell. One musical challenge later, not only does he win the song, but also a writing partner to complete the rest of the album.
Teagan Collins has never aspired to fame and fortune. She’s content taking care of family, friends and neighbors, and singing in her family’s pub. Working on an album with Sky tests her patience…and her libido. The hot rocker plays her body like a fine instrument, their desire deepening with each song they write.
But someone doesn’t want Sky to go solo, and is repeatedly trying to sabotage the couple’s efforts. Undaunted, Sky wants Teagan to join him onstage at his farewell concert to sing her original,
Maybe Tomorrow
.
If they make it through today.
An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication
Ruby Tuesday
ISBN 9781419925719
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Ruby Tuesday Copyright © 2009 Mari Carr
Edited by Kelli Collins
Cover art by Syneca
Electronic book publication December 2009
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RUBY TUESDAY
Mari Carr
Dedication
This story is dedicated to my devoted Yahoo group. Your encouragement, support and shared laughter have meant more to me than you will ever know.
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The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction: Baltimore Ravens: Baltimore Ravens, Inc.
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Monday’s Child
Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace,
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go,
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath day,
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.
~Traditional nursery rhyme
Ruby Tuesday
Chapter One
“Oh. My. God,” Riley murmured behind her.
Teagan Collins struggled not to roll her eyes as she turned to see what had elicited such a response from her younger sister. Riley was the queen of sarcastic humor and no doubt she’d spotted someone who would now fall victim to her cutting wit. Typically it was a comment about the way someone dressed or styled their hair. She knew the rest of the family found Riley’s little remarks funny, but sometimes she felt they were just plain mean.
“I’m late start—” She broke off mid-sentence when she saw her sister actually appeared to have gone pale. “What’s wrong?”
Riley stuttered a few moments before she could speak. “It’s…it’s h-him.” Teagan turned around and glanced at the men drinking in the pub. Summer was Baltimore’s peak tourism season—it was currently a Tuesday night in late fall. To say the crowd was sparse was putting it lightly. A few regulars sat at the bar, hanging out with her pop and her brother Tris, fighting rather loudly over the results of Sunday’s football game. It was clearly going to be a long, hard winter as the Ravens didn’t appear to be winning enough to suit this pack of rabid fans.
An older couple, Mr. and Mrs. Tibbs, occupied a table near the stage. She smiled when she saw them. They were quite possibly as close to groupies as she would ever get. She wasn’t foolish enough to aspire to singing greatness. She knew achieving fame and fortune as a professional singer was as likely as winning the lottery. Besides, her love for music centered more on songwriting than performing, but she did appreciate the kind comments and encouragement the elderly couple gave her each week when she took the stage.
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The only other two people in the place were strangers to her. She studied the two guys who sat in a corner booth, engrossed in what appeared to be a serious conversation. One was blond and somewhat handsome while the other had dark hair and an unattractively bushy beard. His face was in shadow, making it difficult to distinguish his features. She guessed they were both in their mid-twenties.
“Him who?” Teagan asked.
“Sky Mitchell,” Riley whispered, her voice almost reverent.
“Who’s Sky Mitchell?”
Her sister’s gaze left the two men and traveled to Teagan, wide with disbelief. “Are you freaking kidding me? Tell me you’re joking.”
“About what?”
“You honest to God don’t know who Sky Mitchell is?” Riley asked, her voice laced with genuine amazement.
“Should I know who he is? Did you go to high school with him or something?” Teagan glanced back at the table and tried to decide if either of the men looked familiar.
They didn’t, although in all fairness, the lighting in the pub was dim and the dark-haired man had a baseball cap pulled down low over his face.
“High school!” Riley said. “Don’t I wish! Sky is only the lead singer of the hottest rock group on the radio these days. Please God, tell me you’ve heard of The Universe.” Teagan nodded, her eyes narrowed. She’d have to live under a rock not to have heard of The Universe. “Of course I’ve heard of them. I just didn’t know the name of their lead singer. Besides, that’s not really my kind of music.”
“Oh, that’s right,” Riley began. Teagan braced herself for the words she knew were coming next. “They sing songs that were written in this decade.”
