I wrote Star Stuck, a story that has been playing over in my head for many years, last year and I had so much fun putting together the story of international rock star Jagger Arch and sweet Aria Bloom. I simply adore the English countryside and the castles and somehow taking a rock star and setting him up in a castle just made sense? And of course soul mates, destined lovers and the like just melt my heart.
So Star Struck is now available! I have added the buy links below, but in them meantime here is a little sneak peak inside. And yes, sexy Ashley Bennett's story is coming soon.
I blinked at him, my lungs pressing against my ribs. I couldn’t breathe. Was he saying that I had done this? That I inspired that beautiful music? My first instinct was to deny such a preposterous statement, and then I thought about the large canvas set up in my room, the image of Jag I was painting, the vivid energy I was able to capture on a two-dimensional surface. Already, even though it was only a quarter done, I could tell it was one of the best things I’d done to date.
I was inspired.
My body trembled and I found my feet moving toward him of their own accord. A few people moved out the way for me, parting for me, like they’d done for him. I had no idea what I was doing. I think, if it hadn’t been for her, I might have run up on stage and thrown myself into his arms right then and there.
But as I moved, stepping just a few feet from where I stood, I heard a girl, just one girl, mutter. “Really? Her? I don’t get it.”
And my feet stilled. Humiliation washed over me at her words, and everything I’d thought a moment ago fled. Who was I kidding? We had nothing in common. He was years older than me, he had more experience in everything, and I was nothing but the girl next door with a stupid tattoo he thought meant something. But for how long? Was Eliza right and he was only interested because I was playing hard to get? Only I wasn’t playing, of course, and he’d already had me.
Blinking back hot tears, I turned and made my way back behind the bar, disappearing into the kitchen. Without stopping and without looking at anyone, I made my way out the back, into the alley behind the pub. It stank, but I didn’t care. I needed the cool night air to settle my rattled senses.
Inside I could hear the guitar start up again and then Jag’s voice begin to sing. God, I’d almost made the biggest fool of myself, I realized. I was glad I’d heard the girl’s words. She’d stopped me from doing something rash.
She’d stopped me from doing something that I desperately wanted to do.
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