Authors: Candy J Starr
Angie (7 page)
I couldn’t hide my grin.
I got back on my feet and tried to pull away from him but he didn’t let me go. He smiled back at me with that shy smile of his and the light from his eyes made everything around me glow brighter.
I wanted to kiss him right there in the lobby but, you know, it was the lobby, filled with people. And the guy
handed us our room key. But our eyes, our eyes did mighty dirty things to each other. There was definitely a lot of eye-sex going on.
If he’d followed me to my room, I think I’d have thrown him on the bed and ravaged the fuck out of him but he waited for me in the lobby.
“If I go to your room, I might not make it on stage tonight,” he said.
That made me smile even more
, even though we only had these few days together then I’d not get a chance to see him until the end of the tour.
As I watched him
play that night, I realised. I'd just began to scrape the surface of what Eric was. I'd been holding myself back, trying not to get too involved with him in case it didn't work out. But he was a deep pool of cool water and I was ready to jump in and submerge myself in all that he could be. I wanted to let him seep into my skin and leave traces that would remain forever.
Hannah nudged me.
"Ooooh, look at you, all love struck."
I punched her in the arm but didn't look at her because I didn't want her to see the
love shining in my eyes.
When he got off stage, he threw his arms around me and I sunk into him, feeling the warmth
of his love. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. I knew that the thing with his mother was nothing but an uneasy truce. I’d have to fight. We’d have to fight. But it was a thing worth fighting for. I couldn’t let a chance like that pass me by. How many times in life do you meet a guy that makes every atom in your body sizzle with joy? I’d be a fool to give that up.
His fingers tangled in my hair and his lips danced over my skin.
“Are you guys coming to the party?” Jack asked.
“No!” we both said in unison.
His fingers threaded in mine and our eyes locked together with the joy of just being us. We didn’t need anyone else, didn’t want to be with anyone else.
In the cab back to the hotel, our kisses got almost indecent.
I couldn’t get enough of touching him. My emotions were too raw and new for me to say anything corny like “I love you” but I had a feeling those words would be in our future.
“I don’t think your mother is ever going to like me,” I said.
“That’s okay, I’ll just have to like you double to make up for it.”
All the wavering ended. All the not touching and not feeling and not letting him in. We went to my room and the crazy, sexy times began.
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Bad Boy Rock Star
Hannah Sorrento has been abandoned by her rich father with nothing but a band management contract to her name. She needs to make this band pay if she wants to survive but lead singer, Jack Colt, proves to be a major obstacle.
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Bad Boy vs Millionaire
Jack Colt is back – and now he has a rival. Sexy, mysterious and rich, Tamaki seems like Hannah’s perfect man but she can’t get Jack out of her mind.
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Candy J. Starr used to be a band manager until she realised that the band she managed was so lacking in charisma that they actually sucked the charisma out of any room they played. “Screw you,” she said, leaving them to wallow in obscurity – totally forgetting that they owed her big bucks for video equipment hire.
Candy has filmed and interviewed some big names in the rock business, and a lot of small ones. She’s seen the dirty little secrets that go on in the back rooms of band venues. She’s seen the ugly side of rock and the very pretty one.
But, of course, everything she writes is fiction.
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