Author: Tracy Wolff
Series: Shaken Dirty
Genre: Contemporary Romance | New Adult
Publisher: Entangled -Brazen
Release Date: October 14, 2013
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Book Blurb:She’s totally off limits, but this rocker wants a taste…
Jamison Matthews has lusted after Ryder Montgomery since she was a preteen. But now that Ryder and her brother’s band, Shaken Dirty, has made it huge, she’s just one of many pining for the brooding lead singer. Too bad Ryder still sees her as a little sister. Not that it matters. Her brother would never allow it, and the last thing Jamison wants is to be another notch on a rock star’s bed post. Even if it’s Ryder’s.
Ryder doesn’t deserve happiness. After his fame destroyed his last girlfriend, he swore he’d never fall in love again. So when Jamison, the girl he’s been in danger of loving for years, joins the band on the road, he’ll do anything to deny the sparks between them—even after one hot night together. But Jamison is determined to show Ryder that he’s worthy of love—her love—and that she’s all grown up…and ready to play.
Onstage, the band
launched into “Awake,” one of the power ballads that had made them famous. The
crowd screamed their approval and so did she. Totally not her typical modus
operandi, but she couldn’t help it. Something about listening to Ryder croon the
darkly haunting lyrics had her knees trembling and her heart beating much too
quickly. If she closed her eyes, she could do what all the other women in the
audience were doing and pretend that he was singing straight to her.
So much better than remembering he’d written these
heartfelt words for another woman. For Carrie, who had killed herself and
broken his heart so many years before. Her own heart ached at the thought. For
him. Always for him. At twenty-nine, Ryder had already been through more
darkness and despair than any one person should have to handle.
“Awake” finally
came to a close, the last note hanging in the air for long, tension-fueled
seconds. Then the band fell silent and the audience did the same, as if they
were all holding their breaths. Ryder lowered his guitar, shuffled, and stamped
his feet once, twice. It was a familiar gesture, one years of experience had
taught her was his way of shaking off excess emotion. Again her heart twisted.
It devastated her that more than ten years after the fact he was still eaten up
by what had happened. Still determined to bury it under a bunch of layers that
not only insulated him from his pain but also hid the real Ryder so deep inside
the public Ryder that she wondered sometimes if he even existed anymore. Or if
the boy who had held her while she cried, who had let her whisper her
pre-adolescent fears without ever making fun of her, had disappeared forever.
She searched for him in that one endless moment.
Looked for him in the obsidian eyes that arrowed to the
heart of the crowd even as they barricaded his own emotions.
Combed through her own memories and expectations in an
effort to see Ryder as he really was instead of how he portrayed himself.
And when his eyes—his crazy, beautiful eyes—met hers, she
found him. Seconds passed, long, intense seconds where she lost the ability to
hear or breathe or even think. All she could do was look into Ryder’s eyes, at
the feral heat boiling up and out of them, and want.
She smiled at him, waved. He snarled back. But it wasn’t
a leave-me-alone snarl. No, definitely not. It was his I-want-to-fuck-you-up-against-a-wall
snarl—she knew it well, had seen it directed at a lot of women through the
years—and her knees gave way when she realized that this time, finally, it was
directed at her. It didn’t matter that there was no sign of recognition in his
eyes, no knowledge that the woman he was looking at like that was actually her. Jamison. For one moment, he wanted
her the way she’d always wanted him.
It was more than enough.
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