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Title: Pulse
Author: KE Osborn
Series: The Luminous Rock Series #1
Genre: Rockstar Romance
Release Date: January 17
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Synopsis
She makes my pulse race.
From the moment I laid eyes on her in that
ridiculous giraffe onesie, I knew this girl would rock my world.
Effa’s the lead singer of the world-famous
rock band, Luminous.
And I’m their new lighting tech, Kaden
‘Mercs’ Mercury.
Going on tour with an all-female rock band
would be simple you’d think, but these girls aren’t an easy push-over.
All the while things back home are taking a
turn for the worse, and I’m losing a battle of my own that might come back to
bite me on the ass if I’m not careful. My only distraction from the ensuing
chaos – a bubbly blonde lead singer, destined to brighten my life.
But with an all-male backup band, tensions
are bound to run high when jealousy flares, and lines are blurred.
She sets my pulse racing, but am I enough to kickstart
her heart?
Excerpt
EFFA POV
He looks deep into my eyes, almost looking
back and forth inside them for something. I’m not sure what. But I don’t look
away as his intense blue eyes assess me. His chest heaves, and he brings his
hand up smoothing a lock of hair away from my face which sends a shiver down my
spine but in a good way.
“You’re not sexy, Effa,” he murmurs making my
face fall into a frown. “You’re breathtakingly beautiful.”
My breath catches, and I feel my stomach
ripple with butterflies, who are dancing the tango. That’s probably the
sweetest thing he could have said right now. My cheek nuzzles into his palm,
and we gaze into each other’s eyes for probably a pass too long. His cologne
mixed with the stale smell of the residual smoke machine odor is a toxic
combination for me. I always love the smell of concerts, but blending the
natural aroma of Mercs in with it, is heightening my senses into overload.
Merely a few hours ago this place was packed
out, filled with the roar of thousands of screaming, adoring fans at my
beckoned call. Now, sitting here staring at Mercs, all I want is to know what
one man is thinking. What he is feeling. Whether a rush of emotion is
overwhelming him like it’s overwhelming me. He’s come into my life
unexpectedly, and without knowing him at all, there’s something about him—a
calm, a presence—and I just want to know more. He appears different to everyone
else. He doesn’t seem into the lifestyle—the parties, the fame. He’s his own
person—a free spirit, and I like that.
“So, how wild was the after party?” His voice
is low, almost a whisper, as I continue to look into his eyes, his searching as
if to find something in mine.
“Just a typical Luminous party, nothing
special… dancing, drinking, a few recreational behaviors.”
His hand drops from my face as he lets out a
small sigh. “I know Casey’s into the harder drugs, I saw her use before the
show. Do you?” He lets the question hang in the air.
I squeeze his knee again as I shake my head.
“I’m more of a herb girl. I only tried the white stuff once, and it really
messed with my head, so I don’t fancy that. But I do smoke the herbs, it helps
me wind down, and it unleashes my creativity… that, and energy drinks.”
He frowns, and his eyes finally leave mine in
a show of disapproval. I get it, not everyone’s a fan of drugs. I understand
it’s illegal, but it’s what us rockers do. Not only that, we grew up in the
drug capital of New South Wales, hell, probably of all of Australia. Nimbin’s
practically a hotspot for new age social activities, political discourse,
feminism and is pretty much a libertarian hippy commune. So I was bound to be
pro whoopie weed.
Smiling wide, I shift closer on the sofa
toward him and bump into his side. “Right, so there’s no television or anything
in here to keep us occupied for the rest of the night, so what do you say we
catch an early night?”
He looks down at his watch and lets out a
bemused laugh raising his brow. “Effa, it’s nearly three in the morning.”
“I know, I have at least another three hours
left in me. But alas, we should get some shut-eye. Especially, if we’re gonna
be sharing a sofa.”
He glances down to the sofa we’re both
sitting on and then back up to me. “And how are we gonna both sleep on here
exactly?”
I have to admit the sofa is kind of small in
width, and it’s going to be a tight fit, but we’ll manage. “You’ll just have to
keep a good hold on me so I don’t roll off. Do you have a long shirt I can
borrow? I don’t really wanna wear this to bed,” I ask looking down at my tight
leather dress.
