Reaper's Girl (Rockin' Country #5)
Reaper’s Girl
Book #5 in the Rockin’ Country Series
By Laramie Briscoe
Copyright © 2016 Laramie Briscoe
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Edited by: Lindsay Gray Hopper
Cover Art by: Kari Ayasha, Cover to Cover Designs
Proofread by: Dawn Bourgeois
Beta Read by: Keyla Handley & Danielle Wentworth
Formatting: Paul Salvette, BB eBooks
Photography by: MH Photography
Cover Models: Ashley & Jack Edmund
Heaven Hill Series
Meant To Be
Out of Darkness
Losing Control
Worth The Battle
Dirty Little Secret
Second Chance Love
Rough Patch
Beginning of Forever
Home Free
Shield My Heart
A Heaven Hill Christmas
Rockin’ Country Series
Only The Beginning
One Day at a Time
The Price of Love
Full Circle
Hard to Love
Reaper’s Girl
The Red Bird Trail Trilogy
Flagger
In-Tune
Collision
Stand Alone
Sketch
Sass
Trick (January 2017)
Moonshine Task Force Series
Renegade (March 2017)
Wife
Husband
Parents
Entertainers
Reaper and Harmony have been enjoying being Garrett and Hannah since their respective tours ended. They’ve become closer, learned to live as a married couple, and been successful in keeping relevant without having their faces on the cover of tabloids. Raising their eighteen-month-old son, is the highlight of both their lives.
Now that they’ve settled into a routine, Hannah misses the studio, and decides to give Harmony one more shot. Because he’s always been supportive, Garrett agrees. Neither one of them are prepared for the sheer popularity their marriage and the birth of their child has given them as a couple. When the album drops, it sets forth a series of events neither one of them are prepared for.
To everyone’s, surprise Harmony Stewart becomes more of a household name, has a Pop number one, and gets way in over her head with commitments.
The success, the pressure, and the fame all gets to be too much. It doesn’t take long to realize there’s only one title she’s ever wanted to have.
Reaper’s Girl
Dedication
To Nicole, Carrie, Danielle, Keyla, Heather, Reva, Amanda, and anyone else Reaper & Harmony have touched. I’m super proud to be a Reaper’s Girl with you ladies!
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Also by Laramie Briscoe
About the Book
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Epilogue
Connect with Laramie
Sneak Peek of Trick
Sneak Peek of Renegade
Chapter One
* * *
April
“I think it’s time. I wanna go back into the studio.”
Hannah Thompson glanced over to her left at her husband, who sat behind the wheel of their Range Rover. Her gaze washed over him, taking in the way he shifted against the leather of the seat, leaned back further, and spread his knees wider, taking up almost all of the room under the wheel. She didn’t miss the way his green eyes flashed to the rearview mirror, gazing in the back to their son, EJ, in his booster seat. Garrett licked his lips before taking a drink of coffee from its white cup—from that place he always gave her crap about—before his eyes took in her profile.
“Is that what you want, babe?”
His deep voice calmed her, and she knew he wasn’t asking for him, he was asking for her.
She nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure. He’s almost a year and a half old now. I mean nobody probably even cares about me as anything more than a wife or a mom anymore.”
Hannah could feel the heat of his gaze on her. “Trust me, Han, nobody thinks of you as just a wife or a mom.”
“It’s not a bad thing if they did,” she was quick to defend.
He laughed loudly. “That’s not it at all, but lately I’m on the internet way more than you are. I know you see your comments, but I also know you’ve taken a step back. Shell may not be telling you, but people are constantly asking when you’re going to have something out, when I’m gonna let you out of the house.”
“What?”
“Yeah, people think I’m keeping you home and that I want to keep you knocked up so you don’t have a chance to go back in the studio or on the road. You know that’s not the case, right? Anything you wanna do, you can do. I’m not going to hold you back from anything, but it has to be right for us as a family.” He glanced back at EJ, who was now sleeping, as they made their way into downtown Nashville.
“I agree.” She turned in her seat so that she could look at her husband. “Never would I want to put him in any kind of situation where he wasn’t a priority. Our family always comes first, and that’s why I’ve been hesitant to do anything.”
“But you’re ready now?” he asked as he checked his blind spot and exited the interstate.
