NOTE: This is a "New Adult" novel. Due to mature content this title is recommended for ages 17+
SYNOPSIS:Both have what she wants … but only one
has what she needs. Working with professional athletes and
helping them recover from their injuries has always been Kate Townsend’s dream,
but after an accident left her scarred and heartbroken years ago she refuses to
let what happened in her past happen again. Staying focused is the key, as well
as not letting her feelings interfere with her job … no matter the
circumstances. All of that is easier said than done when not only one, but two
men crave her healing touch, igniting every single desire she’s denied herself
for so long. Cooper Davis, NFL’s star quarterback
and most eligible bachelor, packs up and leaves his home to move across the
states to the East Coast after an injury results in the embarrassing trade to
another team. Bitter from the pain, he deals with his problems through drugs
and alcohol—almost ruining his football career—until he meets the one woman who
makes him want to feel; the same
woman who refuses to give up on him no matter how many times he screws up. He
has to have her, and he’s not going to stop until he makes her his. Especially
now that someone else threatens to take her away. Motocross champion and local bad boy
Luke Collins never takes no for an answer. For the past four months he’s used
his charms to get what he wants, and now he’s so close to getting the girl of
his dreams … if she’ll give in just once. One time is all he needs, and he’s
never been known to fail, but he’s also never had to fight for a woman’s
affections. Only one man will win their way into Kate’s heart, but which one
will intercept the other and take what they want? Which one will she choose?
EXCERPT: We
pulled into the parking lot of the practice field and I shut off my car, the
tension in the air crackling like fire. When I turned to look at her, it was
like her stormy gray gaze could see right through me. There were a shit ton of
things I wanted, but nothing as much as leaning forward to kiss those lips of
hers. With her
breaths coming fast and low, she licked her dry lips and shook her head.
“Cooper, we can’t.” Bending
over the center console, I glanced down at her lips and murmured low, “Yes we
can, Kate, and I’m going to make sure we do.”
BOOK TRAILER:
Author Bio: USA Today Bestselling author, L.P. Dover,
is a southern belle residing in North Carolina along with her husband and two
beautiful girls. Before she even began her literary journey she worked in
Periodontics enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries. Not only does she love to write, but she loves to play
tennis, go on mountain hikes, white water rafting, and you can’t forget the
passion for singing. Her two number one fans expect a concert each and every
night before bedtime and those songs usually consist of Christmas carols.
Aside from being a wife and mother, L.P. Dover has written
over nine novels including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series,
and her standalone novel, Love, Lies, and Deception. Her favorite genre to read
is romantic suspense and she also loves writing it. However, if she had to
choose a setting to live in it would have to be with her faeries in the Land of
the Fae.
So you’ve met Rule, Jet, Rome, and soon Nash! But there’s a new boy in town, along with a new series, by Jay Crownover. Better When He’s Bad (Welcome to the Point #1) is a new adult novel scheduled for publication on June 17, 2014, by William Morrow, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishing.
NOTE: This is a "New Adult" novel. Due to mature content this title is recommended for ages 17+
Synopsis: Welcome to the Point
There’s a difference between a bad boy and a boy who’s bad . . . meet Shane Baxter.
Sexy, dark, and dangerous, Bax isn’t just from the wrong side of the tracks, he is the wrong side of the tracks. A criminal, a thug, and a brawler, he’s the master of bad choices, until one such choice landed him in prison for five years. Now Bax is out and looking for answers, and he doesn’t care what he has to do or who he has to hurt to get them. But there’s a new player in the game, and she’s much too innocent, much too soft…and standing directly in his way.
Dovie Pryce knows all about living a hard life and the tough choices that come with it. She’s always tried to be good, tried to help others, and tried not to let the darkness pull her down. But the streets are fighting back, things have gone from bad to worse, and the only person who can help her is the scariest, sexiest, most complicated ex-con The Point has ever produced.
Bax terrifies her, but it doesn’t take Dovie long to realize that some boys are just better when they’re bad.