“There is nothing wrong with folk music, Riley. Nothing wrong with enjoying songs that have some deeper meaning than ‘I wanna get laid’.”
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Teagan shrugged. “I wouldn’t know since I can’t understand a word any of them is screaming—uh, sorry—singing.”
“Sky’s not like that. His voice is pure gold. And he is tee-totally hot.” Teagan looked back at the men, certain neither of them really fell into that category.
“Which one is Sky?”
Riley groaned. “Holy shit. I honestly can’t believe we carry around the same genes sometimes.” Teagan silently agreed. “He’s the one in the hat, wearing the fake beard.”
“How can you tell he’s Sky Mitchell? I can’t even see that guy’s face.”
“I would know that hunka-hunka burnin’ love anywhere,” Riley joked.
“Aw jeez. Well, I’ve officially been in this conversation five minutes longer than I wanted to be. I’m going to go sing.”
“In front of
him
?” Riley asked. For the first time in her life, Teagan thought her sister seemed to eye her with an air of respect.
“That’s the general idea.”
“You aren’t nervous?”
“Why in the world would I be nervous? I sing in front of strangers practically every day.”
“But that’s Sky Mitchell,” Riley pointed out.
“So you keep saying.”
Riley took a step back and studied Teagan’s appearance with obvious distaste.
“Why don’t you run upstairs and put on some makeup first? Maybe change out of your hippie garb. I’ve got a smoking-hot, red leather miniskirt that would—” Teagan shook her head. “My outfit is fine. Why don’t
you
go get dolled up for him?
You’re clearly interested.”
Excitement sparked in Riley’s eyes. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that!” She turned toward the stairs that led to the family’s apartment. “Holy hell. I almost offered Sky Mitchell to you. What the fuck was I thinking?” 9
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“I have no idea,” Teagan muttered, secretly amused Riley would actually think for one second she’d go after a rock star.
“Don’t let him leave. I’ll be back in a flash. And please, Teag, don’t sing your usual shit. Sing something contemporary, upbeat—freaking
sexy
.” Teagan narrowed her eyes. “Gee, I don’t think I know any songs like that.” Riley was too distracted to notice the smartass remark. “You’re a songwriter, for chrissake. Make something up. Just don’t let him leave this bar ‘til I get back.” With that, Riley disappeared and Teagan fought to regain her composure, her energy.
Conversations with Riley tended to wear her out.
Her sister Keira had moved out over the summer to shack up with her handsome English professor, Will, leaving Teagan to share a bedroom with their younger sister.
Despite the fact that her brother Killian was currently stationed in Iraq and her baby brother Sean had found his own apartment, there were still four Collins kids left at home. And sometimes she thought Riley should actually count as more than one sibling. Her sister was a handful on a good day.
She glanced at the two men in the corner again and panicked for a moment when the blond man rose to leave. Riley would seriously freak out if they were gone when she returned. The two men shook hands and she overheard Sky say he’d meet his friend back at the hotel later. The blond left and Sky leaned back for a moment. She watched him take in the room, his eyes only briefly brushing over her as she stood in the center of the room with her guitar. Then he opened a notebook and picked up a pen. She walked to the stage, wondering what he was writing.
Probably his memoirs. No doubt one of those VH1-style nightmare tales of the poor, pitiful rock star who’s overcome drug abuse and endless orgies to go on to bigger and better things.
She struggled not to roll her eyes at the thought as she took her place on the stage and quickly tuned her guitar. She smiled at the patrons and sang a few of her favorites—songs by John Prine, Leonard Cohen and Nanci Griffith. As she sang, she 10
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kept one eye on Sky—who continued to write in his notebook, only glancing up occasionally—and one eye on the staircase to the apartment. Riley sure was taking her sweet time getting ready. Of course, knowing her sister, Riley had decided Sky Mitchell was worthy of what the family had jokingly dubbed the “Saturday Night Special”. Riley spent hours primping prior to going out and partying until the wee hours every Saturday.
From the standards, Teagan moved on to some of her original material, singing four songs the patrons of the bar had heard often. She smiled when the regulars sang along during the chorus. She loved singing her own songs the best. The music never failed to move her.
