Authors: Brandy L Rivers
Others in Seattle: Book 1
Brandy L Rivers
Copyright 2014 Brandy L Rivers
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Table of Contents
To my Lexi Pie, the sweetest, prettiest little girl ever.
You are always doing everything you can
to make everyone else smile.
’ll always be my little monkey.
I love all your art and your stories.
Love you my creative little princess
Late to another gig, Roxy climbed out of her brother’s ancient blue van and slammed the door. The current band’s song swept over her, pulling Roxy under the singer’s spell. She found herself moving toward the entrance, ignoring Jordan’s incessant call of her name.
rich accented baritone spoke to her soul, enthralling her instantly. Then he started to climb the notes and she nearly melted into a puddle of goo.
Vinnie shook his head
, one dark brow arching as his eyes swept over her. “Hey, Roxy. Thought you said something about getting here early tonight?”
A sneer twisted her lips
as she cast a sharp glare back at the van. “Yeah, so did I. A certain asshole thought it would be better to stop for a few drinks before leaving.” She was getting really tired of Jordan always insisting on drowning himself in vodka to loosen up for
“Maybe next time you’ll come on your own
She lifted a single shoulder in a shrug and looked toward the door. Curiosity was a bane, but she was intrigued and
needed to see the face that went with the gorgeous voice.
Trying to let go of her irritation,
Roxy smiled sweetly. “Who are they?”
“Lunar Storm.” He opened the door with a grin. “I’ll stall Jordan
for as long as I can.”
“Aww, thank you, Vin.”
She slipped past him, and onto the wings of the stage. Her gaze fell on Mr. Voice who was tall, dark and smokin’ hot.
Holy shit, I want to lick him.
Scuffed combat boots were laced up over black leather pants which clung to muscular thighs, and his black shirt molded to the most impressive set of abs she had ever seen. Roxy wanted to trace the ridges with her fingertips.
He turned, his voice dropping
low as his eyes locked on hers. His words enveloped her. “… you’re the only one.”
paused a beat, before slamming into her chest at a rapid pace. His full mouth lifted into a grin that spoke of confidence as he held her complete attention. Entranced, she fell deep into his eyes and the world stopped.
drumstick hit him in the head. He looked over his shoulder and shrugged sheepishly at his band mate before turning back to launch into the next verse.
gently shook her shoulder. “Hey, Rox, come on. We have to warm up.”
Her head bobbed in a nod
at her brother, but she didn’t move. “Yeah, give me a minute,”
As if he heard, Mr. Voice
glanced over and winked at her before the next song started. “Blinded by beauty, falling at first sight, head over heels…” There was raw passion in his voice, and she couldn’t help wishing he was singing about her.
Someone wrapped their arm around her waist and her head whipped
to the side. “What the fuck?” Roxy spat at Jordan.
Jealousy burned in his cold blue eyes.
“Come on, space-case, time to warm up. Stare at pretty boy on your own time. He sucks anyway.”
” Roxy whispered harshly, pulling out of his arms. Her eyes narrowed at Jordan before she brushed past him and climbed the stairs.
Mikey squeezed her hand.
She looked over at her brother, one corner of her mouth lifting. “Did you guys hear them? They’re killer.”
“I was beginning to think you’d sworn off men.”
. The band was primal, and gripping. I want to hear more,” Roxy insisted.
Mikey nudged her shoulder
, and gave her an affectionate smile. “They’re pretty good.”
“They are,” Doug admitted. “You’re still drooling over their singer though.”
“Did you lose your taste in music?” Jordan snapped. “They were terrible.”
* * * *
Sneaking a glance, Trevor watched as a man wrapped his arm around the sexy brunette. His need for her was so damned intense he nearly stalked over to stake a claim on the woman who had captivated him. He held his breath a second, but her eyes sparked as she turned to glare at the man behind her.
He could hear
the heat in every word. Sounded to Trevor like maybe once the two had been together but she’d washed her hands of him, and now he was trying to get her back. Relief settled in and he threw himself into the music.
Before long he heard someone
running down the stairs and then onto the wings of the stage. No one in the building, save the band, would have heard her over the thumping music. He glanced over and nearly lost himself in her unusual eyes. Even with his heightened senses, he couldn’t quite tell their color in the dark.
long shapely legs seemed to go on forever, up to a little leather skirt that accentuated her curves. A corset completed the package, pushing her ample bosom up and out. One dark brow cocked as her lips tilted in a smirk. She knew he liked what he saw.
thunk of a drumstick hitting him in the head reminded him to sing.
Fucker’s gonna die for that shit.
He glared back
at Joey, who flipped him the bird with a jovial grin. Trevor motioned for the song “Fated Love.” One of his oldest friends, and the band’s guitar player, had written it when he found his mate. If Trevor had his way, it was the perfect song for the temptress in the wings.
Trevor gave her a smile as he launched into the song. He
was willing to bet he was looking at Roxana Nights, whom the staff raved about.
Then again, if it was
her, he had his work cut out for him. Rumor, according to the doorman and bartender, was that she didn’t do musicians of any type after leaving her cheating ex, who happened to be her drummer.
* * * *
For the first time in years, Roxy was wet and ached in a way that had trouble written all over it. The singer was like a drug she crave
he was the fix she needed. She shouldn’t indulge, but she didn’t believe she possessed the strength of will to resist after one long-ass dry spell.
