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  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  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

  Epilogue

  K E Osborn

  Snare: The Recoil Rock Series #3

  By K E Osborn

  Copyright 2017 K E Osborn

  This book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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  ISBN: 978 0994609267

  Book design by Swish Design & Editing

  Editing by Swish Design & Editing

  Proofreading by Fiona Dreaming – Proofreading

  Cover design by Kellie Dennis at Book Cover by Design

  Cover Model: Ryan Van Dyke

  Photographer: Eric Battershell

  Cover Image Copyright 2017

  Fear—it’s swallowing me whole.

  The worry is always there of people finding out my secret.

  But she knew. The second we were alone…. she figured me out.

  My life has been one catastrophe after another, people judging without knowing me.

  I’m rude, obnoxious, stubborn, but that’s all to hide the pain of my demons.

  The pain of my childhood.

  No one knows why I’m the way I am. Except for my twin, but even he doesn’t know the extent of my despair.

  No one knew until Zaria Shafir came into our lives. Oscar-winning A-lister and actress extraordinaire.

  She saw right through me—through the bravado, through the act—she saw me.

  The thing is… she’s just as good at acting as I am. The diva attitude she throws around demanding everything like she owns the world.

  I see through her, too.

  We both have demons in our past.

  Will they keep us from having a future?

  To baby Nate.

  You’re not here with us yet, but already you’ve made such an impact.

  You’re such a precious gift and I’m so excited to meet you.

  I hope you’re a little rocker, but not such a bad ass as Nate in Snare.

  But maybe, just as loving.

  For Nate L.

  As always my first thank you goes to my editor, my friend, my confidant, my rock, my source of endless plotting parties, my mother and my friend — Kaylene Osborn. Without your support and guidance, I wouldn’t be able to have the career I love and adore. So thank you for making my dreams come true and helping me not only achieve them but support me in them as well. All daughters deserve a mother like you!

  To my family – For your continuous love, friendship and humour. Without you guys, my life would be very dull and boring. So thank you for supporting me without question and for always being there.

  To Jane – Seriously… I don’t even know where to begin with you. I could write something sarcastic and witty, but let’s be honest you are literally the best friend in the world, so let’s put it right out there and be mushy with this one. My world would be so crap without you, and I love the shit out of you! Don’t change! You will always be the Sponge Bob to my Plankton!

  To Kristy – Your endless support of me is astounding and to be honest I only have a few readers that have turned into true friends, and you’re one of them. I am honoured to call you that and so glad you gave me the idea to write these boys. I’m loving telling their stories and I couldn’t have done it without the little push from you.

  To Alana – Along with Kristy you were a reader that I can now call a friend. Thank you so much for your support throughout this series, and I’m so glad that Kristy introduced us. Thank you for everything you do for me and I know one day, somehow, we will meet!

  To Carol – I can never thank you enough! Again another reader turned to friend and it has been so great getting to know you since the beginning of my journey. You’ve been with me from the very start, and I honestly have no words that can express my gratitude. I’m just so humbled by you and I love our friendship. Thank you for being in my life!

  To Kim – I’m hoping that this book holds a special place for you… you’ll know why ;) I’m so glad we were able to work together with the ideas for this series. You’ve always been there whenever I needed an urgent ‘help I need ideas’ call to action, and every time you came up with something that helped my plots along perfectly. You’re amazing!

  To Ryan Van Dyke – Thank you so much for being my Nate. You stepped up for this photo shoot at the zero hour and I honestly can’t image anyone else as him now. You actually are perfect for him. Thank you so much for being at the right place at the right time! You’re a super star and I’m forever grateful to you for being the perfect drummer. You and Eric worked together amazingly to pull off a great cover image. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

  To Eric – This photo shoot was a little chaotic due to no fault of ours, but with some help from Ryan we pulled this off! Thank you so much for managing to not only get my twins out in this shoot, but helping me find a replacement when trouble struck. And not only finding a replacement, but finding Ryan, who not only was a match, but even better as it turns out. Ryan was so great to work with and I loved our video chat, even if I did have a migraine patch on my head and looked like a complete fool while talking to you guys!

  To all of my awesome BETA readers – Thank you for once again putting in your thoughts into this book. I appreciate all of your energy and ideas, and together we make a great team. Without you beautiful ladies, this book wouldn’t be at its best potential. So thank you, every single one of you.

  To my beautiful, playful and utterly adorable pup, Bella – I’ve thanked her in all of my books. Some might think it silly, but she really is the light of my life. I love that dog with all that I have, so Bella keep on being adorable. I love you pup star!