Hannah took a moment. Was she really ready? Or was she bored? That was something she asked herself a lot—especially lately. EJ didn’t need her as much as he had when he was a newborn, and she found herself having time that wasn’t preoccupied anymore. “I think so, but my thought goes back to what do I do with him while I’m in the studio.” She nodded back to
EJ.
Garrett reached over and grabbed her hand. “You know we’re on a break right now. We’re going to be writing our record, and we have a year to do that. Do you have songs and stuff already picked out?”
“I’ve been listening to demos,” she admitted. “The good ones Shell has been hearing, she’s been forwarding my way. I’ve found songs I really like, and there are a few songs I’ve written that I think are something. I won’t know until I get into the studio though.”
Bringing her hand up to his lips, he grinned. “Then why don’t you figure out if they’re something or not? I say if this is something you wanna do—we’ll make it work.”
And that was exactly why she had the best husband in the world.
Chapter Two
* * *
Two Months Later
Hannah juggled the slippery plastic of the Starbucks drink she held in her hand as she used a code she hadn’t used in a very long time. The June Nashville heat made condensation appear on the cup as soon as she wiped it off, but it was nothing compared to the way her palms were sweating. Her purse slipped off her shoulder, and she huffed, frustrated with herself by the way her heart was pounding at unnatural speeds.
There was no reason to be nervous. She was a Grammy winner. Going back into the studio wasn’t that big of a deal. Squaring her shoulders and taking a deep breath, she glanced at her wedding ring. Garrett was supporting her the whole way; he’d sent her off this morning with EJ on his hip and breakfast in her stomach. Along with the drink she held in her hand.
“This ain’t your first rodeo, Han,” she told herself as she put her purse back on her shoulder, got a better grip on her cup of coffee, and opened the door.
As soon as she entered the lobby, hellos and welcome backs were thrown at her from every direction. She smiled, knowing everyone meant it, knowing most of these people were beyond happy to see her. She was happy to see them too.
“Harmony, it’s so good to see you back.” The receptionist who’d been hired as Hannah had gone on maternity leave waved to her. Hannah wasn’t sure of her name, so she just waved back.
“Thanks! I’m really happy to be back.” And it hit her how true that statement was. She’d been afraid she’d get here and wish she was back home with Garrett and EJ, but getting out of the house was nice. “Do you know which room I’m in today?”
“You’re in Studio C with Kurt.”
Hannah smiled. She loved Kurt. She’d worked with him numerous times, and he’d produced most of the songs with which she’d hit number one. “Thanks, I’ll be seeing you around.”
She knew exactly where Studio C was, not much had changed in this place. The halls were like the well-traveled halls of a high school she’d been going to for years. The closer she got to the room, the less nervous she was, and the more excitement won out in her stomach.
There was no hesitation when she put her hand on the door and turned the knob. She opened it with a huge smile on her face.
“Hannah!” she heard from an older male voice.
Looking to her left, she saw Kurt sitting at the soundboard, but when he saw her, he got up, opening his arms.
“I’m so excited to see you,” she squealed as she met him with a big hug. “When they told me I was in here with you, I was so relieved,” she admitted.
“I have to tell you,” he helped her with the cup of coffee as she set her purse down, “when they called me last week and told me I’d be working with you, I asked them if they were serious. I wasn’t sure you’d ever be back.”
“I knew I’d be back,” she admitted. “But I also knew it had to be right for my family. We’re at that point in our lives. It’s time, because I’m getting antsy.”
“Well I have to say, I’m really glad to have you back. I think as soon as people realize you’ve scheduled some studio time, you’re gonna have more attention than you wanted.”
Hannah was afraid of that; afraid of the pressure she knew came with what she did. In the past she’d crumbled under it, and at some points it had crippled her. But she was a stronger woman now, a stronger person, with the most supportive people behind her. Having her family and friends meant everything to her, and if there was anything Garrett had truly done for her, it was showing her how strong she was. With him behind her, lending a hand on her back when she needed the gentle reminder of his presence, she could do anything.
“I refuse to let people pressure me this time, but I’ve heard from a couple people this could be crazy.”
Kurt had a seat in his chair and motioned for Hannah to have a seat across from him. “I think you underestimate the love people have for you. There’s a reason you have millions of Instagram followers. People are interested in you and the love story you and Garrett have shared with the public at large. Just be aware, this could ramp it up. I don’t want you to get too overwhelmed.”
