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Title: Out of the Red
Series: Hunte Family #1
Series: Hunte Family #1
Author: Arell Rivers
Genre: Contemporary Rockstar Romance
Release Date: April 25, 2019
Blurb
One impassioned argument.
One dominating kiss.
One unexpected moment that turns everything upside down.
And that’s only the opening act.
Rockstar Braxton Hunte is the type of chaos that makes
your soul burn…
Brax has been on tour for a decade, and some may say he
swallows obstacles for fun. Well, maybe he does—he’s never encountered a riff
he couldn’t handle, a treasure he couldn’t score, or a woman he couldn’t
conquer. No one, especially not a buttoned-down rule-follower like the band’s
new tour accountant, is going to change him.
Accountant Sara Anderson is an unabashed stickler for
the rules…
Sara’s worked nine long years to make partner, and only one
thing stands between her and her goal—Hunte. Now she’s going on their tour to
whip the band into financial shape. So long as she gets them out of the red,
the promotion will be hers. Those bad boys of rock will be tamed, no matter how
yummy their lead singer is.
When rebellion confronts discipline, fireworks
explode.
Passions collide, and lives are permanently altered, in
this enemies-to-lovers, slow burn standalone romance set in the mid-1990s—when
grunge ruled the airwaves and women partners were as uncommon as those new
mobile phones.
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Excerpt
“Okay, enough babbling about me. What’s up in your life?”
I fill her in about Hunte and my brilliant strategy to bring
them to heel.
“Oh my gosh, Sara, Hunte is to die for! You are so lucky.”
I know what she’s talking about, and feign ignorance. “It’s
work, not play.” I pause. “So can I count on you to watch over my plants if I
have to stay away longer than a week?”
“Sure.”
“I’ll drop off the instructions, plus a copy of my itinerary
in case you need to reach me, in your mailbox on my way to the airport.”
“Sounds good.” She giggles. “Geez, we both wouldn’t kick Braxton
Hunte out of bed for eating crackers. Of course, that was before I got married.
So now, it’s all on you.”
Even if I used to agree with her, my promotion rests on them
now. I open the hall closet and grab a roll of toilet paper, filling up the
holder in the guest bathroom. “Joanna, I’m going to be their tour accountant,
not their groupie. No one from A&L has ever joined them on tour. I’m
convinced that if I spend a week or two with them, I’ll sort out their crazy
spendthrift ways. The partners will have no choice but to invite me into their
ranks.”
When I finish, she’s silent for a long pause. “Hunte’s been
around for years now…”
Having restored perfect order to my house, I collapse onto
my sectional sofa. I kick my legs up on the soft fabric and lean back against
the headrest. “Eight years.”
“Have they ever been in the black?”
I place my left foot on my right knee. “Yes. Their first
couple of years were good. If they didn’t spend like drunken sailors—or
rockstars—they would’ve been profitable every year.”
“Isn’t that what rockstars do? I mean, don’t they just spend
as much as they make?”
“I don’t know, Joanna. I’ve never met one.”
A giggle floats through my handset. “Well, seems to me that
you’re going to be meeting a few. Tomorrow.”
Rats. I thought I had successfully diverted her thoughts. I
switch up my legs so that my right foot now rests on my left knee. “Whatever.
They’re just a job.”
Full-blown laughter assails my ears. “Oh, honey, don’t try
to pull that crap with me. Braxton Hunte is all that and a bag of chips. And
he’s a free agent now, since he got divorced. With a son who’s his spitting
image, which we both know only ups his appeal. I’m impressed—you’ve figured out
a way to be with him. Brava.”
Both my legs crash down onto my sectional and a scowl
crosses my face. “First, this client—emphasis on client, Joanna—is
going to make me partner. Second, Hunte is a rock band, not a ‘he.’ Third, I
enjoy their music, but I certainly do not have a crush on
them.”
More laughter ensues. “Sure. You keep telling yourself that.
When you’re face to face with Braxton Hunte, remember my words. All your tingly
bits are going to be singing his song.”
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Author Bio
For as long as Arell Rivers can remember, she has been lost in a book. During her senior year in college, she picked up a Danielle Steel novel … and instantly was hooked on romance.
Arell started writing her first novel because the characters were screaming at her to do so. The story started coming out in her dreams and attacking her in the shower, so she took to the computer to shut them up. But they kept talking.
Born and raised in New Jersey, Arell has what some may call a “checkered past.” Prior to discovering her passion for writing romance, she practiced law, was a wedding and event planner and even dabbled in marketing. Arell lives with a very supportive husband and two mischievous cats. When not in her writing cave, Arell is found making dinner in the crock pot, working out with Shaun T or hitting the beach.
Arell is a PAN member (Published Author Network) of the New Jersey chapter of Romance Writers of America.
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