Under His Influence (Love Under Lockdown Book 27) by Jamie Knight (english novels to improve english TXT) 📗

Under His Influence

Quarantined with My Rockstar Boss

Love Under Lockdown, Book 27

A series of standalone quarantine romance books.

Copyright © 2021 Jamie Knight Romance.

All rights reserved.

Jamie Knight –

Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author

Here are the books so far in the Love Under Lockdown series:

1): Under Lock & Key

2): Under Lockdown

3): Under Strict Orders

4): Stuck Together

5): Under His Roof

6): Under the Hawaiian Sun

7): Under Wraps

8): Under His Care

9): Under the Sheets

10): Dating During Lockdown

11): Under His Protection

12): Locked Down with Mr. Right

13): Under His Watchful Eye

14): Below Deck

15): Under the Rancher’s Firm Hand

16): Under His Suit

17): Who Wants to Lock Down a Billionaire?

18): Under His Discipline

19): Under the Want Ads

20): Cramped Quarters

21): Lock Step

22): Under His Ownership

23): Under the Mistletoe

24): Under the Countdown

25): Under Cupid’s Contract

26): Under His Charm

27): Under His Influence

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Table of Contents

Chapter One - Jonna

Chapter Two - Seth

Chapter Three - Jonna

Chapter Four - Seth

Chapter Five - Jonna

Chapter Six - Seth

Chapter Seven - Jonna

Chapter Eight - Seth

Chapter Nine - Jonna

Chapter Ten - Seth

Chapter Eleven - Jonna

Chapter Twelve - Seth

Epilogue - Jonna

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Chapter One - Jonna

I woke up and pinched myself, still thinking I had to be dreaming.

But no. The TV was still on from the night before, when I had fallen asleep watching some comedy re-run.

I was awake and this was real.

I couldn’t believe I had gotten the internship at the record label. And that I was going to be working for the one and only Seth Black.

Since this was reality and not a dream, I had to focus on my plan.

Yes, the news was saying that there was a new pandemic— a virus called Covid-19 that was getting worse and that might cause strict restrictions or lockdowns— but I turned the TV off, not wanting to hear any doom and gloom today.

Today, I was concentrating on the things right in front of me.

Leave early.

That was the plan, jotted out in black ink on bright yellow Post-it notes plastered all over my apartment. Just in case I was at risk of forgetting, which, considering my excitement, was unlikely. But still, it was my first day at my new internship and there was no way in hell I was going to be late.

I’d been so surprised to get the call letting me know I had been selected. I had no doubt about my credentials, certain I could do as well as anyone else.

It was just that everyone and their mother who had any interest in music wanted this internship, and they had to have had some amazing credentials, too. There were over fourteen hundred applicants. That number was made all the more impressive by the fact that the position was an unpaid internship.

Such was the influence that Seth Black and Suspicious Activity Records possessed. It was almost like a superpower. Particularly in the Pacific Northwest, where they had surpassed even Sub Pop as the biggest small label going. Until that ‘small label’ grew to the point that ‘huge’ was the only accurate way to describe it.

But somehow, I had been the one selected. And now was my chance to catapult from intern to paid employee, which was my goal.

My heart soared with pure hope. My sister Stephanie had been out of town on business when I got the job, but she had told me that this was my one chance, and I knew she was right. I checked my phone and saw that she had sent me a “thumbs up” emoji in response to the “fingers crossed” emoji I had sent her last night before drifting off.

You’ve got this, she texted me along with the emoji. Don’t worry.

I did my best to listen to my wise sister’s advice.

I got dressed as I’d planned the night before in an outfit that I hoped would scream “appreciative fan and grateful intern” rather than “desperate to impress.”

It had the name of Seth Black’s band on it: Autumn Corrosion.

He had risen to stardom as a musician before starting the record label for which I was about to intern.

And I loved listening to his music. Autumn Corrosion was still my favorite band. So, I thought the t-shirt was a good idea to wear, a nod in homage to him.

I had my bag ready and waiting by the door and my keys above it. A package of Pop-Tarts was standing ready beside the toaster.

I had even made sure to check the oil and gas level in my car, while also ensuring the gas can was full. Everything was ready. There was absolutely nothing that could go wrong.

After jumping up and down in a few jumping jacks to get my adrenaline flowing, I tied back my already-washed hair with an elastic band that had already been on my wrist. Plunking my breakfast into the toaster, I did the short round trip from the door for my bag and keys, back to the kitchen.

Just moments after I entered the room, the toaster popped cheerfully, and I carefully plucked the hot pastry from its coils. Breakfast in hand, I was in the dew-chilled car before the sun was fully visible.

All the other drivers on the road must have been fucking insomniacs. Or real go-getters who loved their jobs more than they loved sleep. That was the only way my mind could fathom getting stuck in a traffic jam at that early hour.

It was a time of the morning when most sane people were still in bed. Or so I’d been led to believe. I didn’t mind not being sane if it meant I got to work on time. Turned out I had company on the crazy train.

Despite