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From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kylie Scott comes a new story in her Stage Dive series…
When the girl of your dreams is kind of a nightmare.
As head of security to Stage Dive, one of the biggest rock bands in the world, Sam Knowles has plenty of experience dealing with trouble. But spoilt brat Martha Nicholson just might be the worst thing he’s ever encountered. The beautiful troublemaker claims to have reformed, but Sam knows better than to think with what’s in his pants. Unfortunately, it’s not so easy to make his heart fall into line.
Martha’s had her sights on the seriously built bodyguard for years. Quiet and conservative, he’s not even remotely her type. So why the hell can’t she get him out of her mind? There’s more to her than the Louboutin wearing party-girl of previous years, however. Maybe it’s time to let him in on that fact and deal with this thing between them.
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Kylie is a New
York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance
Writer of the year, 2013 & 2014, by the Australian Romance Writer’s
Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages.
She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based
in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes
and never dithers around on the internet. You can learn more about Kylie from http://www.kylie-scott.com/
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EXCERPT
“I don’t believe this,” I bitched. “My Valentino
boots are actually sticking to the floor. That’s how gross this place is.”
Lizzy just smiled. “Told you to
dress casual.”
“I am.”
The smile widened.
“Jeans and a tee is casual.”
“A tee? It’s velvet, Martha.” She
held a bottle of beer up to her lips, taking a sip. “I said we were going to a
dive bar. You have only yourself to blame for the fashion faux pas.”
“But velvet is in!”
“Would you two quit talking? I’m
trying to listen,” said my brother, Ben. The big hairy idiot was slouched back
in his chair, bopping his head in time to the music.
Lizzy shuffled closer all
conspiratorial-like. “I know why you’re all dressed up.”
I said nothing. There was nothing
to be said.
Next her gaze went to the man
standing at the end of the bar across from us. No, no, I would not turn my
head. I would not fall prey to her bullshit. After all, I’d managed to
successfully avoid him for the forty-eight or so hours since my not so triumphant
surprise return to the West Coast. Even with us both being in the same house. A
very big sprawling house, but still.
On the other hand, it should
probably be mentioned that he looked awfully good tonight in jeans and a white
T-shirt with a leather jacket. Samuel Rhodes, otherwise known as Sam. Not a
pretty man with his harsh features and bull-like neck, but something about him
appealed to me. As always, his head was shaved and his body was built and my
idiot fingers itched to explore.
Okay. So I guess at some point I
must have turned my head. And shit, he caught me looking.
The corner of his lips rose just
a little, just enough to mess with me, before he returned to doing his job by
casually surveying the packed room. My heart did not speed up due to anything
done by him. Clearly, I hadn’t totally caught my breath from when we’d walked
in half an hour ago or something. That was all. Interesting to note, he did
none of the checking me out typical of a heterosexual male who might have been
into me. In fact, he didn’t really give me any signals at all. Ever.
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