Jetstream: A Steamy Instalove Rockstar Romance

Jett, the tattooed lead singer of the wild heavy metal band Valkyrie StormFlyght, is accustomed to adoring crowds, fame, and a sea of willing women. But one fateful night, he teeters on the edge of death during a live performance—until police officer Savannah James comes to his rescue. She becomes the unexpected missing piece he never knew he needed. However, she has a rather special favor to ask.

"I want you to take my virginity."

Savannah, who has endured countless encounters with the friend zone, carries the weight of her untouched innocence like an anchor. Jett, with his devil-may-care allure and a limited time in town, seems like the perfect solution to give her the naughtiness she craves without risking her heart.

The question becomes - will one night be enough?

Savi had reached her patrol car when she sensed someone nearby. A guy had been walking on the opposite side of the street and crossed to speak to her.


The guy didn’t have any visible weapons and kept his hands open at his sides. He had light brown hair, almost amber-colored hazel eyes, and a solid build. Based on his white T-shirt and black leather pants, he presumably was a Valkyrie StormFlyght fan.


“Are you lost, sir?”


“You’re Officer…” 
She supplied her name, tapping the badge over her chest. “Officer James.”


“Your first name is James?”


“Officer Savannah James. I can give you directions to help find your car.” He was heading in the wrong direction from the parking garages.


“I’m not lost. Found what I was looking for.” He stopped a few feet from her on the sidewalk.


“The band? Before you ask, I don’t know where they’re staying,” she lied. Two waiting patrol cars were flanking Valkyrie StormFlyght's tour bus to prevent accidents en route to the downtown Hilton.


“Not exactly. You look a bit less like an angel than I remember,” he said.


“Angel, right? Are you okay?” Either he was high or suffering from heat stroke.


“I’m fine now. You don’t recognize me, do you?” the man asked, keeping his hands where she could see them.

This was getting stranger and stranger. His pants didn’t have much space for weapons, unless the visible muscle of his abs through his thin white T-shirt counted.

Heavy metal fashion wasn’t her style, though now that she re-evaluated him, the T-shirt was one of those expensive, deliberately over-washed versions.
“No. Never seen you before.”


“I’m Jett.”


“Right.” She wished her partner would get his ass in gear. This delusional dude claiming to be Jett must have had a death wish if he thought pursuing a cop was a good idea.


“I’m serious. I’m Jett Arce from Valkyrie StormFlyght. The band.”


“Of course. You got on the bus, took off your makeup, then got on the bus, and escaped your adoring fans.”


“I never got on the bus. Everyone saw my lawyer made up. People don’t question what they believe they see with their own eyes.”

“Then why are you wandering the streets? You need a martini shaken not stirred for your secret identity?”


“Came to see you.”


“Me?”

“Yes, I saw you from my ICU window. It was you, the angel who saved my life.

”
This wasn’t happening. Guys didn’t notice her on a regular day, let alone cray-cray guys pretending to be rockstars.

“No, it wasn’t me.”


“It was. I remember your eyes, and your hair. It wasn’t in a ponytail like it is today. It was less restrained, piled on your head in a bun. Your freckles are like flecks of fire.”


Those hazel eyes stared at her, his voice almost hypnotic.


Savi found herself unable to move. It was possible this guy actually was Jett Arce. He had the charisma for it.


“You told me I was going to be okay. They told me you didn’t leave my side,” he continued.
“I was doing my job.”


“I wanted to thank you personally.” He extended a hand toward her.


She didn’t move. “You’re welcome, but I’m working. Feel free to donate to the Cleveland PD.”


“I’ll think about it, actually…” He suddenly pulled her close to him, his hands cupping her chin.


Her danger senses should have been screaming, except her hormones were much louder. “I’m armed. Let me go before I tase you.”


He called out her empty threat, sounding amused. “You gonna tase me right after I got out of the hospital?”


“I should.” What the hell was happening here?


Jett laughed, a surprisingly light sound. He spun them around, encircling her with his arm, bracketing her to the rear drivers’ side door of her own car.


“You won’t.”


And he leaned forward to kiss her…