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Title: HARD RHYTHM
Author: Cecilia Tan
Series: Secrets Of A Rock Star,
#3
On Sale: January 31, 2017
Publisher: Forever
Trade Paperback: $12.99 USD
eBook: $5.99 USD
Are they ready to go all the way?
Maddie Rofel has seen it all.
Even the kinkiest games she witnesses working as a hostess in L.A.'s most
exclusive private sex club fail to shock her, much less turn her on. Until the
night she has a very personal encounter with drummer Chino Garcia, and the two
discover an intimate connection neither can deny. Suddenly the jaded hostess is
softening under Chino's touch, and submitting in ways she never expected . . .
All his life, Chino has been
running from something. Normally he beats back his demons by losing himself in
his music. Now he's losing himself in Maddie. And, while it drives Chino wild
when Maddie bares her body to him, what he really wants is for Maddie to bare
her soul. For that, Chino will have to push Maddie past her furthest limits-and
share his own dark secrets.
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THE SECRETS OF A ROCK STAR SERIES
TAKING THE LEAD, #1
WILD LICKS, #2
HARD RHYTHM, #3
The final house was another split-level, built
into the hill. The top floor had a patio, most of the bedrooms were on the
middle floors, and the garage sat at the bottom.
As we entered the foyer we ran into the real
estate agent, another woman, this one middle-aged. Her suit was dove gray, her
scarf a riot of pinks and yellows like an Easter basket. “Welcome,” she said,
and held out her hand to shake ours. “Mr. and Mrs.…?”
“Jones,” Chino said with a broad smile before
leading me away to explore the property.
One of the bedrooms was built into the hill and
only had one tiny window. As we took a turn through the room I said, “Here’s
where we’d build the private dungeon, don’t you think, Mr. Jones?”
He slid up behind me, his hands fitting around my
hips. “Would we? What would we furnish it with?”
“With all this wall space you could have a St.
Andrew’s Cross over there, hang all the floggers and whips here, a sling
there—”
“A sling?”
“Definitely,” I said with a knowing nod.
He slid his hand up my body until two fingers were
holding my chin. “I like your…taste in interior decoration,” he said as he
turned my head to the side. His grip tightened suddenly and I realized he had
my other arm by the wrist, effectively trapping me in his embrace while he took
lush liberties with his tongue in my mouth. He tasted dark and sweet and fresh
all at once, and as I sucked in a breath I could feel how tightly he held me,
the heat of his skin soaking through his shirt and warming my back. I could
imagine us in the room outfitted as a dungeon, getting ready to play in it for
the first time, and all the unfulfilled desire from last night flooded me once
again.
We separated quickly when the realtor brought
another couple into the room. I was flushed, my breath heaving, my lips tingling,
but the realtor just smiled and the male half of the couple gave Chino a wink.
“Picking out drapes is my kink,” Chino said to the
guy, as he slipped his sunglasses on.
He led me back to the car by the hand. It took me
an unsteady moment to climb into my seat.
He started the engine but didn’t pull away,
turning to me instead and saying, “So. This sexual chemistry thing.”
“Yeah?” I said, still reeling in a happy, hormonal
daze. “I mean, yeah.”
He smiled. “Not just me, then.”
“Fuck no.”
“Tsk.
You’re supposed to say fuck yes.”
“You’re the one who said no to fucking me last
night.” I couldn’t resist needling him about it since I couldn’t outright
complain. I knew he’d done the responsible thing, the right thing, but I wasn’t
used to being strung along and hunger for him gnawed at me.
He looked at the beads and silver on his arm and I
realized he had a watch on, too. “When I fuck, I like to take my time. And
we’ve got to get you back to town before five o’clock.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Cecilia Tan writes about her many
passions, from erotic fantasy to baseball. Not only is she an author, but she
has also edited more than fifty erotic anthologies and founded her own
publishing house, Circlet Press. Her short fiction has appeared in numerous
magazines and her nonfiction on baseball has been in Baseball Ink, Gotham
Baseball magazine, Yankees magazine, Yankees Annual, and elsewhere. Cecilia
currently resides in Cambridge, Massachusetts.
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