Dual Wielding (Three Player Tag-Team #2) Read Online Allyson Lindt

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Three Player Tag-Team Series by Allyson Lindt

Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)

I’ve loved Danny for as long as I can remember. As a friend. As a band mate. As more. We had a good run as a couple, but I walked away for fame. Talk about a big-time screw-up. No wonder I’m almost forty, still single, and singing in dive bars for beer tickets.

When Reese and I split, I was adrift without an anchor. I climbed into the bottom of a bottle and made myself at home. Brandon pulled me out and showed me life on the other side, enough that Reese and I could make a fresh start as a band, but not as more. Never again.

There’s no missing the chemistry between Reese and Danny on stage. They could power a room with the sparks. But Danny’s mine. When an after show kiss ignites a new chemistry, I know I can’t keep them apart forever.

Is there a way the three of us could have it all, or will one of us lose everything?




Who spent the day after Thanksgiving at a casino just barely on the Nevada side of the border it shared with Utah, playing video poker?

Far more people than I imagined.

If they were in the casino auditorium with me, they may be smiling more too. Especially once tonight’s show hit the stage.

When Danny and Reese heard they’d been booked in Wendover, they were thrilled. Some big-name bands played in the concert hall here, and their band, Plaid Peanut Butter, would scream for an audience of a thousand.

I thought they should be playing to stadiums with fifty times that many, but what I thought should happen and what their band manager made happen were two very different things. Which was why I was sitting in a room that could maybe hold 200, wasn’t anywhere near at capacity, and a lot of the people who were here had stumbled in looking for a place to sit for a minute.

The lights dimmed and my anticipation grew. It didn’t matter where Plaid Peanut Butter played, I always loved their shows. I was the ultimate fanboy-slash-roadie. Hell, I was fucking a member of the band.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Wendover.” Reese’s voice came over the sound system. “Are you ready to rock with Plaid Peanut Butter?”

I whooped and whistled and clapped, and most of the other people in the room joined in, as the opening riffs to Welcome to the Jungle filled the room, and Danny walked on stage as he played. So sexy. He was a few inches taller than my 5’11”, and on stage that height let him tower over everyone. His short, dirty blond hair was carelessly mussed, and combined with the guitar and faded T-shirt, gave him that perfect bad-boy rocker look.

He wasn’t much of a bad-boy, but I loved the look anyway.

The screaming that bled into the chords was Reese. So were the drums, but those were part of a pre-recorded track. She strode into the spotlight to join Danny, and as he slid into the song, she belted out the lyrics in a voice Axel Rose only wished he had. The outfit she wore on stage was made to draw attention. A long lavender wig, purple glasses and boots, and a leather jacket that hugged her body and showed off generous cleavage.

They always opened with a cover, to draw people into the familiar before mixing their own original music. Reese could cover anyone from Halestorm to Evanescence to Guns n Roses in the same set, but the songs she wrote with Danny blew everything else out of the water—Reese with the music and Danny with lyrics that lit the soul on fire.

In fact, I’d met him years ago when he was singing at an open mic night. The words were beauty personified, mostly spoken to a few strummed chords on an acoustic guitar. I’d been smitten from the moment I heard him, and had to introduce myself.

Was I one hundred percent biased when it came to Danny’s genius? Yes. But I was also right.

The house lights came on full force, and I winced at the abrupt brightness, amid a series of groans. To their credit, Reese and Danny kept playing, but the sound had been cut too. Still, their voices carried through the room. Even without mics, in a brightly lit room, they emitted sparks.

The side doors to the room slammed open, and three police officers strode in with a man in the casino’s branded vest. “We need everyone to stay seated for a moment, please,” one of the officers said.

Two more officers stepped in through each of the other doors, blocking the exits.

That couldn’t be good.

The small group looked around the room, and I couldn’t help but do the same. At least five people were slouched and looking painfully conspicuous in their attempts to vanish into their seats.