Title: Blackthorne
Author: Lexxie Couper
Date of Publication: October 28th 2014
Synopsis
Rhythm is in his genes. She is in his heart.
Heart of Fame, Book 8
Caitlin Reynolds doesn’t care if the rock star lookalike
trying to get into her bar is who he says he is. Sticking to the rules is a big
reason the Chaos Room is the hottest velvet rope in Sydney.
Okay, so he’s freaking hot, but she’s been ignoring her
hormones since her fiancé left her to go be a doctor in Somalia and then went
missing.
After a shattered knee ended his promising soccer career, it
seemed only natural for Josh Blackthorne to follow in his father’s rock-god
footsteps. Now he’s a megastar, lusted after by women—and men—the world over.
But he’s been in lust with Caitlin since he saw her picture years ago.
When Caitlin realizes Josh is who he says he is, she’s the
first to make it right. But no matter how badly his seduction makes her want to
melt into his arms, there’s a ghost hanging over their heads. A ghost who turns
out to be not so legally dead after all…
Warning: Contains a rock star who’s livin’ the dream and livin’ it large, a self-made businesswoman with a weakness for a cheeky smile, and a red-hot battle of tormented wills. May stimulate a desire to throw your panties onto the nearest stage.
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Excerpt
“Are you really Josh Blackthorne?” one of them shouted over
the pounding music, damn near quivering. “We saw you outside. I said you were.
Izzy said you couldn’t be.”
Josh slid his gaze to the blonde beside her, unable to miss
the awed hunger in her stare. “You Izzy?” he shouted, maneuvering out of the
way of more groping hands. It had been a while since he’d ventured out in public
without his bodyguard in tow. He’d forgotten how quickly people ditched the
concept of personal space and boundaries when a celebrity was concerned.
The blonde nodded with such gusto and enthusiasm, Josh’s
neck ached on her behalf. “Yes!” she squealed, jiggling about with excitement.
If she weren’t careful, she’d fall out of the plunging neckline of her
skin-tight top.
Inching back a step, he flashed her a broad smile. “You were
right. I’m not. Just look like him.”
As one, the women all let out disappointed groans, loud
enough he could hear them over the thumping hip-hop the DJ was playing.
Speaking of DJs, Josh wondered when the guy was going to cue up something
decent.
He dropped another wink at the devastated women. “Have fun.”
Returning to his search for Caitlin, he noted all the
predatory inspections directed his way. He wouldn’t be able to use the
I-just-look-like-Blackthorne ruse for much longer. Hopefully, he would find his
prey and have her out the back in some quiet room before the Chaos Room’s
patrons realized who he was. Maybe with his hips pinning her to the wall, his
lips traveling over her neck as he held her wrists above her head with one hand
and slowly inched the hemline of that Iron Man shirt of hers up her ribcage
with the other, seeking breasts he knew would be full and round and glorious in
his hands.
His cock throbbed, thoroughly okay with that scenario.
A few more interruptions of his search, a few more gropey
fans and a few more denials of who he was later, he saw her. She was standing
by the DJ’s station, arms crossed over her amazing breasts, jaw set, gaze
taking in everything around her.
“Booyah,” he murmured, echoing his bass player’s exclamation
for when things were going exactly as they should.
He weaved his way through the crowd, doing his best not to
limp, coming at her from the side. He didn’t want to risk scaring her off
before he had a chance to make his first move. If he didn’t count showing her
up outside with the phone call to her uncle as his first move. It hadn’t exactly
been a move, but it had been lots of fun.
Drawing to a halt on her right, he lowered his head to hers
and brushed his lips against her ears. “Hey.”
She let out a yelp, spun to face him and punched something
hard up into his solar plexus.
“Fuck!” he choked out, staggering back a step. Pain lanced
through his body. His breath squeezed from him in a wheezy gasp. Whoa, she’d
hit him.
“What the hell are you doing?” Incredulous anger shone in
her eyes. Visible tension claimed her shoulders.
Josh pressed his palm to his chest and gave the point of
unexpectedly violent contact a rub. “Trying to get your attention?” Damn, he
could hardly breathe. “What did you hit me with? A sledgehammer?”
She narrowed her stare at him. “Yeah, I keep a sledgehammer on
me at all times in case arrogant rock stars try to hit on me.”
He let out a wheezy chuckle, rubbing at his solar plexus
again. “Damn, you’re a prickly one, aren’t you? And who says I’m trying to hit
on you? Can’t a guy just say hello? Given that he knows your uncle?”
Uncertainty flickered over her face. Cautious doubt swam in
her eyes. Her eyebrows, straight and dark and oh, so serious, dipped. The
tension in her body remained. A tickle of intrigue stirred in Josh’s gut. In
all the photos he’d seen of her in her uncle’s LA home, she’d been laughing and
smiling. There’d been a cheeky mischief about her. A relaxed playfulness. Where
was that Caitlin?
She caught her bottom lip with her teeth for a second before
frowning deeper. “You weren’t trying to hit on me?”
“Actually, I was,” he answered with a smirk, determined to
make her laugh. He’d spent more than one extended length of time in the shower
thinking of her laughing image in those photos, his hand taking care of the
steel in his groin as he did so. “But I was going to do it with charm and
subtle grace.”
The Heart of Fame Series
Love's Rhythm (Heart of Fame, #1)
Muscle For Hire (Heart of Fame, #2)
Guarded Desires (Heart of Fame, #3)
Steady Beat (Heart of Fame, #4)
Lead Me On (Heart of Fame, #5)
Blame it on the Bass (Heart of Fame, #6)
Getting Played (Heart of Fame, #7)
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About the Author
Lexxie Couper started writing when she was six and hasn’t
stopped since. She’s not a deviant, but she does have a deviant’s imagination
and a desire to entertain readers with her words. Add the two together and you
get erotic romances that can make you laugh, cry, shake with fear or tremble
with desire. Sometimes all at once.
When she’s not submerged in the worlds she creates, Lexxie’s
life revolves around her family, a husband who thinks she’s insane, a indoor
cat who likes to stalk shadows, and her daughters, who both utterly captured
her heart and changed her life forever.
Having no idea how old she really is, Lexxie decided to go
with 27 and has been that age for quite some time now. It’s the best of both
worlds – old enough to act mature, young enough to be silly.
Lexxie lives by two simple rules – measure your success not
by how much money you have, but by how often you laugh, and always try
everything at least once. As a consequence, she’s laughed her way through many
an eyebrow raising adventure.
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