Titolo: Breaking the storm
Autore: Sedona Venez
Genere: New adult paranormal, romance
Trama: I wanted Knox. There was no need to deny that fact.
Knox was the type of guy you gravitated to, who stood out in the crowd. It wasn’t just his classically good-looking features and perpetual five o’clock shadow. It was his raw energy that entranced me, that made me feel like a giggly, fumbling high school girl, happy to be in his presence.
Yes, there’s no denying it, front man Knox Gunner was a sexy badass.
It didn’t matter that he initially thought I was some bored, rich girl trying to live out some wild fantasy of being with a starving musician. It was uncomplicated and that’s what we both wanted. At least that’s what I convinced myself. I wasn’t ready to admit to myself that my feelings for Knox were getting dangerously deep—waiting to lay siege on my heart. I was falling for him… and this was dangerous. The rules were clear: falling in love would obligate me to expose what I truly was, setting in motion his slow march to death.
Trama: I wanted Knox. There was no need to deny that fact.
Knox was the type of guy you gravitated to, who stood out in the crowd. It wasn’t just his classically good-looking features and perpetual five o’clock shadow. It was his raw energy that entranced me, that made me feel like a giggly, fumbling high school girl, happy to be in his presence.
Yes, there’s no denying it, front man Knox Gunner was a sexy badass.
It didn’t matter that he initially thought I was some bored, rich girl trying to live out some wild fantasy of being with a starving musician. It was uncomplicated and that’s what we both wanted. At least that’s what I convinced myself. I wasn’t ready to admit to myself that my feelings for Knox were getting dangerously deep—waiting to lay siege on my heart. I was falling for him… and this was dangerous. The rules were clear: falling in love would obligate me to expose what I truly was, setting in motion his slow march to death.
T.L. Clarke writing as Sedona Venez: TLC is a NYC girl (go Brooklyn!) and is obsessed with books. She also has a borderline unhealthy obsession with her iPad. Her favorite books… anything with rockers, hot alpha men and wolf shifters! Her true love for writing blossomed when she began to write New Adult and Adult novels with romance, music, and sexy men as her alter ego "Sedona Venez".
#1
Giving him a playful pout while trailing my fingers
across his chest, I said, “That's what you say, rocker. But once you win
tonight and move on to rocker hall of fame, I’ll be nothing but a distant
memory.” I wiggled my eyebrows. “But hopefully a very hot one.”
He grabbed my chin roughly. “You don’t honestly
believe that, right?”
My smile was wobbly. Shit! I was doing everything that
I promised I wouldn’t do, getting attached. Dammit! I couldn’t even do this
right. How hard was it to stick to straight-up sex without all the emotional
attachment? Obviously, really hard because here I was, falling straight into
the deep end of the relationship pool, which is an absolute no-no. Double damn.
I sighed loudly, debating on whether I should be brutally honest, but I settled
for just honest. “Knox, men disappoint.” All
the time, I deliberately left unsaid.
His eyes were hard when he said, “I don’t give a shit
about the men from your past. This is about you and me. And regardless of what
happens tonight, I'll still want you, Storm. Fame won’t ever change that.” He
grabbed the back of my neck, squeezing softly. “You know that we can have
something good here, right?”
My heart raced. I resisted the urge to lower the walls
around my heart, reaching for something unattainable. I tried not to wish deep
into my soul that things between us had a snowball’s chance in hell of turning
out all sweet like in the movies. But they wouldn’t, couldn’t. Love was a burden.
Reaching up, I tried to smooth away his scowl.
“Nothing lasts forever, Knox. I graduate in a couple of months.” I paused,
swallowing the painful lump of emotions tightening my throat. “And you have to
move on and pursue your music career. All I want for you is success… for people
to hear that awesome voice and songwriting talent.”
“And why can’t you fit into that equation?” He combed
his fingers through my thick, wild mass of auburn curls.
