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It has been a long time between blog posts but I have been busy, busy writing and editing and meeting deadlines as well as teaching (my day job) and looking after my hubbie and three boys (my life). Life has been great and this week got even more exciting with the release of Drummer Girl, the second book in the Moonstone Series.
So read on below to find out more about Shawna and Adam, read an EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT of Drummer Girl.
And to celebrate I am giving away a free copy of Drummer Girl!! Enter the raffle copter below.
Shawna Gill is living two lives. That of the good, obedient minister’s daughter still seeking redemption for a mistake she made years ago and that of a passionate, talented percussionist for all girl band Moonstone. For years she has done a brilliant job at keeping her two worlds and her two persona's separate. But that is all about to change.
When asked to fill in for up and coming rock band The Lair on their new album she jumps at the chance, even though it means working with her nemesis Adam Wilson. Adam represents everything Shawna has tried to avoid and she is determined to avoid him at all costs, even if it means denying what she wants and how she feels. Because Shawna is not just protecting herself, but she is protecting a secret she has been hiding for six years. A secret more precious than her own heart.
“What do you want, Adam?” she asked wearily.
I moved into the dressing room which was still empty, making my way over to her until I was close. “You.” I said it without thinking, it just came out, but the moment I said it, the moment my word hit the air around us I knew it was true. They were everything I’d been thinking for weeks now, everything I’d been feeling but too scared to admit.
She blinked. “Excuse me.”
“I miss you,” I tried again, “we all miss you.”
She exhaled. “Oh. I’m sorry about leaving you guys like that … I just, I couldn’t…” She stopped talking and lowered her eyes to her hands.
Reaching out a hand I lifted her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes. “Shawna…”
She shook her head, “I just had too much going on already. With school and my family and church commitments. Even Moonstone…”
“You aren’t thinking of quitting the band are you?”
“Yes”—she paused—“no. I don’t know. I mean, I don’t want to but I’m not sure where this is all headed and I need some direction right now. I need to be able to see my future.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked. “No one can see what will happen in the future. All we have is the present, right here and right now.”
She nodded but I got the feeling she didn’t quite believe me.
“You love Moonstone,” I pushed, “you love playing drums. It’s part of who you are.”
She smiled, “You don’t even know who I am.”
“Well that is where you are wrong,” I said, offering her a small smile. I let my eyes roam over her face, over her body, which still glistened with perspiration from the show. She smelled amazing, like strawberries and something else, something primal that made my stomach harden. “I know you’re smart and sassy, I know you’ve got a tongue that could cut steel, I know you’re generous and willing to help people, and I know that you’re beautiful and fucking unbelievably sexy.”
I watched as color crept slowly up her throat and then her cheeks. She swallowed and licked her lips, my words obviously having an effect on her. Heartened I kept talking.
“I know you’re talented but scared at the same time,” I said, “vulnerable, but stronger than you think. I know that when you look at me like that I want to kiss you so fucking hard that no one will ever be able to kiss you again.”
“Adam…” her eyes went wide and round but she didn’t make any moves to step away from me as I came closer, until my body was flush against hers and she had to tilt her head right back to maintain eye contact. Her pupils dilated and our bodies were so close I could feel the rapid pulse of her heart in her chest.
“I know all this because I know you, Shawna,” I continued, “because I know what you need and what you want and I know right now, you want me to kiss you.”
I waited a split second, gave her half a chance to deny it before I lowered my head and kissed her. It wasn’t a light, gentle kiss this time, it was something I’d kept pent up for some time and which I could only now release. I pressed her back against the makeup counter, hoisting her up so her legs wrapped around my waist as I continued the assault on her mouth. Her lips parted willingly for me and her tongue met mine in a delicious, decadent dance. When I heard her make that little sound in the back of her throat I thought I’d gone to heaven and I wanted nothing more than to hear it again, to do things to make her squeal and squirm with pleasure, to buck beneath me and call out my name.
Her hands roamed over my back before inching under my t-shirt to touch bare skin. I groaned into her mouth, sucking on her lower lip as she ran her hands up my back, lifting my t-shirt as she went. Barely breaking the kiss I reached back and tugged the shirt off and over my head before coming back to her. With just her thin tank top between us I could feel the warmth of her body, touch the coolness of her skin and feel it contrast to the hardness and the heat of mine. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more.
My lips left hers and traced hot kisses down her throat, sucking and biting and tasting. She was divine, like strawberries and cream and I wondered if I’d ever get enough. If I’d ever be able to get as close as I wanted to with her.
Tugging on the straps of her tank top I pushed them down to the lace bra she wore underneath. I groaned, my eyes lighting on her breasts and the cherry red nipples peeking through the fabric. Her hands went to my head and she arched her back, giving me access to where I wanted to be. My mouth closed over the delicate lace and I sucked hard, feeling her harden against my tongue as my other hand went to the other breast, pinching and squeezing it and giving it as much as attention as the other one.
Her hands were running over me as if she couldn’t get enough which was good because that was exactly how I felt. Lifting my head I peered at her for a second, taking in the plump, parted lips, the sweet, soft pants, the way her chest rose and fell, the way she gazed up at me with hooded eyes, her pupils dilated. Fuck she was beautiful and I wanted more.
Using my foot I kicked the door to the dressing room closed, noting that no one had bothered us anyhow for a few minutes. Obviously they’d seen what was going on and had retired elsewhere, but I didn’t need to think about that now, I just wanted to think about Shawna and losing myself in everything Shawna.
“Adam,” she whispered in my mouth as my mouth slanted over hers, demanding more which she eagerly gave.
I was having trouble controlling my breathing now and the massive erection that I pressed into the core of her, desperate to feel her heat wrapped around me. Not here though, I told myself, I couldn’t take her here, backstage of a shitty bar with a bunch of people waiting for us outside. She deserved better than that and I knew I was capable of giving better than that.
A rapping on the door interrupted us and I stepped back, almost stumbling away from Shawna as the knocking coincided with my own nagging thoughts. Shawna blinked, her mouth still parted from the kiss and looked at me before she colored and stared at the ground.
I opened my own mouth to say something several times and then closed it.
“You should go,” she said after a long moment, her eyes heavy and hooded, and her breath still coming in short pants. “No wait, I should go … no…”
I stared hard at her and had the terrible feeling that I’d fucked things royally this time.
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