by Cate Masters
Doesn’t that phrase immediately bring the song to mind? Music is so intertwined with love – and heartbreak – that it seemed a natural mix. My daughter’s obsession with Bret Michael’s reality dating show also seemed like the perfect setting for a romance that rocked!
So Rock Bottom began. I’m so excited that in two weeks, Lyrical Press will release this contemporary rock ‘n roll romance.
For rocker Jet Trently, success means playing the same platinum-selling hits over and over. Philly rock journalist Billie Prescott thrives on covering the latest releases. When her editor sends her to Malibu to cover Jet’s reality dating show, Rock Bottom, her blog’s success keeps her trapped there. Her life’s at Rock Bottom too, until she hears Jet’s new songs. They touch her heart as his music did when she was 15. When Jet touches her heart as well, will the reality show ruin the real thing?
Here’s an excerpt:
With a gasp, she clutched the seat as they roared away. “What do you think you’re doing? Let me out.”
He knelt in front of her and slid his hands up her thighs. “You called me ‘baby’.”
Through clenched teeth, her voice shook. “It’s an expression. I am not one of the Bimbo Brigade.”
Clasping her neck, he drew her close. “Thank God.” His lips brushed hers.
Anger melted into confusion, surged with passion. “Stop,” she whispered.
“I can’t.” He leaned between her legs, gripped her and slid her against him. Tender yet fierce, his lips sought hers, his tongue probed.
White static filled her brain. How could he feel so good when he was all wrong?
“No.” She broke away.
He sank onto his feet, the deepest yearning in his eyes. “Billie.” His urgent whisper sounded like a fervent prayer.
His plea awakened something fierce and tender within her. “Dammit.” Her urgent whisper matched his.
His face lit with hope.
“Jet.” An overwhelming urge hijacked her reasoning. She fought to regain it but lost ground.
He drew a ragged breath and touched her cheek.
“Don’t.” She couldn’t finish her thought. Don’t toy with me. Don’t break my heart.
“Shh.” His finger traced her lips. He eased in slowly.
Although she had every opportunity to stop him, instead she clutched his shirt. “You won’t remember this tomorrow, anyway.” She pressed her lips to his, wrapped her legs behind his.
His embrace engulfed her as he pulled her to the floor. “Oh yes, I will.” With soft, purposeful kisses, he kept his eyes open, watching as if to imprint her in his memory.
Yes, he’d remember.
And so would she. Dammit.
I’d love to give an ebook of Rock Bottom to a commenter. I’ll leave the giveaway open until this weekend and select a winner at random on Saturday, with the prize to be delivered on release day: 6/20/11. Be sure to leave your email address so I can contact you!
Thanks so much for reading! Romance rocks!