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Title: Rock Star
Author: Stacey Kennedy
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Rock Star:
A high school reunion is about to get down and dirty and a whole lot more complicated in this new erotic romance from USA Today bestselling author Stacey Kennedy. Veterinarian, Rae Evans expects to attend a dreadful ten-year high school reunion. Instead, she’s confronted by a past she’s never gotten over. The love of her life, Travis Walker, has returned to Catfish Creek, and the now-famous rock star wants only three things: Her. Naked. And screaming his name. Fresh off his last world tour, Travis has returned to town to get a dose of reality. With fame casting a superficial cloud over Travis’s life, he’s scrambling to stay afloat. He needs an anchor, and Rae is that for him. But as he finds himself, he’s determined to remind Rae of the heat that once burned between them. Before they know it, their one hot night is three, and soon, just like ten years ago, Travis holds the strings to Rae’s heart. But Rae’s not that young girl who watched her high school sweetheart race off to become famous. She’s a woman who knows what she wants and realizes when a man needs her. She just has to decide if she should put the past on repeat, or walk away from it forever.Get ROCK STAR today:
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Exclusive Excerpt:
Chapter 1
Travis Walker made women’s panties disappear.
On most nights, anyway.
Tonight, sitting on a wooden stool set upon
the stage at Catfish Creek High School’s conference center, only one woman was
on his mind. His fingers strummed over the strings of the guitar, mouth rested
near the microphone, and after he sang the final two lines of the chorus—I wanna kiss you under the moonlight. And
love you ‘til the sun comes up—the applause from the crowd reopened his
eyes.
Sparkling string lights and masquerade masks
hung from the ceiling above him, reminding him that he wasn’t surrounded by
thousands of his typical screaming and wild fans. In his Texas hometown, he
stared out at teachers, old friends, and classmates, all dressed in formal wear
and masquerade masks.
From his seat in the spotlight, he recalled
playing for smaller crowds on this very stage back in high school. Those had
been some of the happiest days of his life. Now, fresh off his last world tour,
he realized he loved that scene, too. The energy of a smaller crowd, who knew
him personally, and a larger crowd, who thought they were in love with him, was
so different he couldn’t compare the two, but admittedly, he missed the
intimacy that came from a smaller venue.
Done with his song, and with the crowd
quieting, he slid the guitar strap over his head and handed the instrument back
to a member of the band that’d been hired to play at Catfish Creek High
School’s ten-year reunion. When he jumped off the stage, he sighed in relief,
finding that all the cell phones pointed in his direction were now put away,
and the flashing lights were gone.
That’s when he set his focus on what mattered
tonight: finding her. Rae Evans—the
muse behind the song he sang tonight, Moonlight.
He scanned the crowd overtop the decorated
tables with their gold chairs, but the beauty had escaped him somehow. He
recognized Annie Flowers, the librarian, who gave him a little wave, and Christopher
Christianson, the principal, who was grabbing a drink from the bar. Travis
could have sworn he spotted Rae entering the masquerade ball when he began his
song. Desperation now clawed at his chest.
Determined to find her, he moved farther into
the crowd, just as his cell vibrated in his pocket. Knowing exactly who it’d
be, and that he couldn’t ignore the call, he reached for his phone and then frowned
at the text from his manager, Scott Price.
Awesome
job. The video is already up on YouTube. Fans are loving it. The mask was a
nice touch. Don’t miss your flight in the a.m.
Travis shifted the black masquerade mask
around his eyes, and the muscles along his shoulders tightened with the
reminder of the weight they carried; of the need for him to always be on point,
and the fact that nothing, not even his high school reunion, was sacred
anymore.
Life had changed dramatically since the last
time Travis stepped foot in the conference center. But he didn’t want to think
about the shit weighing on him, so he fired off a response—I’ll be on it—then tucked his cell phone back into his pocket.
He had tonight to fix everything that was
wrong with his life, and he wouldn’t waste it.
In the eyes of his manager, Travis had come
to the reunion to put on a show and to look real
to his fans. But Travis hadn’t come for the publicity; he had come for one
very good reason: to find his anchor—the woman who stopped his world from
spinning wildly out of control.
Lately, in a sea of chaos, he’d finally
stopped drowning and saw a way back to the happiness he once had. That
happiness had started with Rae, and surely, she was his way to find himself
again.
