Last week I brought you my review for Rock (you can find it HERE!). Today I am bringing you an excerpt, trailer and a giveaway. I hope you take the time to read it and maybe even grab Rock for yourself!
Title: Rock
Author: J.A. Huss
Genre: Rock-star Romantic Suspense
My American Dream just shattered and they think I did it on purpose. They have sentenced me to hell by sending me back to the last place I want to be. They have people watching me twenty-four-seven. They want the truth about how my band mates died, and they’re going to get it, no matter what.
No matter how hard I fight. No matter how many times I deny it. No matter what it takes, the truth is going to catch up with me.
I am Rowan Kyle Saber. I am RK. I am Rock. Ex-lead-singer for Son of a Jack. Ex-addict, ex-friend, ex-boyfriend, ex-brother… and presently in denial.
Welcome to Grand Lake, Colorado, where all my nightmares started. Welcome to the past. Welcome to the present. Welcome to RK’s fucked up life.
The only thing holding me together is her. But even that might be a lie.
No matter how hard I fight. No matter how many times I deny it. No matter what it takes, the truth is going to catch up with me.
I am Rowan Kyle Saber. I am RK. I am Rock. Ex-lead-singer for Son of a Jack. Ex-addict, ex-friend, ex-boyfriend, ex-brother… and presently in denial.
Welcome to Grand Lake, Colorado, where all my nightmares started. Welcome to the past. Welcome to the present. Welcome to RK’s fucked up life.
The only thing holding me together is her. But even that might be a lie.
“RK,” she whispers, and I swear to God—I swear on all the things I’ve lost and all the things God owes me—she sounds so much like Missy, I let myself buy into the illusion.
She has my dick out before I can shake myself back to reality, and who the fuck wants reality when all it is is death?
Fuck reality. This girl is my girl. She is the exact image. The same voice. A precise copy of the only person I will ever love.
I flip the button on her jeans and rip the zipper down, my hands reaching between her legs, my fingertips sliding into the slick pool of wetness. She moans as I push her back down the hallway and into my room, both of us tripping over the rug covering the faux-antique barn wood planks.
She laughs as we fall, her head hitting the floor hard enough to make her wince. I breathe through the thumping of my heart and place my hand under her head to make sure she’s OK.
She takes that opportunity to fist my cock. I tug her jeans down, backing off enough to drag them down to her knees, then flip her knees up to her chin and place my tongue over her pussy.
I kiss it. Thoroughly. Deeply. I lick and suck her clit until she’s fisting my hair and bucking her hips.
“RK,” she moans, gripping my shoulders, urging me to continue. But now all I can think about is how I never fucked Missy. How she got away and I never even fucked her. Why didn’t I fuck her?
I move to Melanie’s stomach, licking and biting my way up her body until I reach her neck and I bury my face into the scent of her hair as my cock buries itself inside her pussy.
She moans loudly this time. “Jesus,” she says.
I rock into her, my hands cupping her face, my hips grinding against hers. Thrusting, harder, deeper, then slow and soft until she’s urging me to go fast again. I rest my body on top of her chest, dip my head down and bite the sensitive skin of her breast as she cups it and pushes her nipple into my mouth.
Her other hand is on my back, her long fingernails digging into my flesh as I pump her harder and harder.
“I hate you,” she says into my ear, her voice way too soft for the harsh words. “I hate you so much, RK. For leaving me. For leaving this town and never coming back. For being so talented and smart, and so willing to throw it all away.”
But she’s still moving with our shared rhythm as she talks.
“I hate you too,” I croak back, thrusting deep inside her until she buckles underneath me, throws her head back, and comes all over my dick. “I hate you for not being…” I have to force the words out through the pain, because I need her to feel them. I need her to hurt with me. “For not being the one I want.”
Her whole body goes still—and then she grips my shoulders, pushes me back, and manages to get her foot up against my chest even though her jeans are still around her knees.
She kicks and I go flying backwards, crashing my head against the tiled floor. She stands up, hiking her jeans back into place, buttons them. Then she stands over me, straddling my hips, and sinks down until she’s sitting on my stomach.
Her face is nothing but sadness as she reaches for me, placing her warm palms against my cheeks. “You are a sick, sick, man, Rowan Kyle Saber. A very sick man.”
“Melanie—” I croak.
“Fuck you.” She slaps my face and stands back up. “Just fuck you. You should know me better.”
I breathe in her contempt and hate as she walks out.
JA Huss is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than twenty romances. She likes stories about family, loyalty, and extraordinary characters who struggle with basic human emotions while dealing with bigger than life problems. JA loves writing heroes who make you swoon, heroines who makes you jealous, and the perfect Happily Ever After ending.You can chat with her on Facebook (www.facebook.com/AuthorJAHuss), Twitter (@jahuss), and her kick-ass romance blog, New Adult Addiction (www.newadultaddiction.com).
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