I'm so excited to read this one... you guys have NO idea! Thankfully I was granted a eARC and I hope to dive right into Bax and Dovie's story soon. So, take a peek, see what you think and get ready for another book bad boy!
This is how Jay describes her new novel/series:
“It’s dark and dangerous and set in a fictitious underworld/bad part of town. The men in all of the books are way more along the line of being anti-heros than true leading men. I guess the easiest way to sum them up is by saying the books are all about the choices these characters have to make and the outcomes and results of those decisions. Bax’s book is all about having to make the hard choices and what becomes of him and his lady in doing so. They are super fun, very atmospheric and I think really what writing a bad boy should be like if you’re going to do it :)”
Look in the back of Nash’s book to find the first chapter of “Better When He’s Bad.”
About the Author:
I’m supposed to share interesting details about myself so that my readers get to know me so here we go in no particular order: I’m an natural redhead even though I haven’t seen my real hair color in years, I’m a big fan of tattoos and have a half sleeve on either arm and various other pieces all over the place, I’ve been in the bar industry since I was in college and it has always offered interesting insight into how men and women interact with each other, I have 3 dogs that are all crazy, I live in Colorado and love the snow, I love music and in all reality wish I could be a rock star not a writer or a bartender but I have zero talent so there is that.
I love to write, love to read and all I’m interested in is a good story with interesting characters that make the reader feel something.
NOTE: This is a "New Adult" novel. Due to mature content this title is recommended for ages 17+
Synopsis: The rock legend’s daughter…Eli Blue Savage doesn’t trust musicians, especially those that idolize her dad. Her heart’s been broken by everyone she’s ever loved. Fairytale dreams and the music she locks inside her heart are all that keep her alive. The musician with a dark past…Deacon Chastain plays a blue guitar to match his rock idol, the man that saved him from a path of destruction. His life revolves around music; it’s the only thing that saves him from the darkness. Hearts beat to the same rhythm…Broken and scarred by their pasts, can they find a way to heal and move forward? No matter the adversity, even the hardest of hearts can be softened by love – music is easy; life is hard.
NOTE: This is a "New Adult" novel. Due to mature content this title is recommended for ages 17+
EXCERPT:
Eli Blue
“Deacon! Deacon! Deacon!” the hoard of girls chanted, as
they pushed and shoved, trying to get closer to the empty stage.
The unmistakable sound of a Fender Stratocaster echoed
through the small arena, inciting the masses even further. The crowd was a living, breathing entity all
its own that swayed and surged with every note.
As the opening guitar solo edged forward, I could smell sweet excitement
filling the air; unfortunately, the scent was dampened by sweat and stale beer.
“C’mon, hurry your ass up!” I shouted to my friend, Willow,
before I started weaving through the flesh-hungry mob. Willow wrapped her arms
around my waist trying not to get trampled.
After elbowing every single person in our path, we finally
reached the barricade a few feet from the stage. Immediately, we were greeted
by a snarling security guard that wasn’t happy to see us ascending into sacred
territory. He held up his hands in a
silent plea for us to stop, which did nothing but make me roll my eyes. I’d never felt entitled to things in my life;
however, free reign at this place was a given, and the only thing I ever
demanded.
I flashed the sweetest smile I could manage, and was just
about to inform him who my dad was, when a man dressed in a business suit
gestured for the guard to let us pass. I
smiled at the suit and he returned the gesture with a nod of his head just
before he disappeared behind a door leading under the stage. Realization of who I was, or actually who my
dad was, flooded over the guard’s face.
His eyes grew wide and reverence appeared – with a touch of pity.
“That never gets old.” Willow yelled in my ear over the
screams and hollers for the concert to begin.
“What?” I shouted back.
“When they finally realize you’re someone important and
retreat.” She laughed.
I shook my head. “But I’m not.” I informed her.
“Yes, you are, Elizabeth, and it won’t be long ‘til I’m
someone special, too.” She said with a wink.