Then he started to sing about the first time making love to his woman.
That full baritone caressed over her, painting such vivid pictures she could almost feel his hands on her body, his mouth on hers.
“You’re going to piss Jordan off with this infatuation. Oh, who am I kidding? You already have.”
“You hear him, right? God, his voice is equivalent to hours of audio foreplay.” She looked away, her cheeks flaming.
the wicked grin the singer shot her way… like he heard.
Yeah, and I’m losing my freaking mind.
No one could hear anything over the band and his divine voice.
Unfortunately, the song ended, and the
singer started saying his thank-yous. Oh lordy, he had an Irish accent, her absolute favorite. Now she craved a long conversation with him. She could listen to him speak for an entire day and maybe the night. Hell, for the whole year.
ignored the drummer who called out, “Trevor, yo dumbshit, you gonna help?”
She even liked his name.
With his sights set on her, he made his way over.
“They warned me Roxana Nights was enchanting.” His eyes traveled down her body and back up so damn slowly she had to wonder what he was thinking. “I never imagined they
were underestimating your beauty.”
’t normally work, but his jade green eyes seared into her, burning the truth of his words on her soul. She couldn’t help but fall under his spell.
“Oh, but you
incredible,” Roxy gushed. “I’ve never heard anyone quite like you. Your range is amazing.” His growls were raw and powerful, his lows resonated, his highs took her soaring. He could even go soft and gentle.
Trevor opened his mouth
to reply, but Jordan grabbed her arm and pulled her past him, onto the stage.
Her gaze cut up to Jordan, who had no right to touch her and
had, for the second time that night. “Let me the fuck go!”
His eyes rounded
as he jerked his hand back with a pained yelp. His face darkened with a sneer. “We’re on. Stop wasting
She whispered harshly,
“Oh, you don’t get to bitch about wasting time after making us late, again. Next time,
there’s one, I’ll be driving myself.”
Trembling from a mix of
lust for Trevor and anger at Jordan, she grabbed her mic, and turned back. Trevor was gone.
“Remember,” Jordan whispered in her ear, “
you swore off musicians.”
“He’s the singer,” she
countered, wishing it actually made a damned bit of difference. Jordan was right. He was the very reason she had sworn off all musicians. Unless he was completely blind, Trevor had to know he was gorgeous. Chances were he was the worst kind of asshole, and it was best to remember that.
* * * *
“Come on, Trev, we’ve got to go.” Joey nodded at the fiery redhead who sat at the bar downing a shot of Jameson. “Sorcha needs me,” he waggled his brows as he looked toward his mate.
While the big lug was distracted, Trevor slipped into the crowd and made his way to the front. A few people tried to engage him, but he was focused on the siren who had
taken the stage and instantly captivated the crowd. He was tempted to throttle the prick who’d dragged her around, but the woman had fire. With one cutting glare, the arsehole had backed off.
Still, Trevor barely managed to
stop himself from teaching the bastard a lesson on how to treat a lady. Probably a good thing. He had a feeling beating that lustful gaze off her drummer’s face was a good way to land himself on her shit list. That was the last thing he wanted.
the audience and asked, “After that killer performance by Lunar Storm, are you guys sure you want to hear us?”
The crowd erupted with a,
Her eyes flicked to
Trevor and stayed as a grin spread on her face. “First, give it to the guys of Lunar Storm. They put on an amazing show.”
Trevor heard her drummer
’s snarl before he started a hard beat.
Her eyes blazed as she shot a
glance back at the tatted blond. He returned her dark look and she flipped him off. Roxy turned back and launched into her song about love gone wrong. On the cutting lyrics, her gaze sliced to the drummer before swinging back out to engage the audience. More often than not, her eyes locked on Trevor.
Each song told more of her story, and he suspected a lot of it was based on her and the drummer
’s broken relationship. If so, how could any man be such a fool? She had trusted him, and he burned her time and time again.
The more he listened, the more he wanted to
carry her away so he could banish her ex and all of his wrongs from her memory. Something about her called to him, branding him. He needed more of her.
For an hour, he was swept up into her life, her words, her very essence
, and he wanted to lose himself in her world.
Nights Embrace’s set
ended. The lights went off as the curtain came down, but Trevor stood frozen, waiting for her to make an appearance. It was only a matter of time.
“Hey, asswipe,” Joey growled. “Time to go. You’ll see her around.”
“I need to talk to her,” Trevor insisted.
fucked her enough for one night. Let the girl go for now, and find her tomorrow. Seattle is not so big you won’t run into her again.”
Joey was right. Her scent of cherry blossoms in the rain was permanently embedded into his memory. Still, he didn
’t want to leave. “I could walk back.”
“Are you going to make her
tonight?” Joey taunted.
reality kicking in. What if she didn’t want his life? What then?
“Don’t worry, Trev.” Sorcha grinned as she stepped up beside them. She swept her bright red hair behind her ear. “She’s half in love with you already. I saw the way she watched you. What woman wouldn’t be?”
He snorted. He wasn’t interested in most women. “She knows nothing of us. Roxana may not want what we are. She may not handle it half as well as you did.”
More doubt crept in as he followed his clan out the door.
He climbed into the back of Joey’s battered red Jeep. Staring blindly out the window, he spent the trip obsessing over Roxana’s iridescent, pale blue eyes, longing to hear her enchanting voice.