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Excerpt: Meet Killian and Liberty
I turn my head. His gaze burns into me, those dark eyes glossy with heat. My stomach dips and swirls.
He doesn’t look away. “Your voice is so fucking beautiful, Liberty Bell. Like sex on Sunday.”
A shuddering breath leaves me.
God, I’m stripped by that dark gaze. And it feels good.
“You should use that,” I rasp past the lump in my throat. “‘Like sex on Sunday.’ It’s a good lyric.”
Killian huffs. “Take the compliment, baby doll.”
“Baby doll?” I glare up at the ceiling. “You’re trying to annoy me, aren’t you?”
“Honestly? It just slipped out.”
Shocked, I look back at him. He doesn’t flinch but returns my stare as if daring me to protest any further. Doing a stare-off with Killian isn’t easy. His eyes are too expressive. One little quirk of those sweeping dark brows conveys entire sentences. We have a conversation without saying a word:
Go on, tell me how you don’t like having a nickname.
Liar. You love it.
How would you like to be called baby doll?
It depends. Are we naked in this scenario? Because you can call me anything you want then.
Okay, I probably imagined that last exchange. That’s the other problem with staring at Killian; I become too aware of how hot he is. I have no defense against that. His chiseled features, especially that slightly pouty bottom lip, have all my thoughts drifting to sex.
Maybe he knows this because he suddenly chuckles, low and lazy. “I won,” he drawls and plucks the B string on his guitar like a victory note.
I roll my eyes and try not to smile. “Go on and write your song, pretty boy.”
“Tell me more about how pretty I am, and I will. Use specific details.”
He catches the ice cube I throw at him and slips it between his lips, sucking it with a teasing hum of enjoyment. The muscles low in my belly clench in response, and I have to shut out the sight by closing my eyes. God, that mouth. It’d be cold now. And my skin is so hot...
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Contemporary Romance Stand-alone
I found Killian drunk and sprawled out on my lawn like some lost prince. With the face of a god and the arrogance to match, the pest won't leave. Sexy, charming, and just a little bit dirty, he's slowly wearing me down, making me crave more.
He could be mine if I dare to claim him. Problem is, the world thinks he's theirs. How do you keep an idol when everyone is intent on taking him away?
As lead singer for the biggest rock band in the world, I lived a life of dreams. It all fell apart with one fateful decision. Now everything is in shambles.
Until Liberty. She's grouchy, a recluse --and kind of cute. Scratch that. When I get my hands on her, she is scorching hot and more addictive than all the fans who've screamed my name.
The world is clamoring for me to get back on stage, but I'm not willing to leave her. I've got to find a way to coax the hermit from her shell and keep her with me. Because, with Libby, everything has changed. Everything.