Author: Lisa Gillis
Genre: Rock Star Romance
Release Date: December 15, 2014
The story of rock couple Jack and Marissa continues.
For Jack, Marissa and Tristan in his life changes his outlook. He feels needed. He welcomes the responsibility of a family. He embraces the love and companionship. Quickly, he whisks his son and the intriguing woman he had never forgotten to his home in LA.
To Marissa, her future seems as mysterious as dusk’s shimmering shadows beneath the surface of the luxurious guitar shaped pool. There is no doubt this could be her dream house, her dream life with the man she loves. Not so dreamy is all she is beginning to see packaged with him. The crazy hours of a very active life. The garbage behind the glam. Mostly, a moody and presumptuous rock star whose public persona is opposite of the sweet musician she fell for.
This full sized novel can stand alone, but is greatly enhanced by reading Eye of the Storms.
When the next text came, I jumped in excitement.
Pulling up now. Meet me outside?
Mindful of my heels and my excitement, I carefully descended the stairs even though I wanted to run. As I neared the landing, I clutched the bannister with both hands and practically leaped the last two stairs.
Tearing the front door open, I pulled up short upon seeing it. In the shadows of the night, Jack was leaning against the red Lamborghini limo.
He was even hotter than he ever had been, if that were possible. Maybe it was because the fantasy limo was his backdrop. Maybe he exuded an overload of charisma from being on tour. Maybe it was because I had not seen him in more than a week.
All I knew for sure was seeing him sucked the breath into my chest before it whooshed out again as if I had been sucker punched.
Although his features were shadows from the driveway lights, I could feel his heated perusal. His arms had been crossed over his chest, and they fell to his side as he vaulted the stone steps, two at a time, toward me.
A steady breeze was blowing, and I twisted my head so that my face was clear of my hair. Holding my robe as I continued down to him, I enjoyed the tingle buzzing through my body as I watched his hair billow about.
We crushed together, and wound together. I breathed him in as my lips moved against his chest and clamped my arms tightly around him as he nearly cut off my airflow with his own embrace.
My feet left the ground, and for a second, I was spinning before he set me down and our lips came together. The fiery kiss raged, we melded tight together, and our hands roamed, leaving tingling trails.
“What are you wearing, Mariss?” Jack reclaimed his tongue long enough to speak, but was back to kissing me before I could answer.
His hands had inched up the silky robe. Beneath the fabric, they alternately groped and caressed any skin left exposed by the lingerie. Fingers glided down, toying with the stockings.
Taking a step back, I made one of the boldest moves ever in my life. Especially considering this house was prone to tree lurkers, and there was surely a driver in the limo.
In one smooth motion, I had the silken belt untied, and my body shrugged from the silky shroud. Neither of us took notice of the robe catching the wind like a kite, or if it landed.
I was too busy glowing beneath Jack’s heated gaze, and Jack was too busy stroking me from head to toe with those dark eyes.
“Holy shit, Mariss… Just…holy fuckin’ shit…”
He swooped and I was in his arms. I didn’t notice we were going down the stairs, instead of up, until I was settled in the limo.
Jack was immediately on me for another one of those mind-bending kisses. When his lips left mine, I melted into the seat, enjoying the friction of his hands over my skin, and his wandering kisses.
We were so sex starved that it was barely five minutes later when his hopeful inquiry was a pleasurable mummer against sensitive skin, “Please tell me it’s been long enough?”
“It’s been long enough.”
In response, for the first time since that shower five years ago, there was no scramble for a tiny foil packet. Actually, I was three days short of the recommended time for the pills in the little plastic case to get in my system, but I wasn’t worried.
His unrestricted pleasure came in a loud groan and curse, then sweet seductive words. Every movement was soon pleasurable beyond words… The feeling of him completely coming inside me for the first time—unbelievable.
Her love for music, bands, and concerts inspired her Six Silver Strings Series.
When she is not writing those little voices out of her head while listening to music, she’s making her own noise on drums or guitar.