I rolled my eyes at her before turning my attention back to
the stage just as a single light began to rise.
The guitar solo slowly faded and was followed by the pounding of a kick
drum. Boom, boom, boom. I could feel my heart mirror the slow,
methodical beat. Boom, boom, boom.
Anticipation built within me causing heat to cover my body,
and sweat to roll down the middle of my back.
Music always had a way of exciting me.
I’d grown up with it - I’d never known anything different. Even when I’d been shielded from its harsh
glare, a constant rhythm still flowed through my veins.
A shadowy figure appeared at the center microphone directly
in front of us.
“Oh shit there he is, there he is!” Willow screamed, jumping
up and down.
I burst into laughter because I’d never seen her act like
this before.
“Damn girl, calm down! He’s just some lead singer. We’ve definitely met our fair share before.”
I placed my hands on her shoulders forcing her to calm down.
She pointed toward the stage, “Duke’s different—dear Lord is
he different. Just wait ‘til you hear
him sing and you’ll be ready to rip his clothes off, too.”
“Fuck me, Duke!” echoed behind me. I turned to see a leggy blonde with the
brightest red lips I’d ever seen, flashing her tits at the stage. I’d never understand how any woman thought
that would help her chances at snagging a man.
Sleazy desperation was never attractive on anyone, no matter how much
lipstick you tried to cover it with.
A low, sexy growl came through the sound system, drawing my
attention back to the stage. Standing
center stage was a towering man wearing nothing but black leather pants. His long blonde hair hung down his back and
teased the crowd by subtly camouflaging his muscles that appeared to bulge in
all the right places.
“That’s him, that’s him.” Willow shouted, digging her nails
into my upper arm.
I shrugged my shoulders, “Yeah, he looks good, but I need to
hear him first.”
“He plays guitar, too. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t drag you here
for a singer that didn’t play, too.”
Willow dragged me here tonight in hopes I’d sign her
favorite new band to my dad’s management company; technically, it was my management company now, even though I
refused to call it that. Savage Man had
become mine four years ago on my eighteenth birthday. Before that my mother almost ran it into the
ground from the day her guardianship of me granted her the right.
My dad hadn’t been a part of my life since all the glitz and
glam took him from me when I was barely thirteen years old. Not nearly old
enough to know how his absence would affect my entire world, let alone how he’d
want me to lead his brainchild.
Willow’s band, The Elle’s, was the first band I signed when
I officially started working at Savage Man full time last month, after graduating
college. An all girl rock band, no one
could go wrong with the way these girls looked, not to mention their amount of
talent. Simply, they kicked ass. The only problem was the estrogen induced
drama that occurred on a daily basis. But Willow had been the only constant in
my life, and I’d do anything to help her achieve her dreams.
“Hey, are you even listening to him?” Willow whined.
“I’m listening,” I snapped. I was definitely listening, and
his voice was impressive. Clear and
smooth, just like she’d said it was.
The bridge of the song played and the lead guitar picked up,
sending chills dancing across my skin. I
moved to my left and on to my tiptoes, trying to peer over the tall stage, but
couldn’t see the guitar player. His half
of the stage was too dark; the only beam of light focused on Duke, who was busy
grinding his hips in the direction of every female he could find.
“Deacon Chastain.” Willow said with a huge smile. “That’s who you’re looking for over
there. He doesn’t come out of the
shadows very often. Apparently he likes
to sulk back there and be all broody.”
“He’s damn good. Why
didn’t you tell me about him?”
Her eyes gleamed with orneriness. “Because I wanted you to
discover him for yourself. Just wait; there’s a hell of a lot more to see.”
Song, after song played and I still hadn’t seen more than a
glimpse of Deacon through his shroud of darkness. Still, the sounds that came from his guitar
kept me entranced. I’d stopped listening
to the song as a whole, only feeling the vibrations of his picked guitar
strings darting through my core. They
felt so familiar, like I’d never listened to anyone, other than him, play.
