This is not your typical rock star romance. For one, the “rock star” is a rapper. And not just any rapper. Trace is the hottest ticket in the music industry right now, regardless of which definition of ‘hot’ you choose.
Taryn Starr is not the girl-next-door who unknowingly meets a celebrity. Known as “America’s Sweetheart,” the reigning country music princess and world-renowned superstar knows exactly who Trace is…or does she?
Their worlds collide when the musicians whose paths were never destined to cross are forced by their joint record label to collaborate on a song. The sparks fly and ignite a fire that blazes hotter with every minute they spend together—for better or worse. One thing’s for certain, the two media magnets can’t deny their explosive chemistry, but will life in the spotlight ultimately bring Trace and Taryn together or force them apart?
***This contemporary romance new adult novel is for mature audiences. The language alone would make a sailor blush (the guy’s a rapper, remember?) so 18+ only, please.
Taryn Starr is not the girl-next-door who unknowingly meets a celebrity. Known as “America’s Sweetheart,” the reigning country music princess and world-renowned superstar knows exactly who Trace is…or does she?
Their worlds collide when the musicians whose paths were never destined to cross are forced by their joint record label to collaborate on a song. The sparks fly and ignite a fire that blazes hotter with every minute they spend together—for better or worse. One thing’s for certain, the two media magnets can’t deny their explosive chemistry, but will life in the spotlight ultimately bring Trace and Taryn together or force them apart?
***This contemporary romance new adult novel is for mature audiences. The language alone would make a sailor blush (the guy’s a rapper, remember?) so 18+ only, please.
Excerpt
Speaking of which, we’d
better get the fuck out of this car and into her house before one of those tour
buses stop by and the lucky bastards end up with photos worth way more than the
chump change they paid for the tour.
I reluctantly pull away from
her, loving the sound of the whimper I hear before I throw the door open and
slam it shut. I run around the car to help her out and lead her toward one of
the few places where we will be safe from prying eyes. We both move quickly,
ducking our heads in a now natural response, even when there aren’t any cameras
around.
Taryn already has her
keys in hand and opens the heavy wooden door. Thank the fuck she has an alarm
system at least, which she turns off while I close the door behind us. As soon
as the door clicks closed, I turn toward her and I have no doubt that the look
in my eyes as they meet hers would be described as predatory. But instead of
looking like frightened prey, I only see pure lust emanating from those staggeringly
beautiful eyes. I’ve always thought Taryn’s eyes changed color depending on her
mood and now I’m sure of it. Right now, they look like they’re on fire, with
gold flecks bursting through the wild and intense green, a forest on the verge
of erupting in uncontrollable flames.
I stalk closer and she backs up against the
foyer wall, where I cage her in, my hands beside each of her shoulders. I lean
in, bypassing her lips and moving mine toward her ear. Although her eyes are
telling me one thing, I need to hear what her mouth says.
“Do you want me?” I whisper. She leans her
head back against the wall, further exposing her neck, and I take the
opportunity to trail kisses from her ear down to her collarbone. I kiss across the
delicate area, which judging by the sounds she’s making, is also an erogenous
zone for her. Then I proceed to kiss my
way back up her neck before whispering in her other ear, “Although I like that
answer, I need to hear you say it, sweetheart. Do. You. Want. Me?” I ask,
nibbling on her earlobe with each word spoken.
“Yes, dammit, I want you,” she says forcefully and
reaches down to pull my shirt apart, ripping the buttons, before tearing it off
me. That’s all the answer I need.
Michelle Lynn
Michelle moved around the Midwest most of her life, transferring from
school to school before settling down in the outskirts of Chicago ten years
ago, where she now resides with her husband and two kids. She developed a love
of reading at a young age, which helped lay the foundation for her passion to
write. With the encouragement of her family, she finally sat down and wrote one
of the many stories that have been floating around in her head. When she isn’t
reading or writing, she can be found playing with her kids, talking to her mom
on the phone, or hanging out with her family and friends. But after chasing
around twin preschoolers all day, she always cherishes her relaxation time
after putting the kids to bed.
Nevaeh Lee
Nevaeh’s first exposure to writing began in a middle school creative
writing class. She was reprimanded for composing a politically incorrect story
and forced to re-write about a “safer” topic. Being the writing rebel that she
is, Nevaeh always likes to push the envelope a bit and never re-writes, unless her editor insists on it.
When she’s not writing, Nevaeh is a freelance book editor ;). And though she spends a good chunk of her time
reading, writing, and editing, she can also be found hanging out with her
family and taking road trips, exploring the area around wherever she happens to
be living at the time. Even though “home” will always be Texas, she has lived
in several different states and countries, but currently resides in the DC
metro area.
Thanks so much for helping to promote our "collaboration" :) Nevaeh
ReplyDeleteThank you for participating in the tour!! <3
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