She took a deep breath. “I’m not going to. I know what I’m doing and I’m ready to work.”
Truer words had never been spoken. She’d been so excited this morning, getting ready for her day and knowing she’d spend a few hours out of the house. It wasn’t that she didn’t love EJ and Garrett, or that she didn’t love her role as mom and wife, but she missed Harmony. She missed being able to let that part of her personality take over and be someone new for the night, or even a few hours. Part of her even missed the stage.
“Good.” Kurt grinned. “I have some songs here for you. Shell sent them over last week, and I do love what the two of you have picked out, but I know you. You’ve probably got a binder of original stuff too. So let’s see what you got and get to work.”
This is what she loved about him. He knew how she worked, respected what she wanted the process to be, and knew when to push her. “I do have a binder full of songs. Some of them I like, some I’m not sure about, but I did bring it with me.”
She grabbed the bag she’d brought with her and pulled the binder out, grimacing under the weight of it.
“Holy shit, Hannah. How many songs are in here?” he laughed as he saw the width of it.
“Hundreds, if not thousands. I can’t put any more in here and close it,” she admitted, her face red.
“Not all of them are good.” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. “Especially the ones I wrote right after EJ was born. I was tired and couldn’t sleep most of the time, so I just wrote. I don’t expect us to record those.”
He gave her a glance that shut her up.
“Fuck that noise, Hannah. You know you’re a good songwriter. I would venture to say you’re probably better than ninety percent of what’s on the radio—and that’s even when you don’t try.”
She blushed because she still wasn’t used to those comments from people in the industry.
“We’ll go through it and see what you have. If it’s something you feel like you wanna work on, we’ll work on it.” He handed the binder back to her. “Sound good?”
This was all happening so fast, faster than she’d assumed it would. But she was ready, more prepared for this than she’d ever been before. She could do this: be a wife, be a mother, be a friend, and be an amazing entertainer. There was no one holding her back but herself. It was time to step out of the shadow she’d held over herself for so long and show the world who Harmony Stewart really was.
“Sounds great.” She grinned. “I know I seem shaky, but I’m really excited. Just nervous.”
“Anyone in your situation would be, Hannah. When news of this gets out, and when people hear there’s definitely going to be a record dropped, it’ll be massive.”
That was her fear. That it would be massive, or it would be crickets. Either way, she kind of wanted something in the middle. She was very well aware that she couldn’t predict or generally sway the outcome of any of it, but hearing the possibility did scare her slightly.
“Whatever it is, it is, Kurt. I just wanna get started and have something to show for it by the end of the year.”
“Oh, doll, we’
ll be done before that. You’ve got so much emotion and energy pent up, I say this thing will be ready for release in November. We might even hit the Grammy cut-off.”
Now that was going a little too far. “Let’s not get too excited.” She laughed.
“So here’s what we’ll do. Are there any songs you’ve written that you absolutely love and want them to be a part of this?” he asked, eyeing her binder.
There were a few, but she’d been ready to give them up, to make room for more well-known writers. “A couple,” she hedged.
“Okay, let’s look at those first, then we’ll move to the ones Shell forwarded over to me. If that’s not enough to make an album, then we’ll go looking. Sound like a plan?”
She smiled, breathing easily for the first time. This wouldn’t be bad at all. “It does. Let’s get started.”
Chapter Three
* * *
Hannah entered the downtown Nashville restaurant with a huge smile on her face. As the hostess stopped her, she gave the reservation name.
“I’m meeting the Thompson party.”
She was shown back to a private room, and her smile got bigger as she saw Garrett situating EJ in a kid’s chair, along with Shell and Jared.
“Mama!” he yelled, holding his arms out for her.
Her heart melted as she saw EJ’s face. There was nothing about the kid that didn’t make her smile. She leaned in, kissing him before giving Garret a kiss on the lips. Waving at Jared and Shell, she had a seat and took a drink of the water that had already been placed in front of her.
“How did your first day at the studio go?” Garrett asked as she got settled.
“Really good. I’m with Kurt.” She glanced over at Shell.
“I saw that when I looked at the info the record company sent over. That’s why I didn’t offer to go with you; I knew you wouldn’t need me,” Shell took a sip from her wine glass. “He’s one of the least invasive producers around. You let me know if you need me, but I’ll let you handle it for as long as you want to.”