“We are Unforgiven, and we hope we rocked you as hard as you
rocked us tonight. If not, be sure and
let us know, so we can tell you to go fuck yourself.” Duke shouted and the
crowd cheered. “Ladies, don’t forget the line for the backstage freaky train
forms to your left by the big bald security guard. As always, the last song of
the night goes to our fearless founder and leader, Deacon.”
I expected the crowd to go wild with more sexual favor
declarations from the half-naked Barbie’s all around me, but there was only
complete silence. Duke dropped the mic
with a shrill shriek, and the entire room immediately went black.
A dim light from the back of the stage slowly arced across
the venue, stopping and illuminating someone sitting on a bar stool with a black
hoodie pulled over his head. Now
backlit, the figure became a dark and menacing presence. A microphone stood in
front of him, waiting to be used, while a large guitar rested on his leg. Willow pulled on my arm and moved closer.
“That’s Deacon.” She said softly into my ear. “This is their
end of the show tradition - same song at the end of every show.”
The sound of his knuckles cracking filtered through the stillness
as a bright spotlight illuminated the front of his guitar. I gasped.
It was my guitar; my dad’s guitar.
I knew every single inch of my dad’s guitar and this was identical, even
down to the bright blue details. I felt
my heart fall to the floor, shattering into a million jagged pieces. He was another one, another guitar player
obsessed with my dad. I found them
everywhere, or more accurately, they
found me. I think some of them had a
tracking device attached to my ass with how quickly they could locate me. I’d spent my life fighting off Kirk Savage wannabes. Which never made sense to me—I’m his daughter,
so their path to becoming my “Rock God” dad should not include them vying to be
in my pants.
I heard Deacon slowly inhale then let out a long, steady stream
of air. Not a nervous gesture, but a
prayer for strength. He lightly strummed
his guitar and the sound invaded my senses.
He played a slow, light melody that had tears burning my eyes.
His fingers moved over the smooth strings, creating one of
the most genuine sounds I’d ever heard—every movement of his hand giving voice
to the desires of his heart. I’d been around enough musicians to know that was
the only way a mere human could compose such a melody, and in that moment, our
hearts were beating to the same rhythm.
His voice rang through the calm
bar and every eye was turned, hanging on his every word. His voice was light and rough, his words ran
together, just barely clear enough to understand.
Take her now; you need her more than I
She hasn’t ever truly been mine
Strike your claim; it’s been too long
I’ve been fighting, but you’ve won
There’s no way, don’t hide your eyes
Unused, unwanted, unclaimed
Some of my earliest memories were of me, sitting cross
legged in the middle of my dad’s studio, intently watching the faces of
musicians as they poured their heart and soul into their gift. My dad used to say, if the fans didn’t feel
like they’d lived an entire lifetime in his shoes after he performed, then he
needed to find another job. “Maybe an
accountant,” he’d joke, “they don’t need emotions.”
Music has always been the driving force in my life. It soothed my fears when I was overcome, and
guided the way when I was lost. I looked
to music like a religious man looks to his God – and it had yet to let me
down. If Deacon’s face wasn’t covered by
the darkness, I knew I would see every emotion evoked by his words. Music was easy, life was hard. Each haunting syllable he uttered crawled
deep into my soul.
“Holy shit, are you crying?” Willow shrieked from beside me,
and then laughed.
I touched my cheeks and felt wetness; I hadn’t even realized
I was crying. I wiped it away before
turning to look at her.
“No, I wasn’t crying.
Are you crazy?”
“Bullshit Elizabeth, you were freaking cryin’ and don’t try
to deny it.” She pointed her finger in my face and shook her head at me.
“Whatever, c’mon.” I said, looping our arms together and
heading toward backstage. “Do you, or do you not, want to meet Duke?”
“Damn right I’m gonna meet him; gotta meet him before I can
make him put a ring on it.”
She said with a laugh.