One touch. One taste. He wanted to remember
what that happiness felt like.
Again, he searched the crowd, ignoring the
way some men glowered at him, and some women batted their lashes. Rae. That’s whom he’d come here to see
tonight. Only her.
The band behind him started playing another
ballad, and that’s when he found her, staring right at him from across the room. She wore a sleek, black, strapless
gown around her slender figure with matching long, black gloves.
His muscles surged with adrenaline, and he
went to move toward her when a hard voice came from behind him.
“Karly wants you to play another song.”
Travis slowly glanced over his shoulder to
find the biggest asshole in Catfish Creek High School history, Jason, a
blond-haired, slender, one-time big shot. Rae was best friends with Kate, and
Kate had loved—and later married and divorced—the dipshit behind him.
Times had changed.
Travis didn’t owe Jason anything now, and he
certainly didn’t owe the reunion’s event planner, Karly, shit. “You can tell
Karly that I told her I’d play one song, and that’s exactly what I did. Bother
me again, and we’ll have a problem.”
Jason didn’t make a move or say a word in
rebuttal. Once a coward, always a coward.
Refocused on the only person who mattered
tonight, and pulled by the energy only Rae conjured, Travis stretched out his
fingers, shedding his frustrations as he moved with purpose through the crowd. Her
pretty, hazel eyes surrounded by dark makeup followed his every move, and she
yanked him forward with a simple look.
She’d always been a pretty girl, but she’d
grown into a blindingly beautiful and stunning woman. Her gown fit her like a
glove. A gold filigree mask somehow made the creaminess of her skin appear
richer. She wore her shoulder-length, brown hair in big waves framing her round
face.
Tonight, she didn’t look so fresh-faced and
innocent. She looked sexy as hell, and just the sight of her again caused Travis’s
cock to swell eagerly.
While he’d talked to her through email, text,
and the occasional late-night, drunk phone call every birthday and Christmas
over the last ten years, he hadn’t seen her. Not since that day on his parents’
porch. Sure, he’d kept an eye on her through the Catfish Creek Chronicle when they featured her for her charity work,
and also on the website for the vet clinic she owned. But after he’d walked the
path that led away from her, he’d never found his way back. Life got busy. New
friends were found. Fame overtook him.
Now, he was…home.
When he finally reached her, the air between
them felt charged. “Rae,” he said.
Her eyes warmed. Dark, red-painted lips
curved. “Travis.”
Christ, he remembered how those lips tasted.
How she tasted—every goddamn inch of
her.
Beneath her mask, those pretty eyes now
turned a little suspicious. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to the
reunion?”
Perhaps he should have called, but… “I wanted
to surprise you.” Because there were important reasons he returned to his
hometown, ones that he didn’t want her to know about. Yet.
It all began with an article in the Catfish Creek Chronicle.
Dr. Rae Evans feels she’s done what was needed to help the
animals in Catfish Creek, and she’s ready to begin a new journey. She’s looking
to open another clinic in one of the neighboring towns.
At twenty-eight years old, she’d achieved
what she hoped to do by thirty, and that article reminded him of the guy he used to be when she’d first made
those plans. He wasn’t the same man who left Catfish Creek all those years ago,
and he didn’t know when exactly he lost himself. While Rae had likely found all
the happiness she wanted in her success, he simply wanted to find his way back
to the carefree guy he once was.
To do that, he had to come back to the place
where he was the happiest. He had to come back to her. “But to tell you why I wanted to surprise you, I need to tell
you a story.” He offered his hand. “How about we dance, and I’ll share it.”
For a second, he thought she might refuse him.
She simply stared at his hand.
When her eyes met his again, and she slowly
slid her palm into his, the tightening in his chest eased. He closed his
fingers around hers and sensed her soften, making him smile.
Reliving that infectious energy she carried,
he led her into the middle of the dance floor, then he spun her around and
pulled her to him, nice and close, sliding his hand across her lower back.
She
laughed softly, eyes twinkling behind her mask. “You’ve still got the moves, I
see.”
“My moves will never fail me.” He grinned.
The band played the perfect song. Something a
little sexy and slow, keeping her hips swaying perfectly with his. He did
nothing to shield his erection, but one look into her eyes told him that was
all right. With her breasts pressed against his chest, her cheeks a little pink
now, he noticed the heat in the depths of her gaze. He’d recognize it anywhere.
