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My heartbeat sped up, and then in the next second, I was in front of the lead singer of Def Deception. I stood, unblinking, my eyes taking in every detail of him from his chiseled jaw to his sparkling eyes to the scar right above his eyebrow. He tipped his head, sporting a crooked smile.
A smile so panty-dropping gorgeous that the teenage butterflies in my stomach fainted and then were brought back to life again, causing a frenzy in my belly. All from his crooked smile.
The magazines did not do him justice. He was most definitely more handsome than my calendar that Chloe had gotten me for Christmas. His eyes were the greenest of greens, just like emeralds or as vibrant as a newly manicured lawn.
The bodyguard released my elbow, and I stepped closer, my left yellow Converse hitting his black leather boot.
I heard him clearly, yet it was as though my mouth had been wired shut. I lost all ability to speak, think, or utter my own name.
Chloe nudged my shoulder. “I’m Chloe, and this is Sam.”
He didn’t tear his eyes from mine as he shook Chloe’s hand first and then reached for my waist where I had to bend down to hear what he had to say. “Is Sam short for Samantha?” His warm breath tickled my skin and caused goose bumps to spread down my neck.
Hawke is touching me. Hawke. Is. Touching. Me.
I pulled back and nodded, still mesmerized by his beauty and trying to keep my cool. I inhaled deeply and coughed because I had, at some point, forgotten to exhale. I guessed breathing normally in his vicinity was not possible.
His fingertips grazed the bare skin at my waist and he pulled me onto his lap. One minute ago, I had been a girl just hoping to see her rock idol, and now, I was straddling him, knees on either side of his waist.
That seemed to break me from my trance, and I pushed at his chest. “Wait.”
“Relax.” He planted his hands on my hips to keep me still. “Sam, relax.”
Like that was even possible. I was straddling Hawke Calvin. And there I was again, dazed and confused at the sound of my name falling from his lips.
“Is there something you wanted, sexy?” His eyes smoldered, and his tone dropped an octave lower.
Me, sexy? Okay, sure. What did I want?
I gulped. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, like mixed-up computer code.
He licked his lips as his fingertips drew tiny circles on my hips, triggering tingles throughout my body. From the look in his eyes, I knew what he wanted.
But I couldn’t. We wouldn’t.
I snapped myself back to reality.
“No…it’s not what you’re thinking.” I shifted forward to get the postcard from my back pocket and froze when I felt his hard length against my inner thigh.
Any sort of reasoning flew out the door. I wasn’t a virgin. I’d been in two long-term, failed relationships, but I didn’t sleep around. One-night flings were not in my vocabulary. Even with a rock star.
Breathe. Just breathe.
Who knew if he was aroused by me? For all I knew, he wore a rock-star boner from the moment he woke up until his head hit the pillow.
“Never mind.” Forget the autograph. I tried to wiggle off, but his hands only tightened against my waist. “Can you let go?”
“Is that what you really want?” His crooked smirk was enough to melt me again, but I was not that girl.
“No, I wanted an autograph, but I’m not really comfortable…right now.” Something snapped within me, through all the weed and smoke in the air and the loud music. Yes! Clarity and sanity and virtue had arrived.
He was a gorgeous face and had a beautiful voice, but I was a relationship kind of girl. My stomach dropped at the total letdown in meeting him. I’d had such high expectations. I’d wanted to pick his brain about his music, about his songs and the inspiration behind the lyrics to his tunes.
But the typical rock star only wanted one thing. Crushing disappointment seeped into my skin.
“What do you want me to autograph?” The glint of the strobe lights caught the green in his eyes.
Because his voice didn’t have that same sexual intonation as it had a second ago, I pulled the postcard of the band from my back pocket and handed it to him. “This.”
He tipped his chin toward his bodyguard, and the big guy handed him a pen. It was like they could communicate without actually using words.
He held the pen in his hand and sucked in his bottom lip. “See, I don’t give anything up without getting something in return.”
My eyebrows jumped to my hairline. “Right here? Sorry, it’s not happening.” My response shot out quick, steady, automatic. I wasn’t going to have a public exhibition for everyone to see.
“No.” His eyes danced with amusement. “One kiss.”
My body tensed. I didn’t like being forced into something. Never had. But this was a no-brainer.
Did I want to kiss one of the biggest rock stars in the world?
Forbes’s richest entertainer? People’s sexiest man alive? The lead singer of Def Deception?
I nodded, my heart leaping into my throat, and then before I could say anything, it happened. He leaned forward, his lips meeting mine, and a flame ignited my whole body. His kiss was overwhelming. Warm at first but fire the next. Tingles initiated at our connection, even reaching to the tips of my tiny toes.
A moan escaped him as the pen slipped from his hand and hit my arm. One hand reached under my shirt to my bare back while the other grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me closer, flush against him. My pulse raced, and my skin warmed as he groaned and deepened our kiss.
Sanity had left, and so had clarity. Soon, my panties would be next.
With one flick of his tongue, I opened and breathed him in, his musky cologne with a hint of spice. His tongue intertwined with mine. His hard mouth devoured my softness.
My hands reached for his hair, lying just above his neck. It was soft and silky, and I gently tugged at the strands.
His touch and the scent of him were like drugs lulling me toward nirvana.
When he forcefully moved my body against his erection, my breathing labored, and my body heated. I pulled back, and my heart jumped into my throat. Our eyes locked, both of us a little dazed and a lot breathless.
He leaned in again to meet my lips, but I pressed him back with one hand to his chest.
Without giving myself another second, I scrambled from his lap, almost losing my footing in the process. He reached for my hand, but I pulled away, biting my lip, the stinging pain snapping me back to the present.
I pressed a hand to my thumping heart as it all became so real. I had just made out with Hawke Calvin, doing the Humpty Dance on his crotch.
And, now, I was leaving with my clothes on and my integrity intact.
I believe in fairy tales — the kind where a knight in shining armor sweeps me off my feet. Coming from a broken home, fairy tales housed the hope I clung to. Never in my life did I imagine two knights coming into my life— two knights that wore very different armor.
A rockstar versus a lawyer.
Fast and furious versus deliberate and calculated.
Intense and passionate versus strong and devoted.
Chaos versus stability.
I fell in love with one in the craziness of a concert.
I fell in love with the other in the silence of his compassion.
And now I am Torn Between Two.
Coming This February...
Single choices like bricks laid out in a path. A path that leads to your future.
At twenty four years old, I would have never guessed I would be stuck between two men—two men from opposite spectrums of the universe.
Their lives, their worlds, their demeanor is as different as the darkest of nights and the lightest of days.
I love them both, but I have to choose.
There is only one choice I can make.
And I choose forever.
Most of the time, she can be caught on the train with her nose in a book sporting a cheeky grin because the main characters finally get their happily-ever-after at the end.
She loves reading about happy endings but has more fun writing them.
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