There was such a clash between the cover (no, I’m not sold on those suspenders but I understand he’s a rock-start and their looks can get odd at times), the title and the story that I got curious, and it worked pretty well because the story looks like a very good one. Also, for the new followers, I have a soft spot for rock stars (shocking, I know…).
The story is Flowers On The Wall by Mary J. Williams (Hart of Rock and Roll, #1), an Adult, Contemporary, Romance.
Ryder is the most romantic rocker ever!!!~~Amazon Review
From the bestselling HART OF ROCK AND ROLL series. An epic STANDALONE story about, redemption, love, friendship… and music. Because every great romance needs some HART.
Ryder Hart. Rock God. Brother. Protector. Wounded Soul.
Quinn Abernathy. Photographer. Daughter. Healer of Souls.
Ryder Hart came up the hard way. From his childhood, to scratching his way to the top of the charts. Every moment was a struggle. Now that he’s at the top, nothing will take him down. Not even a secret so dark it invades his dreams and haunts his waking hours.
Quinn Abernathy’s hunger for success is no less than Ryder’s. If she wants to succeed in the highly competitive world of photography, she can’t let anything, or anyone, get in her way. Until Ryder. He makes her long for more than she ever thought possible.
Music is Ryder’s life. There isn’t room for a woman like Quinn Abernathy.
A woman who asks for nothing, but wants it all.
Grab this standalone novel now.
“You want me. I’ve made no bones about how I feel.” Ryder moved as close as possible without touching her. “If you hadn’t set a wall of morality and ideals between us, we could be sharing a bed by now.”
“That’s an arrogant assumption.” True, but arrogant.
“Normally, I respect a person’s boundaries. Especially a woman’s. But I’m on the edge, Quinn.” Ryder’s gaze dropped to her lips. “On a good day, you are a temptation I find hard to resist.”
“You wouldn’t force me.” Quinn had no doubt about that.
“Who said anything about force?” Lightly, but with intent, Ryder touched her cheek with his index finger. Quinn leaned into his caress without a second thought. Ryder gave a low, satisfied laugh. “See? One touch and I can see the pulse at the base of your throat fluttering like mad. There’s a lovely flush on your skin. Protest all you want. Your body doesn’t lie.”
“I’m not protesting.”
“Jesus, Quinn.” The green flecks in Ryder’s eyes almost glowed. “You shouldn’t have said that.”
Quinn braced for Ryder’s kiss, expecting it to be hard and desperate. It was all that, but what she hadn’t expected was that her need would be as out of control as his.
It was a kiss like nothing Quinn had known. A wild intensity surged through her blood. She felt fierce. Strong. Invincible. She threaded her fingers through Ryder’s dark, wavy hair, pulling him closer—if that were possible. They were fused together, the heat unbearable and beautiful all at once.
Have your favorite football team lose the Super Bowl.
On the last play.
With an interception.
The next day I was so depressed I tuned out all media. No TV, no internet, no newspapers–nothing. And I started to write. I’m still writing.
As you can see, a little motivation can do wonders.
Football will play a big part in a series of books due out next year. And since I’m writing the ending? No interceptions. Guaranteed.
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