That fire felt like it belonged to him—always had, always would. Yet in the
past, she’d shy away from that desire. Now, he noted how she firmly held his
gaze, telling him she wasn’t the young lover he once had.
“How long are you staying in town?” she
asked, in an obvious attempt to divert their attention away from his cock.
“Just tonight.” He stroked his thumb over the
back of her hand, keeping her as close as he could, inhaling her flowery scent
that had faded from his memory. “I fly out bright and early in the morning.”
“Only tonight?” She shot him a questioning
glance. “You came all the way here from New York just for the reunion?”
“You seem surprised.”
She shrugged, seemingly unaffected when
another couple bumped into her, her interest obviously centered on him. “Seems
like a long way to come for only a few hours.”
A very good point, indeed. “Well, you see, that
brings us to my story.” He sent her out, twirling her around before bringing
her in close again and returning the smile she gave him. “But I think we need
to go back even further for you to truly understand.”
“Go on,” she said, watching him closely.
He paused, collecting his thoughts, then he
began. “You’ll never hear me complain about my life. I have far more than I
probably deserve.”
“That’s a good thing,” she said firmly, even as
a playful grin teased her lips. “You have a pretty amazing life, and you’d better
not complain to me about all the fabulous trips you get to take around the
world, or you might lose a tooth.”
He chuckled but leaned in, calling her out.
“And how do you know so much about my life? Reading up on me?”
“A little,” she admitted.
That’s what he liked most about Rae. She was
honest, through and through. The fact that she followed his life could bite him
in the ass later, but at this point, there was no going back, so he pushed the conversation
along. “So, then you know that I have a very good life. I travel. I stay in
fancy hotels. I eat at amazing restaurants. I never have to lift a finger. I
have everything that anyone should want.”
Her eyes searched his. “But it’s not the life
you want?”
Of course, she caught on. He didn’t expect
otherwise. That’s why he’d come to the reunion—to be with someone who truly
knew him. “It’s not that I don’t want the life I live,” he explained gently.
“It’s that something is missing. Something very important.”
“Which is?”
“The guy I used to be.”
She began nibbling her lip like she used to
do in high school when she became confused. “What do you mean?”
“I can have anything I want, Rae. There is
nothing that’s not available to me.” He slid his hand along her spine, pulling
her in closer, leaving no room between them. “But the guy I was when we were
together…I don’t know him anymore.”
Her eyes softened, and her voice grew quiet.
“That’s really kinda sad, Travis.”
“It is what it is.” He shrugged, not wanting
to get stuck on the things he couldn’t change. “My manager told me that I’d been
invited to the reunion and saw it as a business opportunity. But I saw it as a
personal one.”
The song shifted to something faster, and the
crowd began to fill the dance floor, bumping into his back. He refused to let
her go, holding her tightly against him. “Do you want to know the real reason I
came to the reunion tonight?”
“Yes,” she said, a little breathlessly.
“I came to relive the past, Rae.” He released
her hand, wrapping his other arm around her and bringing his mouth close to
hers. “That’s the only reason I’m here. I want to remember what it’s like to be
with a woman who knows the real me.” He
was encouraged by her shiver. An involuntary movement that spoke of her
willingness to give him all that he wanted and more.
Hot and hard, he dropped his head into her
neck, inhaled the subtle hints of her flowery perfume, and said into her ear,
“We have a chance that many people don’t get. To go back and feel what we felt
before.” He dragged his nose across her neck in the way he knew she liked,
feeling her quiver under his hands. “Tomorrow, our lives will return to normal.
Nothing will have changed. You’ll live here, entirely focused on your clinic
and your life, and I’ll live mine in New York. Tonight’s our one free pass to
dip into the past, and I want to take it. Because tonight, Rae”—he brushed his
lips across her neck, and a soft moan escaped her mouth as he murmured—“I want
one more taste of you.”
She gasped and stepped back, blinking
rapidly. “I…sorry, excuse me. I need to get some air.” Then those pretty pink
cheeks and wide, excited eyes were gone, her dress trailing behind her as she
ran for the door.
Travis shoved his hands into the pockets of
his suit and grinned. He didn’t mind hunting her, it sweetened his reward.
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