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1239New release! Sail to the Moon with Murder City Ravens!
- Lynne ConnollyMar 12, 2014
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Book five in the Nightstar series.
With a wild appearance as untamed as his personality, Zazz is the perfect front man for Murder City Ravens. When the tour takes him home to Manchester, England, he finds his father in trouble and a social worker desperately trying to help.
Laura is nothing like the proper, older social worker Zazz assumed he’d been communicating with via email for months. She’s young and sexy. One look at her and he’s lost. One night in her arms and he knows this is more than a road romance. But Laura has a life she loves and won’t give it up for a rock star.
Zazz’s father needs Laura’s care, so how could Zazz even consider taking her away?
Excerpt *edited for language:
The hotel was across town, but traffic was fairly light and they didn’t have to take the back roads to get there. They didn’t stop at the front of the hotel, with its magnificent Victorian-Venetian façade but drove around to the back. She reached for the door handle, but Zazz stopped her. “No, wait. Let him check first.”
The driver opened the car door. “Nobody in sight who shouldn’t be here,” he said.
Then she understood. Fans. “Crap,” she murmured.
“Yeah. That’s the not so good part. We can usually move around reasonably freely, if we’re careful. We’re not particularly noticeable. Except for Riku, and he doesn’t care.”
She might have guessed that about the flamboyant Japanese-American. He gave every impression of supreme confidence, if not arrogance.
“I’m not sure I should—” she began, overcome by sudden shyness and an awareness of who she was with and what she was doing.
He grabbed her hand, using it to haul her against him, then wrapped his arms around her before she could get away. Once pressed against his body she felt the unmistakable evidence of an arousal she had to assume was for her, not the middle-aged male driver. Apart from him there was nobody else around. “Oh yes you damn well should,” he said, before he kissed her.
A devouring, claiming kiss, the kiss of a man who knew what he wanted and how to get it. She flung her arms around his neck, drawing him down to meld their mouths more securely. Impossible to resist this. Their lips separated after a kiss so deep and possessive, she’d never forget it. “Come on,” he murmured, voice low and wicked. “Take a chance.”
She took it, nodding and giving him a shaky, “Okay.” One night out of time with a rock star. One night to dream about.
Scratch that. One night with a man who turned her on like crazy. He smiled at her. “I’m glad you said that.”