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Blurb
What
happens when the Gentleman of Rock decides to play dirty?
A
drummer for the hottest rock band on the planet, David has a single,
powerful weakness: Thea, the band’s publicist and the woman who
steals his breath away with her every move.
Only problem is,
Thea doesn’t date clients—or musicians. Emotionally scarred by a
cheating ex, she’s not about to risk her heart with a man who has
groupies buzzing around him like flies. Even if his sexy smile ties
her up in knots.
What she doesn’t know is that David is a
one-woman man...and he’s madly in love with her. David’s
determined to prove he’s worth the risk, and willing to court her,
step by exquisite step. Thea’s about to discover just how long and
hard this handsome drummer can play.
Excerpt:
Rock Courtship (Book 1.5) A Rock Kiss Novel
“Beer—whatever
you have on tap,” David said to the grizzled bartender and grabbed
a stool, his eye on the rugby game in progress on the TV screen
bolted above the bar.
He’d
hardly taken a sip of his beer, the dark liquid bitingly cold, when
he felt a presence at his back. Instincts honed by a childhood in one
of the toughest areas of New York had him focusing on the mirror
behind the bar to check out the situation before he turned. A big,
bald, and heavily muscled male with a spiderweb tattoo on his neck
was standing behind and just to the side of David, a smirk on his
pockmarked face.
Belly
heating, David turned with a slight smile. “Problem?”
The
bald man bared his teeth and, laughing, looked to a table to his
right. “Hear that, boys?” he called out to his friends. “The
pussy rock star here wants to know if there’s a problem.”
Laughter
and shouts from that particular table, while the rest of the men in
the bar went quiet. David didn’t move, taking a measure of the
players without letting it show. “Always know your opponent” had
been one of the first things his father had taught him—Vicente
Rivera didn’t believe in turning the other cheek; he believed in
teaching his sons how to put bullies on the ground and keep them
there.
“Yeah,
there’s a problem,” the bald guy said, shoving at David’s
shoulder. “This is a real bar for real men. Not pussies.”
Like
that, then. Good.
He was in the mood to do some violence. Lifting his beer, David took
a long drink, then slammed it down… and punched Bald Head in the
jaw at the same time that he kicked out with his foot to connect with
the other man’s knee. The jackass went down like a ton of bricks.
Roaring
in rage, the man’s friends came at David.
He
grinned and started to show them what this “pussy rock star”
could do.
It
wasn’t until they’d broken a table and several chairs, and the
bartender had called the cops that David realized Thea would have to
deal with the fallout from this. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he thought as he
was shoved into a cell alone, his erstwhile opponents in the cell
opposite. Sliding down the graffiti-marked wall to the floor, he
thought about the phone call the desk sergeant had said he could make
and decided against it.
Fox
had Molly with him—the band’s lead singer had been waiting for
his girl to arrive since the instant Schoolboy Choir set foot in the
city. As for Noah and Abe, they both had their own plans. He knew any
one of the three men would drop those plans in an instant to come to
his aid, but since the cops had made it clear he’d be spending the
night in a cell no matter what, why mess up their plans?
“You
do or say anything that’ll hit the media, you call me. Day or
night. I hate surprises—so don’t you dare surprise me.”
Thea
had given that order to all four of them when she’d agreed to act
as their publicist. Her up-front nature and dedication to her job was
part of the reason they’d hired her; Thea was the best and she
didn’t take any shit from her clients. He wasn’t doing himself
any favors by not calling her.
Right
then, David couldn’t find it in himself to care. It wasn’t as if
she could hurt him any more than she already had. And Jesus, how long
was he going to carry this torch that was burning him alive? “Fuck,
fuck, fuck,” he said aloud, banging the back of his head against
the wall.
Additional
Excerpt can be found on Nalini’s website HERE
Rock
Addiction (Book 1) A Rock Kiss Novel
Blurb
A
bad boy wrapped in a sexy, muscled, grown-up package might be worth a
little risk…
Molly
Webster has always followed the rules. After an ugly scandal tore
apart her childhood and made her the focus of the media’s harsh
spotlight, she vowed to live an ordinary life. No fame. No
impropriety. No pain. Then she meets Zachary Fox, a tattooed bad boy
rocker with a voice like whiskey and sin, and a touch that could
become an addiction.
A
one-night stand with the hottest rock star on the planet, that’s
all it was meant to be…
Fox
promises scorching heat and dangerous pleasure, coaxing Molly to
extend their one-night stand into a one-month fling. After that,
he’ll be gone forever, his life never again intersecting with her
own. Sex and sin and sensual indulgence, all with an expiration date.
No ties, no regrets. Too late, Molly realizes it isn’t only her
body that’s become addicted to Fox, but her heart…
Meet
the Author
NEW
YORK TIMES AND USA Today bestselling author of the Psy-Changeling and
Guild Hunter series Nalini
Singh usually writes about hot shapeshifters and dangerous angels.
This time around, she decided to write about hot and wickedly
tempting rock stars. If you’re seeing a theme here, you’re not
wrong.
Nalini
lives and works in beautiful New Zealand, and is passionate about
writing. If you’d like to explore her other books, you can find
lots of excerpts on her website.
Slave
to Sensation
is the first book in the Psy-Changeling series, whileAngels’
Blood
is the first book in the Guild Hunter series. Also, don't forget to
swing by the site to check out the special behind-the-scenes
page for the Rock Kiss
series,
complete with photos of many of the locations used in the books.
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