You don't choose when.
You don't choose where.
And you don't get to choose who you fall in love with.
The minute he opened his sexy mouth, Holliday Hughes should have known Jack Dalton was trouble. His smooth pickup lines, broad shoulders, and ridiculously handsome face charmed her right out of her clothes. She gave into her desires, the instant attraction blinding her to the obvious.
One night. That was all it took for Holliday’s world to be flipped on its axis. Jack Dalton was cocky. Smug. Volatile. Demanding. He ignited something deep inside her like no other, but there was something more to this brooding bad boy. There was a dark side to him she couldn't help but be drawn to.
Torn between what she knew about him and a mysterious side he tried to hide, could she walk away or was he simply too hard to resist?
He
gave her a line, and she quite fell for it.
Jack
Dalton was trouble, Holliday Hughes knew it the moment she laid eyes on him. He
was sinfully sexy, mysterious and charming. The attraction was almost instant,
and the chemistry was exploding all over the place. It was supposed to be one
night only, and everything would just have to remain in Vegas, but Jack thought
otherwise.
Her
world turned a sudden 180, which left her off-balance for the onslaught of this
man into her life. He was a force to be reckon with – he can be demanding,
sweet, charming, vulnerable, and volatile. He kept on surprising me each time I
turned the pages. I would hate him, then I would love him again. I would swoon
for him, then I would think he didn’t deserve any of Holliday’s time. But he
would make grand gestures that would be so sweet, you can’t help but forgive
him. Question is, until when?
This
girl is a self-made person. She started from scratch, and her work suddenly
became a sensation. She didn’t need a man to back her up. She made it on her
own, and for that she already had my admiration. But you do not chose who you
fall for. Somewhere along the way, she fell, and her life was never the same
again. She didn’t know it at first. She wasn’t prepared for it. She was in love
with a rock star.
Their
love story is a roller coaster ride you wouldn’t want to miss. The ups and
downs were pretty much addicting you think you know what’s coming, and suddenly
something surprises that will leave you off-guard. There was never a boring
moment in this book – some pages will infuriate you, some will make you fall in
love, others will make you squirm, and each pages will have you hooked you’ll
never want to put this down until you reach the end page. Just like me, I’m
sure you can’t resist falling for the front-man of the Resistance.
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“Wait.” He reaches to the nightstand one more time and grabs his phone. Scrolling, he smiles when he finds what he’s looking for. With one push of the button, a song I’m all too familiar with begins. I know every word and every riff. “Stairway to Heaven” was the soundtrack to a lot of trouble I got into back in high school. “Led Zeppelin?”
With a smirk in place, he nods. “This is great fucking music.”
“Great fucking music or great music for fucking?” I ask as his hands squeeze my breasts.
“Both.” He lays back, his hands sliding up the outside of my thighs, and says, “Take me to that place that keeps you from getting jaded. That place where you find peace without the demons destroying everything you thought you wanted. Take me there.”
Darkness fills his eyes, his gaze alluding to everything he doesn’t have to be any longer. I lift up and sink down on him, my hands pressed flat against his chest, wanting to smother the dark and cover it with light. Slowly rocking back and forth like the tempo calls for, his words lyrics to my ears, invading my thoughts. I drop my head back as his hands grab my hips, holding me down. The resistance causes inner turmoil as my insides begin to coil. Wanting more, my hands fall behind onto his legs, balancing me on top of him as we move against the other.
I let my mind drift with the melody, the fullness of him overtaking all other feelings. The music builds and my body reacts to the rhythm he’s creating inside me. The song becomes our anthem, a soundtrack to our moans and heavy breaths.
When I look down at him, his eyes are open, watching me, one hand roaming my body freely. The other caressing my tattooed skin.
The song speaks of winding roads, shadows and souls… I’m flipped onto the mattress. Dalton’s inside me again, moving over me. Our bodies become slick with sweat, emotions begin swirling between us. Feelings that this could be more than just one night plant themselves like seeds in the depths of my mind.
S.L. Scott is a former high-tech account manager with a journalism degree
pursuing her passion for telling stories. She spends her days escaping into her
characters and letting them lead her on their adventures. Live music shows, harvesting jalapenos and eating homemade guacamole are her obsessions she calls hobbies.
Scott lives in the beautiful Texas hill country of Austin with her husband, two young sons, two Papillons and a bowl full of Sea Monkeys.
Her novels include Naturally, Charlie, Good Vibrations, and A Prior Engagement.
She welcomes your notes at sl@slscottauthor.com.
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