Rocked by Love series
For years, The Fury's lead guitarist, Zander Rostov, has been living a rock star's dream - sold out shows, platinum albums, and legions of fans. But lately, his band is constantly fighting, he's exhausted and frustrated, and he can't shake the feeling that he should be doing something more with his life. With eight more weeks of touring, he needs to figure out how to deal with the constant tension. He needs a distraction, and finds it in the form of the band's new tour manager.
Jayne Warren is looking for a distraction. After losing her beloved dog to cancer, she needs a way to channel her grief and rebuild her empty bank account. When she's asked to help out her friend's band as tour manager, it seems to be a perfect solution, until she meets the band. She hadn't planned on the sizzling chemistry and instant connection with Zander. Getting involved isn't a smart idea, especially when she seems to bring out the worst in one of his bandmates. She's dealt with high-tension bands before, but never like this, and never directed at her.
If she stays, she could be responsible for breaking up one of rock's biggest bands, but if she leaves, walking away from Zander would break her heart.
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“What are you working on?”
“That song I played for you guys at practice the other day.” She’d inspired him, but he wasn’t ready to share that yet.
“I thought I recognized it when I walked back here. Can you play it again?”
“You really liked it?” He played the song, watching for her reaction.
Eyes dreamy, a small smile on her lips, she sighed. “It’s beautiful.”
So was she. His blood thrummed with the melody that had been playing in his head since he’d met her. He set his guitar aside and turned to face her once again. “I’m glad you think so.”
Being just friends wasn’t going to work.
He rested his arm along the back of the cushion and his fingers brushed against her hair. Easing closer, until her knee bumped his thigh, he gave into the urge to cup her cheek. She gazed at him, head tilted to the side, for a long moment. Instinct demanded he claim her lips but he forced himself to hold still. He hadn’t meant to touch her, but like a moth seeking heat, something about her pulled him, making him forget the promise he made to himself.
Jayne reached for him. Her hand rested on his knee. Her other hand traced his jawline. The soft pads of her fingers glided along his skin. He groaned at the sensation, and then they were moving together as one. Her lips parted on an inhale seconds before he slanted his mouth over hers. And groaned again. She had perfect lips for kissing—soft and full. The hand on her cheek slid into her hair. He fisted the red-gold strands like he’d dreamed of doing and directed her toward a better angle. When she sighed, he licked a path across her lips and then slipped inside.