by Kasey Lane
Series: Rock 'n' Ink, #1
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 1, 2016
“You confound me. You’re all these maddening contradictions that don’t make any sense… And I can’t get enough of your special brand of beautiful crazy.”
She’s a rocker with attitude and ink…
He’s a sexy suit who gets what he wants
Kevan Landry is trying to keep her life on track and her brother in rehab. If her fledgling marketing firm can sign the hot new band, Manix Curse, it will make a world of difference. Mason Dillon heads the most successful music PR firm in Portland. He’s desperate to breathe new life into the company by signing Manix Curse.
The last thing either one needs is a one-night stand with a smoldering stranger…
The stakes are high when a battle for the band—in the bedroom and the boardroom—becomes a battle of the heart. But if these two can set aside their differences, they may find they’re the right mix of sexy savvy to conquer both their worlds.
Before she could respond, Mason stomped into the green room. With his brow furrowed and his lips thinned, he looked kind of pissed. Apparently, he didn’t like being ignored any more than she did. She cringed inwardly. No, she’d just been busy doing her job. She turned back to Jax.
It’s not like she’d stuck her tongue out at him or anything, but so much for acting mature and giving him a chance. He’d shot that plan to hell when he’d pulled out his bazooka of indifference and put on his CEO costume this morning.
“Kevan,” Mason said with a demanding edge that sent tiny chills racing along her arms.
Looking away from Jax, she turned to see Mason glowering at her. That, in and of itself, wasn’t anything new—he’d been glowering at her since they’d met. Well, alternating between charming, glowering, and smirking. Frickin’ caveman in fancy clothes is what he was. Although, this time something was different. Something in his eyes screamed “seriously pissed off.”
Now we’re getting somewhere.
With the tip of her tongue, Kevan moistened her lower lip. Maybe on purpose. Probably. “Hey, cowboy, was that an awesome show or what?” She reached over and patted Jax’s heavily inked forearm. “You were amazing.”
Jax raised a brow and looked at her with questions dancing in his eyes.
“Go get your stuff, Kevan. I want to talk to Jax.”
Her anger spiked, but she laughed. Is he for real?
“That’s not gonna happen, Mason. I’m busy. And no one tells me what to do.” She turned back to Jax and opened her mouth to say something. An arm reached around her waist and pulled her backward into a very big, hard body. Oh God, his very big, hard body. The full length of her back made contact with the front of his chest.
Pulling her off to the side, he arched over her and leaned in to whisper in her ear, his breath hot on the back of her neck. “You think I’m angry because you’ve ignored me all day. I’m not. I get you’re trying to pay me back for not being attentive or including you this morning. I won’t ignore you again. But it’s time to go.” She felt her nipples harden and her breath quicken. Surely he could feel her heart pounding against her chest, trying to escape.
“If you’re not mad, then what the hell are you freaking out about?” she spit out.
“Gave you the space you needed. Let you take care of business all night. Watched as every man in this stadium undressed you with their eyes. Work is done. My penance has been paid. It’s time to go,” he growled loud enough for a couple of people to look up from their conversations.
He dragged her even farther away from the crowd. “Enough. You’re done here, darlin’. Go. Get. Your. Things. I need to talk to Jax. Then I’m going to carry your ass back to our RV, because I can’t wait for you to walk there. Then I’m going yank up your dress and rip off your panties.”
Kevan’s chest heaved, and she involuntarily fanned her face. How had she not realized how hot it was in the room? Had it been so hot in here all night?
“Unless you say ‘no’ now, I’m going to bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you until you can’t remember your own name. Until all you can think about is me. Do you understand?” All the smart words and clever comebacks she’d formed in her head flew out of her brain. She had nothing.
“Answer me, Kevan. Do you understand?” Almost sweet, even in the midst of his totally unacceptable caveman behavior—which should really offend her, not excite her—he was giving her an out.
Butterflies took flight in her belly as she looked up at Jax, who was watching the scene unfold, the lines on his face deepening. She nodded. With what felt like a Herculean effort, she untangled from Mason’s grasp and walked over to Jax.
“It’s fine. I just need Mason. I mean, Mason needs to go over tomorrow’s schedule.”
With a skeptical look, he nodded and hugged her. “You know where I am if you need me.”
She planted a light kiss on his cheek. Jax was a good guy and was becoming a great friend.
“I do.” She turned and searched the room for her bag while Mason approached Jax. She hesitated, then realized both men could handle their alpha-selves without her help. Let them figure it out. She had a bag to find and a man to bag. In that order.
Award-winning debut author KASEY LANE writes sexy romances featuring music, hot guys with ink, kick-ass women, and always a happily ever after. A California transplant, she lives with her high school crush turned husband, two smart but devilish kids, two Papillons, three cats, and several chickens in the lush Oregon forest.