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Hidden in the Stars (H.I.T.S)
Book 2 in The Falling Stars Series
When you’re Jackson Shaw, guitarist of The Forgotten, and your hearts been broken, shattered by the deception of a woman you thought was the one. You can’t hide from cameras and millions of fans hanging on every dirty detail printed and posted.
What you can do, is swear off love and dull the ache with gorgeous women who look nothing like that girl who tore you apart. A supermodel girlfriend and sexplicit escapades splashed across the tabloids is the ultimate revenge. It’s also the perfect way to hide your pain in the media. But when the ache turns to a hollow pit, and there isn’t enough sex, drugs, or alcohol to fill the emptiness, what do you do?
You cut your losses and head to L.A. to mentor the latest reality talent show. You follow an old friend into a world where the art of the tease and bump and grind were perfected. Where the sound of her voice calls to every primal instinct buried within your body and makes the demand for your attention.
Jackson’s an addict, and just one taste puts him back in the precarious position of falling in love with a woman who’s mastered the art of ensnaring and teasing.
Outside, my car sits at the curb, the driver waiting as I sign some autographs. While taking some pictures with fans, two women walking by catch my attention.
“Did you even realize who was at that table?” The one with long, dark, wavy hair laughs. “I mean, let’s just for a minute acknowledge that you just sang to two of the members from Corrosive Velocity and Jackson Shaw! Like, from The Forgotten, Jackson Shaw.”
“Sid, keep it down.” The other hisses so low, I’m almost unable to hear her.
Realizing this is my snake charmer, I slip into autopilot with the gathering fans: nod, smile, and sign.
“You’ve got to be more excited. I mean, the man is seven feet of lickable body graffiti. Whew! I’d climb his beanstalk any day.”
I cover my laugh with a cough, not wanting to give away my eavesdropping. This Sid girl is fucking hilarious.
“You’re awful.” My snake charmer laughs.
“No, I’m horny. With the lack of horizontal action in my life, I’m worked up from watching you and the girls. Then for the fates to put rock star hotness just a few feet away and not one of them attainable…it’s just not fair,” she sighs heavily. “I don’t know how you could slink around their table and not be a big, sloppy, wet mess.”
“Eww, gross, Sid.” Her voice rises and the musical quality of the laugh following her words stirs my body to life.
Deciding it’s time to formally introduce myself, I try to step around the fans. But they cram in tight and a bus rolls to a stop in front of them.
“What I wouldn’t give to have your body!” the brunette exclaims, stepping onto the bus.
The comment brings my attention to her figure. Huh, there’s nothing wrong with her. She’s got amazing curves. Hell, she’s Xavier’s wet dream. It would be pure testosterone driven desire.
The blonde steps up behind her, scolding her for the comment. I continue weaving through the crowd, but by the time I get close enough, the bus is already down the street.
Sam, my driver, appears, moving in next to me. He herds the crowd and gives me a questioning look before motioning toward the car. Nodding, I let him guide me into the anonymity of the dark backseat.
Tonight, I’d go back to the hotel, but his wasn’t the end of things. My snake charmer needs a lesson on how to sing my name while on her back beneath me.
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Sadie Grubor writes contemporary romance with sexy times and secondary characters who almost steal the show.