Release Date: February 20, 2019
Cover Design: Syneca Featherstone @ OriginalSyn
Photographer: Regina Wamba
Synopsis
๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ช๐๐๐ ๐๐ฎ ๐ ๐ง๐ค๐๐ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ง, ๐ค๐ฃ๐ก๐ฎ ๐ ๐๐ค๐ค๐ก ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐จ ๐๐ฃ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐.
๐๐๐๐ง
The night Dante Sinclair lured me into his dressing room and gave me my first kiss, I was oblivious to one important fact: all rock stars are spoiled narcissists. I learned my lesson when our failed attempt at a reunion left me humiliated and heartbroken.
Now, Dante is booked into the music retreat I run. Years have passed, so I know he wonโt recognise me. Heโll have no idea the man cooking his meals and washing his clothes is the same skinny boy he kissed so long ago. And when he begins to look at me like Iโm his new favourite muse, my anonymity will be my only protection against the sensuality of his charms.
๐๐๐ง๐ญ๐
๐บ๐๐๐ฆ. Itโs the name I gave to the only boy I ever kissed. He is my favourite memory. The place my mind goes when the expectations of rock stardom threaten to choke me. I barely remember what he looked like, but Iโll never forget the way he made me feel.
When I came to this retreat, my goals were simple: get out of my creative rut and write my new album. But one look into Seanโs eyes is enough to threaten the tenuous control I have over my life. He swears weโve never met, but thereโs a Grey-ness to him that inspires me, even as it makes me long to satisfy the cravings Iโve denied for so long.
He may not be my Greyโbut heโs close enough.
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Excerpt
After Phil left, I turned on my heel to face Sean, curious to know which way the wind would blow now we were alone.
โIf youโll follow me, Mr Sinclair,โ he began, gesturing to the hallway behind him, โIโll show you to your room.โ
โHold on a sec,โ I said, halting him. His cheeks hollowed as he turned back to me and I got the impression he was biting his tongue. I sauntered closer, wrapping an extra-thick layer of rock star around me as I went. โWeโll be seeing a lot of each other over the next couple of months, so Iโd prefer it if you call me Dante. How does that sound to you, Sean?โ I said his name slowly, letting my gaze roam over his face as I spoke. Iโd perfected the blatantly sexual move in my late teens and used it liberally ever since. Most people responded to the suggestion by repeating my name, often with the same slow drawl Iโd used on them. It was like a game. Harmless, but flirtatious, it was designed to make people feel like weโd shared a profound, if fleeting, connection.
โIf you insist, Dante.โ Sean said my name slowly all right, but rather than being flirtatious, an undeniable hint of mockery coloured his tone. He knew the game, but he wasnโt inclined to play. A slow smile crossed my face as he turned away. Oh yeah, he definitely didnโt like me.
We passed several bedrooms before I spoke again. โThis house is a little big for just me.โ
โWe usually have entire bands stay, sometimes with their partners,โ he said over his shoulder. โThe house can accommodate up to ten people at a time. Itโs not often we have only one guest.โ
โI work best when Iโm on my own. Less distractions.โ I didnโt add usually to the end of my sentence, although with the way my gaze glued itself to his arse as he walked in front of me, I knew the word belonged there. Sean entered a doorway on the left and my perfect view was cut short.
I followed him into a large, airy room. My luggage had been placed at the end of a king-sized bed that called my name the instant we crossed the threshold.
โYour private bathroom is through here,โ he said, pushing a second door wide, โand the walk-in wardrobe is opposite. Iโll be providing all your meals and taking care of the house and grounds while youโre here. I can also run basic errands if necessary.โ Everything about his tone was pleasant, modulatedโฆ fake. I hated fake. โThink of me as your go-to man for whatever you need during your stay.โ
I didnโt need much, but Iโd just added the desire to hear Seanโs voice crack to the end of my growing list of wants. Bending to place my guitar case in front of the nearby dresser, I favoured him with a grin. โArenโt you the host with the most.โ
The barely perceptible narrowing of his eyes wasnโt lost on me. โItโs all part of the Full-Service Package.โ
In other words, Iโd paid a shitload of money to have him at my beck and call, and Iโd be an idiot to assume he was here for any other reason. The stark reminder was unnecessary. I had no illusions about my life, or the fact it was populated by transactions more often than affection. But it would make for a trying couple of months if the man couldnโt at least pretend to tolerate me.
โIโll leave you to get settled. If you need anything, pick up the phone and dial one hash to reach me. Otherwise, Iโll see you in the morning.โ
โAnd youโll give me that tour?โ There was no real need for us to shake a second time, but I offered my hand anyway. Something about his aversion to me, the way my very existence seemed to annoy him, inspired a perverse desire to dig further under his skin. โI wouldnโt want to get lost. Who knows where Iโll end up?โ
Those lips pressed together again as he came forward to accept my hand, but this time he seemed to be fighting a wry smile. โItโs a viable concern with rock stars, Iโll admit. I wouldnโt want to have to file a missing personโs report on the first day.โ
Seanโs teasing made me smile. Perhaps there was hope for us yet. I looked into his eyes as we shook, really lookedโall up close and personal.
Grey. Seanโs eyes were grey.
An eternity passed as I stood there, staring at him. Not just at his eyes, though. Iโd come across men with grey eyes before. As colours went, it wasnโt so rare. Sean was different. With his light-brown hair and his square jaw, he possessed a Grey-ness that had been lacking in other men. For a moment, I imagined I could laugh and pull him against me. Finally. After all these years.
Found you.
Sean cleared his throat. โIs something wrong?โ The low intensity of his voice, the way his breath came fast in his chest, implied my overly dramatic response had somehow been mirrored in him. โIโm gonna need my hand back.โ
The spell broke and I released him but, even so, I couldnโt tear my gaze away. โYou, ah, you remind me of someone I havenโt seen in a long time.โ I swallowed past the lump in my throat, wishing beyond all hope. โHave we met before?โ
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Rebecca is a long-time lover of all things romance. Whether it’s a book, movie, or real-life, she will always have more fun if there’s a love interest thrown into the mix. She lives in Queensland, Australia with her very own hero husband, two adorable children and one big, black dog. Other than reading and writing books, her favourite things include loud music, enjoying a glass of wine on the patio, organising everything in existence, and spending too much time on the Internet.
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