Two years ago, Mia had everything she thought she wanted. She loved her job,
and her best friend Nicole was finally recovering from losing her family in a
car accident. When they met rock star Zack Walters and given backstage pages
for his concert in their hometown of Minneapolis, Mia had no idea she would get
involved with the band’s drummer, Chase Harper. It was simple, fun, and exactly
what Mia liked best – no strings attached.
Then Chase decided to change the rules and Mia did what she’s always done
best: she ran.
Now she’s on her way to Los Angeles to help Nicole get ready for her wedding
to Zack. The one thing she’s not looking forward to is seeing Chase again. With
his sculpted muscles, strong hands and dark gray eyes that seem to know
everything she’s thinking – Chase has the ability to make her forget. He also
has the power to make her feel, something Mia refuses to let happen.
When everything around Mia’s life begins to crumble, and she keeps all of
her secrets tucked close and hidden away, Chase is the one who steps in to
help.
Because he has decided that he isn’t letting her go again. Not until she
finally admits she’s his.
Note: Book can be read as a standalone as these are spin-off
characters from Just One Song.
“You have a massage in one hour,” I remind her with a
raised eyebrow. Her eyes slowly open and the smoky color in her blue eyes
clears.
“Wha….”
I chuckle softly. It takes every ounce of self-control
not to take her. How can one kiss turn both of so completely inside out like
this?
“A massage. In one hour.” And then I smirk. “Unless you
want me to take care of it for you.” I run my hands slowly down her throat,
across her collar bone, and down her sides until I reach the edge of her short
t-shirt that I want removed. Immediately. I play with the hem with my fingers
and firmly grasp her thighs, squeezing the backs of them until my hands are
cupping her perfect ass.
She jumps when I pinch each ass cheek, pushing me away. I
throw my hands up innocently as she laughs just once. It’s the first smile I’ve
gotten out of her since we stepped out of the plane. It’s progress and I’ll
take it.
“You’re a tool.”
I place both hands on my hips, my feet shoulder-width
apart, and watch her eyes fall to my erection that’s pressed so hard against my
boxers I’m surprised it hasn’t popped out yet. When she’s looking, I wiggle my
hips once. “We both know you like my tool.”
Her cheeks flush bright pink and she turns away, but
she’s still smiling and laughing so I consider my work done for the morning.
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Stacey
Lynn left her workplace in a cube farm at an insurance company, as soon as
her first child was born and has never once looked back.
Years
– and four kids later – she rediscovered her love of reading in an effort to
find a brief escape from the mountains of laundry, dust balls, and dishes.
Reading turned into her daydreaming, and soon…an idea was born. Once the story
became loud enough that she couldn’t ignore it any longer, she put down her
Kindle (briefly!) and began her work on Just One Song.
Stacey
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