#2
I instantly recognized the heavy, sensuous beat of the
music as it thumped and echoed throughout the room. Damn those two. They picked
Knox's hit single for me to dance to. I blew out anxiously, feeling like I was
about to throw up. Damn, maybe I should
just concede victory to Knox and go home with my tail between my legs.
That's when I saw Knox with his wide muscular back deliberately turned away
from me, in what I knew was an intentional you're
not even worth paying attention to slap in the face. Okay, Mr. Gunner, it's time to wipe that fucking disdain from your
face.
“Let's get ready to rumble… New York style,” I mumbled
under my breath as I paraded about a bit before strutting my stuff. Releasing
all of the tension, my body relaxed, fully taking in the magnitude of the utter
power and sexiness of my captive audience. Unleashed dominance pulsed around
me. Yep, I could do this. It was Seduction 101, and from the lustful hooded
stares of the men that were now sitting up at attention, they were very
interested in seeing exactly what I brought to the freaky boardroom.
Licking my lips seductively, I flipped my hair,
strutting forward with a deliberate sway to my hips. Chest out. Head up. My
gaze swept to every man as a hush filled the room. Knox turned around, giving
me a blank stare.
The lights flashed while the music wove a hard rhythm
around me. I loosened the tie, running it through my hands seductively, then
over my shoulders. A man with sexy black hair peppered with gray at the temple
beckoned me over with a nod. Placing one foot directly in front of the other, I
strutted over, proud and sexy.
Twirling the tie in my hand a couple of times before
leaning forward with my stomach in and ass out, I swung the tie around his neck
to draw him close. Gracefully swaying my hips from left to right as his eyes
followed my hips in perfect synchrony. Releasing my grip on the tie and with a
simple lift of my leg, my heel dug into his wide, muscular shoulder. His eyes
dilated, turning a light yellow. A tiger-shifter. Bumping my hips sensually, I
glanced at the wide-screen. The bid was at $80,000.
“Absolutely beautiful,” he said with a sexy Texas
drawl. He pressed the button, moving the highest bid to $110,000. “You, I
definitely want.”
“Tiger, you might be asking for way more trouble than
you can handle,” I responded with a wink before digging my heel deliberately
farther into his broad shoulder, knowing that the pinch of my heel would give
him what he wanted—pain. A growl rumbled deep in his chest, his hands clenching
his glass. Just like I thought, the tiger was into pain. He pressed the bid
button again.
#3
Now time for the man I really wanted. Knox held out his
hand, his eyes lighting with amusement as I tossed my hair, dropping low in
front of him with a seductive smile.
“Minx,” he muttered.
“Whatever,” I said with an air of confidence, swaying
my way up. Leaning forward, I snatched the cigar from his mouth, letting my
hair softly brush against his face. Stubbing it out on the stage, I popped it
into my mouth like a boss in charge as I popped my hips, spun, and bent over,
looking between my legs and giving him a full-on display of my ass.
Pulling out the cigar, I flicked my tongue around it
sensually. His eyes widened with desire. I swung up with a cloud of hair,
extending my hand to him. Using his hard thigh as a step stool, I stepped down
onto the floor. I never felt so alive, so seductive in my whole life. He was
mine for as long as he wanted this thing to last and I was grabbing hold with
both hands. I snaked myself around his body before standing between his
wide-open legs, dipping forward, brushing my breasts against his chest.
His face was like granite. No emotion showed as his
hands clenched and unclenched like he was fighting the need to touch me.
Slowly, I twirled around, giving him my back as I started a slow sway of my
hips from side-to-side, moving them in a figure eight. Upping the ante, my butt
moved in circles as it hovered over his crotch.
I leaned back, whispering, “You enjoying the show,
rock star?”
He was silent. The pulse
along his jaw beating in rapid rhythm. I lowered myself onto his lap, grinding
against his body, looking back at him over my shoulder. “I'm sorry. I can't
hear over the loud gnashing of teeth. So, is that a yes or no, baby?”
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