Author Bio: Sarah Dosher was
born and raised in rural Oklahoma where she currently resides with her cowboy
husband and twins (one cowboy and one cowgirl). She spends her day slaving away
in healthcare and her nights pouring her heart out to her keyboard. She is
addicted to books and The Golden Girls. Her love for reading inspired her to
start her writing journey.
Today I'm excited to share an excerpt from Elizabeth Lee's TAKING SOMETHING! TAKING SOMETHING is the second book in Elizabeth Lee’s Give Me Something Series and is set to be released February 18, 2014! To celebrate GIVE ME SOMETHING is on sale for only $.99!! Check out the excerpt and a special thank you bonus for readers from Elizabeth!!!
About TAKING SOMETHING:
I know what you're thinking. “You were such a jerk, Nick!” Believe me, I know I screwed up the best thing I had going in my life, but that was kind of my thing. I’d learned how to run cons before I could even form complete sentences, and I'd always been selfish. But I changed. Lila forgave me, my brother and I were getting along, and I was trying to make a name for myself in the music world.
At least that was what I was trying to do when I negotiated my way into the recording studio with pop superstar Sadie Sinclair. I thought it would be a piece of cake—charm my way into her heart and into her record label's good graces.
Just when I thought I had it all figured out, I got mixed up in a web of lies, manipulation, and deception. A web that had me questioning my motives and desires altogether.
Was the fame and fortune really worth the price?
Excerpt:
“How about you pour me a cup of coffee, sweat pea?” I finally spoke, breaking the trace her graceful hands had on me and pointing at steaming coffee press in between us. She sighed and placed the knife she was holding down on the counter. With her empty hands firmly placed down on the marble, she looked up at me.
“Look, sweat pea,” she lipped. “I've got enough people to wait on and one of them actually pays me for it. If you want a cup of coffee, I suggest you get up off your self-entitled ass and pour one.”
My feet were on the floor and leading me around the counter to the cabinets before I had a chance to realize what I was doing. It must have been the look in her eyes or maybe I just felt like not being a jerk. I needed to be on her good side before I asked her the question I'd been thinking about all night.
“Mugs are in the one next to the fridge,” she told me, picking up her knife to continue her job.
“Thanks,” I replied, grateful that her civility was quick to return, and grabbed mug. I moved over next to her. The sweet smell of the fruit coupled with the scent of her shampoo, or soap, or maybe it was just her, had my mouth watering. Then she looked over and smiled at me, watching as I poured the coffee. Barely any make-up and her chocolate hair flowing down to the middle of her back, un-styled. Not my normal type, but something about her had me swallowing hard. And apparently daydreaming, because as I was watching her I decided I was going to fill my hand with scalding hot coffee instead of the mug it was holding. “Son of bitch,” I seethed.
Gia reacted quickly, pulling a washcloth from the drawer and soaking it with cool water. She was at my side quickly placing it on my stinging hand.
“Let me see,” she said sweetly, her eyes full of concern. She pulled back the rag and pulled my hand up. “I don't think it's going to blister.”
God, she's beautiful. The look of concern on her face. The feel of her hand in mine. I had to remind myself to take a breath. I wanted more than anything to reach out and touch her face. Her warm, caring, concerned face.
“Thank you,” I said, pulling the rag from her hand and placing it back on the burn. She released her hand from mine and I took a step back. There had only been one other person who looked at me the way Gia was and we all know how that ended. I couldn't let myself get wrapped up in the idea that another person could actually care about me. And I sure as hell didn't deserve her compassion. I had been a total dick to her.
“That's beautiful,” she said, reaching over and trailing her fingers across the moon tattoo on my right forearm. I wanted her to run her fingers over my skin again. All of it.
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Elizabeth Lee Bio:
When I'm not writing or playing the part of wife and mother, you can find me dancing back-up for Beyonce, singing back-up for Miranda, or sunning myself on the beach with a drink in hand. Here's the thing about being born and raised in a small town—you have a very vivid imagination! Now, I channel it all to create stories where the girl always ends up with the right guy, first kisses are magical, and a happy ending is just that!