  Last of all, I want to thank YOU, the reader. Your continued support with my writing career is both humbling and heart-warming. I love the readers so much, and honestly couldn’t keep going without the love and support you all show me each day. Thank you for believing in me, and I hope I can keep you entertained for many, many, years to come.

  Thank you,

  Much love,

  K E Osborn

  xoxo

  As Lunar is an Australian, she pronounces the word mom as mum and hence it has been spelled that way throughout the manuscript when in Lunar’s dialogue.

  Bonza – excellent, first-rate.

  Oz – Australian.

  Bogan – derogatory term for an uncouth or unsophisticated person.

  Kanoodle – to snuggle, make out, hook up.

  Blurb

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  A Note to the Reader

  Table of C
ontents

  Prologue

  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

  Epilogue

  More Books to Check Out

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  About the Author – KE Osborn

  While sitting back in my chair I grow more and more annoyed that everyone is over half an hour late. They could have at least messaged or something. It’s weird for them all to be delayed.

  As I play with my cell voices carry down the hall, and I blow out a puff of frustrated air knowing everyone is finally making their way to the boardroom for our scheduled meeting.

  “It’s about time,” I murmur to myself under my breath.

  Danger and Lunar walk through the door with giant grins on their faces. They’re always smiling, but these smiles are unusually cheerful. I furrow my brows as I sit up taller while the chatter continues behind them.

  “We’re so happy you made it out on an earlier flight,” Tillie’s voice echoes in from the hall.

  She walks in with Ryan and Oliver all looking back like someone is walking with them. I shake my head slightly wondering who they’re talking about.

  “Oh… so am I. Taking a night flight would have done horrendous things to my complexion,” a husky, sensual female voice declares which immediately stirs something deep inside of me. The voice is like smooth honey and it awakens every molecule of my being.

  I’m instantly more awake as Matt walks through the door smiling widely, and in behind him flounces a slender, olive-skinned goddess. Her chestnut, long, wavy hair flows lustrously down over her shoulders framing her oval face perfectly. Her supple lips call out to me as she stands in the doorway with her hip angled to the right. My eyes widen as I imagine a vibrant white aura glowing around her like the angel she portrays. She is pure magnificence and my cock hardens instantly under the table just from staring at her tiny frame.

  I know her instantly.

  I’ve seen all her movies.

  It’s Zaria Shafir.

  The actress who has a starring role in our music video.

  “Oh shit… Nate, how long have you been waiting?” Oliver asks breaking my gaze reluctantly away from Zaria.

  She walks in completely ignoring me and smiling at Matt as he ushers her to a seat at the table.

  With a small exhale, I swallow hard trying to gain some composure. “Like half an hour I’ve been waiting. You know… since the time the meeting was supposed to start.”

  “Sorry. I got the call that Zaria was flying in early so I called Danger and told him to meet me at the airport, he told Ryan who was with Matt at the time and I guess we just kinda forgot to let you know. Sorry again, Nate,” Oliver says while Lunar winces and frowns.

  I huff and shake my head slightly.

  See what I mean?

  “Yeah, well, we’re all here now so—”

  “What, no bitchy comment?” Danger quips with a chuckle.

  Feeling somewhat completely deflated now I can’t help but think, I’m so over this shit.

  “I really can’t be bothered,” I say almost in a whisper and sit back in my chair glancing over at Zaria who’s smiling playfully at Matt.

  Figures.

  “Zaria is here to discuss how things are going to work with the production of the music video. Obviously, in the clip she’s going to be Danger’s love interest… considering he’s the lead singer. I know this is going to be weird, Lunar, but I assure you they will be acting,” Oliver says.

  Lunar nods with a smile as Zaria plays with her cell like she isn’t even paying attention.

  “Will I be able to be there during filming?” Lunar asks.

  “I guess that’s up to Danger and Zaria,” Oliver replies.

  “I’m fine with it if you are, Zaria?” Danger queries.

  Zaria looks up from her cell and opens her eyes wide. “Oh… sorry… what? Um… can I get a drink, please? I’m parched… thanks.” She looks back down to her cell without blinking an eye.

  I’m liking that Zaria might be a bit of a handful for these guys, so I sit back in my chair and fold my arms over my chest. They thought I was a bitch? Maybe Zaria will up the ante in the bitch stakes.

  Danger glances at Lunar and clears his throat. “Um… I was saying, Zaria… would it be okay if Lunar was there while we filmed the music video?”

