Rage
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Tammy Coons
Michelle Pace
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First Edition: December 2013
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Coons, Tammy
Pace, Michelle
Rage (The Sound Wave Series, Book Two) / 1st ed
ISBN-13: 978-1494280956
ISBN-10: 1494280957
1. Rage (The Sound Wave Series)—Fiction.
2. Fiction—Romance 3. Fiction—New Adult
Both authors would like to dedicate Rage to The Furies—
you demanded we tell the rest of the story.
Careful what you wish for…
And from Michelle—
And to my husband, Les.
It’s still written in the stars.
Phillip flicked a toothpick from one side of his mouth to the
other. His tongue felt like it was made of cotton, and he downed some water in an attempt to feel somewhat normal. He fidgeted
by the car as he watched people shuffling in and out of the en-
trance of St. Mary’s Hospital. Giving up cigarettes was a bitch, but completely worth the effort. The smoke set off his girlfriend Steph’s debilitating migraines, a fact she’d discovered when her chain-smoking roommate Cheyenne moved out. Quitting hadn’t
been quite as painful as he’d feared, but at the moment, his nervous oral fixation demanded appeasement. His meticulous plans
were falling into place, and adrenaline coursed through his veins with such momentum that he was sure he was going to have
some sort of cardiac event. At least he was in the right location for it.
That’ll be my luck. I’ll pull out the ring and say “will you
marry me, Stephanie?” Then I keel over dead on top of her and
crush her with my corpse.
He ran a hand through his long, perfectly mussed blonde
hair, reminding himself he needed to shave his head. His band
mate, Nathan, had flipped him shit about losing an online “Hot-
test Hair” poll to a sparkly vampire. Nathan Clayton, he could
smack in the gob—it certainly wouldn’t affect his ability to play the keyboards. But Steph had chimed in, and he was powerless
against Stephanie’s taunts. She could cut him to the quick with a 1
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disapproving glance. He smirked as he imagined her reaction if
he surprised her with a high and tight buzz cut, but the image
brought him back to his present situation, and his smirked melted into a worried frown. Rubbing a hand wearily across his stubble, he tried to shake away all self-doubt. He’d played Madison
Square Fucking Gardens, for the love of Christ. He jumped up
and down, shook out his shoulders, paced, and ran through his
mantras—all tricks for getting “in the zone” before a show. This was way bigger than Madison Square Gardens. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d been so tense, and the slow build of
anticipation had reached a fever pitch. If he had to rearrange his proposal because Steph unknowingly screwed up his timeline,
he’d collapse from exhaustion.
He nervously jingled his key ring, his hand clasping onto
the one to his new home. Nine months ago, before the band
kicked off their American tour, they’d been sequestered during a drug smuggling scandal involving their former manager. With
nothing to do but think about Stephanie, whose father’s maga-
zine broke the story (and whose appearance in his life rocked
him to his core), he’d hunted down the owner and purchased
their
cottage. The one they’d sought refuge in when they were stranded by a flat tire. That amazing night was a turning point in their chaotic relationship. He’d known that even if she’d never
spoken to him again, he wanted the abandoned home that had
been their erotic sanctuary in the storm.
He‘d spared no expense, having it lovingly restored. The
carpenters and landscapers had finally finished a couple of
months ago, but he’d kept the purchase to himself, only confid-
ing in the guys in the band. The bassist, Scot, was an obnoxious newlywed and couldn’t keep his mouth shut like the other members of Fury. Scot gabbed to his wife, Cheyenne. Thankfully,
Cheyenne
could
keep her mouth shut, since she was Stephanie’s best friend. Cheyenne assured him that Steph had gushed about
the cottage to her many times and that she was sure Steph would
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be thrilled to find out he had bought it.
He hadn’t told the band that he was going to propose. He
planned to do it at his Grandparent’s estate, with all of his family as witnesses. When he finally let his grandparents in on his plan, Nana had practically hurled her ring at him. She’d lectured him
at length about how he’d led a charmed life and how marriage
was often hard and how he would have to often swallow his
pride. His grandparents loved Stephanie—quite possibly more
than they loved him. Sometimes he suspected that his grand-
mother may have actually sabotaged his tire the night they had
been stranded near the cottage, since it happened right after
they’d left his grandparent’s estate.
Phillip had flown Steph’s brother Cedric in from Rome for
the proposal and what he hoped would be an impromptu en-
gagement party after. Cedric had tried
at nauseating length
to talk him out of it. He implored Phillip to, at the very least, “do it in private.” But Phillip had spent his life showing off, and making Steph his wife would be no exception. The knowledge of her
mere existence in the world had forever changed him. He was
immune to the throngs of groupies and models that were a con-
stant presence in his life. At first, this development disturbed him, and he fought it with a vengeance. Now his immunity gave
him a warm, contented feeling that would have gotten his ass
kicked by the band if he ever expressed it musically.
When Phillip made it clear he wouldn’t change his mind,
Cedric reluctantly agreed to meet and work out some details be-
fore Steph’s arrival. But when Cheyenne went into labor two
days before her due date, they were forced to come up with a
cover story because Stephanie dropped everything and hopped
the first flight to London. It worked out better anyhow; Steph
spent extra time with Cedric, and Cedric got to see Cheyenne
and Scot’s baby before moving onto Ireland for the surprise en-
gagement party. As far as Steph knew, Cedric was in London
under the guise of “blessing” Scot and Cheyenne’s newborn ba-
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by. Phillip had little choice but to let Cheyenne and Scot in on his master plan at that point. After their hysterical laughter in response to the cover story died down, they were more than willing to play along. To Phillip’s horror, Cheyenne had offered similar advice to Cedric’s regarding Stephanie and popping the
question. Cheyenne felt he should “really discuss marriage and
family” with Steph before proposing “in a more intimate set-
ting.” Phillip scoffed. After months of stolen weekends and end-
less emails, Skype dates and phone calls,he had no doubt that she loved him. Though neither of them had ever said the words, he
felt passionately that he knew what her answer would be.
For a priest, Cedric was a remarkably polished liar. He’d
given a flawless performance at the hospital, and the raw emo-
tion on Cheyenne and Scot’s faces when he blessed their son had
been an unexpected bonus. Steph, who was the most cynical
woman he’d ever encountered, shed tears of joy at the sight of