Title: The Offering (The Pledge, #3) Author: Kimberly Derting Publisher: Margaret K. McElderry Books, 336 Pages (December 31st 2013) Add to:Goodreads
Synopsis: True love—and world war—is at stake in the conclusion to The Pledge trilogy, a dark and romantic blend of dystopia and fantasy.
Charlie, otherwise known as Queen Charlaina of Ludania, has become comfortable as a leader and a ruler. She’s done admirable work to restore Ludania’s broken communications systems with other Queendoms, and she’s mastered the art of ignoring Sabara, the evil former queen whose Essence is alive within Charlie. Or so she thinks.
When the negotiation of a peace agreement with the Queendom of Astonia goes awry, Charlie receives a brutal message that threatens Ludania, and it seems her only option is to sacrifice herself in exchange for Ludanian freedom.
But things aren’t always as they seem. Charlie is walking into a trap—one set by Sabara, who is determined to reclaim the Queendoms at any cost.
Praise for The Offering
"This was a truly epic ending to the series." --Crystal Perkins, Goodreads Review
"The final book in Kimberly Derting’s Pledge trilogy is a thrilling conclusion. I was immediately swept up into it and powered right through. It was pretty much what I wanted with a few surprises along the way." --Krys at Bibliopunkk Reads
Author Kimberly Derting:
Kimberly Derting is the author of the BODY FINDER series, THE PLEDGE trilogy, and THE TAKING (coming April 2014 from HarperTeen). She lives in the Seattle area, with her husband and three children, who often find the outrageous things they say either in the pages of her books or posted on Twitter or Facebook for the entire world to see.
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Title: Skipping Stones Author: JB McGee Genre: Contemporary Romance / Coming of Age Publication Date: September 16, 2013 Add to Goodreads Event organized by: Literati Author Services, Inc.
NOTE: This is a "New Adult" novel. Due to mature content this title is recommended for ages 17+
Synopsis: They say there are five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.
Not everyone will grieve in this order, nor will everyone go through every stage. It’s during the stage of denial when Alex Hart meets Andrew Foster. He takes her one-step closer to acceptance: the stage when new, meaningful relationships are formed. The stage when the realization occurs that this is now the new state of normal.
Just when Alex thinks she is on her way to healing, she enters the bargaining phase. That’s the phase where you wonder what you could have done differently. You wonder “what if?” Specifically, what if the ones you loved hadn’t left you?
Leaving…this is what makes heading off to war so difficult and frightening for Alex. She knows all too well what it’s like to be the one on the losing end of life, which is why she’s made it her personal mission in life to save as many lives as possible. The extreme high she gets from treating trauma victims turns into Alex’s own form of therapy, or so she thinks.
When faced with her world being turned upside down, Alex may just find that her true therapy is in the one who has always saved her.
For the first time since its release, Skipping Stones will be on sale for $.99 from 12/3 – 12/9.
J.B. McGee was born and raised in Aiken, South Carolina. After graduating from South Aiken High School, she toured Europe as a member of the 1999 International Bands of America Tour, playing the clarinet. While attending Converse College, an all-girls school in Spartanburg, South Carolina, she visited Charleston often. It quickly became one of her favorite vacation spots. She met her husband, Chad, during Christmas break her freshman year, and they married in 2001 and she moved back to her home town.
In 2005, the couple welcomed their first son, Noah. J.B. finished her Bachelor of Arts degree in Early Childhood Education at the University of South Carolina-Aiken in 2006. During her time studying children’s literature, a professor had encouraged her to become a writer.
In 2007, she welcomed their second child, Jonah, and she became a stay at home mom/entrepreneur. In 2009, the found out their two children and J.B. have Mitochondrial Disease. In 2011, a diagnosis also was given to Chad. Please take a moment and learn more about Mitochondrial Disease. Awareness is key to this disease that has no cure or treatments.
J.B. McGee and her family now reside in Buford, Georgia, to be closer to their children’s medical team. After a passion for reading had been re-ignited, J.B. decided to finally give writing a shot. Broken (This Series), is her first book and first series.
