Summary-
New York Times bestselling author Nalini Singh's new contemporary romance novella is pure hard rock and scorching heat...
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.
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, while Angels’ 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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