Title: Blackthorne by Lexxie Couper
Heart of Fame Book Eight
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd
Genre: Contemporary, Romance, Red Hot
Rhythm is in his genes. She is in his heart.
Heart of Fame, Book 8
Caitlin Reynolds doesn’t care if the rock star lookalike trying to get into her bar is who he says he is. Sticking to the rules is a big reason the Chaos Room is the hottest velvet rope in Sydney.
Okay, so he’s freaking hot, but she’s been ignoring her hormones since her fiancé left her to go be a doctor in Somalia and then went missing.
After a shattered knee ended his promising soccer career, it seemed only natural for Josh Blackthorne to follow in his father’s rock-god footsteps. Now he’s a megastar, lusted after by women—and men—the world over. But he’s been in lust with Caitlin since he saw her picture years ago.
When Caitlin realizes Josh is who he says he is, she’s the first to make it right. But no matter how badly his seduction makes her want to melt into his arms, there’s a ghost hanging over their heads. A ghost who turns out to be not so legally dead after all…
Product Warnings: Contains a rock star who’s livin’ the dream and livin’ it large, a self-made businesswoman with a weakness for a cheeky smile, and a red-hot battle of tormented wills. May stimulate a desire to throw your panties onto the nearest stage.
He studied her, doing his best to keep his expression relaxed. God, she was sexy.
She was no more than five foot five but projected a confidence taller than that. Her long sable hair was scraped back from her face, accentuating high cheekbones, a smooth, curved forehead and expressively straight eyebrows. Her blue eyes flashed with challenge, the thick dark lashes framing them only serving to emphasize how direct and blue they were. She had a tiny overbite Josh found utterly sensual, and her pink-glossed lips were full. Man, what would those lips feel like moving against his.
The Iron Man shirt, jeans and flat-heeled boots did nothing to hide the lush curves of her body, a body his body was already eagerly responding to. And no matter how many times she pushed her hands to her hips or jutted out her chin in challenging aggression, he couldn’t help but notice how full her breasts were, how round her hips, how narrow her waist.
A little bundle of feisty ferocity and indignant conceit all wrapped up in an exquisite vision of feminine beauty. It was incredible to behold. Powerful and almost mesmerizing. Alluring was another word that came to Josh’s mind.
Vixen was another.
As was seductress.
Liev had told him she was a tad full of herself. Establishing the hottest, most successful nightclub in Sydney at the age of twenty-four would do that to a person, let alone a slip of a girl. As would maintaining that club’s popularity for three straight years running without fail. Liev was proud of his niece and rightly so. Josh was already in lust with her.
Now to get her into his bed.
“Okay, Uncle L,” he heard her say into his phone with an unreadable expression as she studied him back. “If you say so.” She snorted. “Of course I don’t want to. I do have a—” She closed her eyes and shook her head, exasperated frustration flickering over her beautiful face. “Yeah, I know. Okay. Yeah. Sure. Love you. Give Chris my best.”
She ended the call with a jab of her thumb and, with a curious—or was that cautious—frown, held his phone out to him.
He grinned at her. “Told you.”
“Yeah, yeah, you’re awesome,” she said, her tone somewhere between sarcasm and humour. Josh couldn’t tell if she was trying to regroup or genuinely felt het up at who he and Rhys were. “Welcome to the Chaos Room. We’re honoured to have you here.”
“Who wouldn’t be?” Rhys crowed at Josh’s side. For a second, Josh wanted to kick him.
Caitlin arched an eyebrow that spoke volumes at Rhys. What those volumes were, Josh wasn’t sure, but he suspected it had something to do with smug soccer players thinking they were all that and then some. “Please,” she went on, her voice a modulated calm, “tell Mandy or Zach at the bar all your drinks are on the house tonight.”
And with that, she turned and hurried back to the Chaos Room, hips swaying in such a natural, confident way Josh had a hard time not staring at them.
Muscle For Hire (Heart of Fame, #2)
Guarded Desires (Heart of Fame, #3)
Steady Beat (Heart of Fame, #4)
Lead Me On (Heart of Fame, #5)
Blame it on the Bass (Heart of Fame, #6)
Getting Played (Heart of Fame, #7)
Lexxie Couper started writing when she was six and hasn’t stopped since. She’s not a deviant, but she does have a deviant’s imagination and a desire to entertain readers with her words. Add the two together and you get erotic romances that can make you laugh, cry, shake with fear or tremble with desire. Sometimes all at once.
When she’s not submerged in the worlds she creates, Lexxie’s life revolves around her family, a husband who thinks she’s insane, a indoor cat who likes to stalk shadows, and her daughters, who both utterly captured her heart and changed her life forever.
Having no idea how old she really is, Lexxie decided to go with 27 and has been that age for quite some time now. It’s the best of both worlds – old enough to act mature, young enough to be silly.
Lexxie lives by two simple rules – measure your success not by how much money you have, but by how often you laugh, and always try everything at least once. As a consequence, she’s laughed her way through many an eyebrow raising adventure.