  She waves her hand through the air and nods like she couldn’t give two flying fucks about anything except herself. “Yes, sure sure. About that drink can it be sparkling water with a squeeze of lemon, please? Three cubes of ice, thanks.” She smiles so brightly I’m sure the sun just shone brightly from her mouth.

  Tillie’s eyes just stare and I smirk as she stands up from the table and walks out of the room. I’m assuming to get Zaria her very specific drink.

  Zaria looks up, her eyes scan the room like she’s bored. She casually looks at me and continues scanning, then suddenly her eyes flick back to me. She brings her pointer finger to her chin and giggles. “Twins hey? You two look practically identical. How can I tell you apart?”

  “I have a bigger cock,” Matt replies.

  I roll my eyes as she scoffs out a laugh.

  “Hmm… no really, how do I tell you apart?”

  This is probably my only opportunity to talk to her, so I take it. “I have a sleeve of tattoos, Matt only has a few.”

  She raises an eyebrow and purses her lips. “So you’re the bad boy brother then?”

  My lips turn up on one side. “I’m the more artistic one.”

  She smiles and it’s genuine. “I like art. I’m not much for the smart-mouthed ones.” She glances over at Matt. “They think they’re better than everyone else, and they generally tend to have the smaller cock… in my experience.”

  A bubble of laughter bursts out from my mouth while Matt gawks and the others chuckle.

  It’s nice to have someone on my side for a change.

  Tillie comes back into the room with Zaria’s glass of sparkling water, with three ice cubes and a squeeze of lemon. I smirk as she places it down in front of her.

  “Here you go, Zaria, just like you asked.”

  Zaria tenses while looking at the glass and her face squeezes into a frown. “It doesn’t have a straw.”

  Tillie looks to me and raises an eyebrow. “Okay, um… would you like a straw, Zaria?”

  “I need a straw! If you took the time to read my list of requirements before I arrived, you would’ve seen that I always, always drink. From. A. Straw!” she says the last few words succinctly. “Urgh, get me a damn straw,” she demands.

  Tillie turns quickly and races out of the room as everyone looks at everyone else while Zaria pants harshly through her nose trying to calm herself down.

  “We’re sorry for the oversight, Zaria. It won’t happen again,” Oliver says.

  “See that it doesn’t. Now can we please order some food or something? Everyone… go get me a menu from various places, I like to have a selection…”

  Everyone just sits there looking at each other and the facial expressions they are pulling tell the story.

  “Go.” She waves her hands around and everyone stands up quickly. “Except you artist, you stay.” She points to me, and Matt frowns as everyone else walks out of the room.

  “Right, don’t just sit there… come here,” she says patting the seat Matt just vacated.

  I furrow my brows wondering what the fuck world I’ve just
stepped into.

  Tillie comes back in as I walk around and sit down next to Zaria. She places the straw into the glass and positions a menu neatly in front of Zaria.

  “Thank you, Matilda. Now… please find me another menu,” she says.

  Tillie looks to me and scrunches up her face, but turns and walks out of the room leaving me with the diva.

  She looks to me and slumps in her seat like she’s relaxing her persona. Zaria sighs and picks up the drink taking a small sip of the water, and smiles as her lips release the pink straw. Her eyes glance down at the pizza menu and she looks from it to me and nods.

  Instantly I tense up as a cold sweat invades my body.

  She puts the glass down on the table and hands me the menu. “What’s your pick? Read me the best thing, in your opinion, from the menu, artist.”

  My heart races and a sweat bead forms on my temple. I feel the color drain from my face as I look down at the piece of paper. It looks so innocent. So bright and colorful, but this shit is why I feel so worthless.

  “I ah… I don’t know this place. Maybe you should choose?” I hand the menu to her.

  She furrows her brow pushing it back to me. “No, I don’t know what’s good pizza, I never eat it. But I know you will ‘cause artists always eat pizza. So you pick.”

  Swallowing hard, I don’t want to look like a dick in front of her, so I open the menu and look down at the page. My head starts to spin as I look at the words, while the letters all start to swirl and jumble together.

  “Umm… ahhh… pizza… umm—” I swipe my forehead wiping away the sweat that’s gathered and take a deep breath.

  “Artist?”

  I glance up to see her looking at me with a kind soft stare. Her hand reaches out and she rests her fingers on my arm. Something passes through me, and I see her breathing hitch at the same time as mine.

  She half-smiles and takes a deep breath. “Oh my God… you… you can’t read. Can you?”

  I jolt back swallowing hard and begin to shake my head. “What? No! Of course I can.”