The Saving of Benjamin Chambers by Anna Bloom
New Adult Contemporary Romance
Published December 4th, 2013
"New Adult" Disclaimer - NOTE: This is a "New Adult" novel. Due to mature content this title is recommended for ages 17+
Benjamin Chambers needs saving, he just does not know it yet. Bored of his life of repetitive gigs with a band going nowhere fast and one night stands with girls who are only interested in his role as a lead singer, something has got to change. It’s just what do you do when the only life you know involves messing around with guitars and attempting to run away from any female attention that comes your way.
Ben has a New Year’s resolution and one that he is determined to keep, quit the band and get a life of his own. Little does Ben realise that on his last night with his band Sound Box he is going to meet a girl who will turn everything he knows upside down.
As Ben sets himself the challenge to find ‘The Girl’ again, he may be about to learn that in an effort to rescue her, he himself will be the one to be saved.
Delilah, Lilah or whatever she is called is, standing over on the far side of the room, her back against the wall wearing a figure-hugging red, floor-length dress. Her dark hair and eyes stand out in contrast. She looks like a Forties movie star, all curves and perfect poise, watching everyone with a critical eye. She hates this place and she hates the people that are here, that is clear to me straight away.
I want to jump off the stage to get to her. I can’t tear my eyes away, even though Dave has picked up my guitar and shoved it back into my hands, hissing, “play, you idiot.”
I am walking to the front of the stage still staring when I notice that I am being watched but not by her.
Some guy who looks like a pretentious arsehole is watching me watch her and then he starts to move across the floor to get to her before I can leave the stage. I am stuck like a rabbit in headlights, rooted to the spot as I watch him clearly move towards her like he is proving he has ownership.
When he gets to her he pulls her in close and winds his hands around her waist. I have to physically restrain myself from leaping off the stage and punching him. That’s what I want to do, a deep urge burning inside me. Jump from the stage, bop him on the nose, hopefully causing significant blood loss, and then throw her over my shoulder and march her off with her someplace. Someplace where I can kiss her and talk to her, in no particular order. Then I may well ask her to marry me because I am pretty sure that I want to.
I don’t though, I don’t move from my spot on the edge of the stage. I start to play my guitar instead but not the song the rest of the band are expecting. Luckily it has a long intro so they are able to catch up.
As I start to sing ‘Wonderwall’ I watch as the banker wanker twirls her onto the dance floor.
It’s not a song for twirling, what is he doing the bloody arse?
She has her hands on his shoulders and her back to me but I can clearly see an enormous diamond ring sitting on her left hand from my spot quite a distance away on stage. Damn it to hell.
I nearly stop singing, but I hold it together and as I head into the second verse my choice of song becomes even more appropriate.
The banker wanker pulls her in even tighter and I get a nasty taste in the back of my mouth. I am just in the middle of the chorus when they take a turn and I catch a glimpse of her face.
That’s what does it. That very moment gives me something completely different to live for.
Her.
She is biting her lower lip and the beautiful eyes are staring far away in the distance, framed by a frown. She looks like she would rather be anywhere then where she is right now. She looks lost, but on top of that she looks lonely and I feel a bubble of something well up inside me, something like joy. Joy at the fact that this guy holding her, who’s obviously bought her the ring, has no idea what she is feeling. I don’t think he has looked at her face once, not to read it the way that I am. This is good. It means that if I can get to talk to her again then I can make sure my words are the right ones, the ones to make her notice me, the ones to make her want to at least talk to me. And, well, if that fails then I will just crinkle my freckles at her, pick her up and throw her over my shoulder and march off with her hoping for the best.
I know that I will do anything to save her from whatever is causing her sadness and by doing that I have a feeling she will save me.
Anna Bloom is a contemporary romance writer who writes about life as it happens. Combining a busy schedule of looking after two small children whilst working in a local school and completing The Uni Files series she also spends a lot of time imagining kissing hot guys – all in the name of her art.
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