He looks me up and down and shakes his head
like he’s in shock, but stands from the sofa and grabs his rucksack, pulling
open the zipper and rifling through it before pulling out a long grey Zoo York
T-shirt. He sniffs it and tilts his head in approval and then throws it to me.
Catching it with both hands, I smile as I place it to the side and bring my
foot up to pull off my thigh high purple boot. I start with my right, yanking
it off, the pressure of wearing the tight boot is alleviated, and I moan in
relief once my foot is finally free. Then I swap to my left foot, pulling it to
freedom too. I throw them to the floor, and Mercs chuckles slightly as they
thump on the concrete.
“Don’t know how you can stand in those
things.”
Giggling as I rub my swollen arches, I shake
my head. “Lots of practice.” Standing up. I reach around my back for my zipper,
but can’t quite reach it. “Urgh, stupid thing,” I murmur.
Mercs steps up behind me, placing his hand on
my hip to steady me and swiping my hair from my back, sending a shiver down my
spine. “Here, let me.” His voice drops to a low tenor, and my thighs clench
together to dull the ache developing between them at his sensual voice. His
other hand moves up and he slowly unzips the back of my dress.
That buzz is back, the surge floating through
the room as the heat from his palm on my hip sends a bustle of energy straight
between my legs. My breathing hitches as my chest rises and falls quickly with
the slow, torturous movement of his hands on me as he opens my dress.
Mercs finally unzips me completely, revealing
my panties and bra to him. He clears his throat as he takes a step back, and I
turn around to face him. His eyes lock with mine as I cling to the front of my
dress and decide to just go for it. I let my dress fall to the floor between
us, and his eyes don’t leave mine while I stand before him in my bra and
matching purple panties. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down, but the rest of his
body is dead still like he’s scared to move an inch.
The air is crackling, sizzling, and bursting
with tension as I lick my lips and look him dead in the eyes. The energy
between us is scorching and I inch closer to him as he flares his nostrils
seeming like he might be losing his self-control. Both our chests are heaving
with the tension buzzing through the room as we stare at each other.
Suddenly, his hand snaps up, grabbing the
back of my head, his fingers threading through my hair tightly as he lunges
forward, yanking my lips to his. My lips tingle and pop as we connect. His kiss
is strong as he takes me by surprise, but fuck do I like it. His other hand
snakes around my waist pulling me to him. Tingles riddle my entire body as his
mouth opens and his tongue enters my mine, dancing in perfect rhythm together,
jumping to a beat all of their own.
Kissing Mercs feels like everything and
nothing I’ve ever experienced in my life before. It’s all rainbows and
butterflies and fucking unicorns dancing in cotton candy, it’s that freaking
exciting.
He tastes like my berry water, and my body
tingles as I ignite inside while he kisses me. It feels like fireworks are
exploding all around me. My heart expands with excitement at the adrenaline
coursing through my veins.
Mercs’ fingers dig into my hair, holding on
tight in a show of dominance which makes my knees feel weak as he kisses me
harder. My clit starts to tingle as a deep groan echoes from his chest while my
hands slide up his arms holding onto his biceps, his muscles flexing with his
strength.
The kiss is intense, hot and so deeply sexy
as he grinds into me making me melt into him before he begins to ease the kiss
and pulls back from me, releasing my hair and looks into my eyes. We stare at
each other panting for breath as I lick my lips. My hands still on his biceps
while his hand on my hip loosens, and he takes a slow step back, putting a
small distance between us.
Wow!
Neither of us say anything, nor acknowledge
the kiss we just shared as I smirk at him and look to the sofa. I don’t think
this should go any further tonight so I bend down, grabbing the T-shirt, and
pull it over my head. It slides over my skin like a warm blanket. The cotton
feeling at home against my flesh, a softness in contrast to the leather that’s
been encasing me for the last few hours. Plus, it smells of Mercs, and that’s
giving me a comfort I didn’t know it would.
His lips turn up into a small smile as I look
at the sofa.
“So… time for bed?” I ask.
Pre-Order Link
http://amzn.to/2gzWQp9About the Author
Australian author K E Osborn was born and
raised in Adelaide, South Australia. With a background in graphic design and a
flair for all things creative, she felt compelled to write the story brewing in
her mind.
Writing gives her life purpose. It makes her
feel, laugh, cry, and get completely enveloped with the characters and their
story lines. She feels completely at home when writing and wouldn’t consider
doing anything else.
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