insane.
“What the hell—how—I mean…” Mandy mumbled, following Karen down the steps and around behind the stage, where they found Daniel and another man waiting.
“You must be Mandy,” the stranger shouted over the music, offering a hand. “I’m Rick Clarke.”
“Rick was Blake’s manager,” Daniel explained. “He found a band for us.”
Mandy shook the man’s hand, dazed. “What…?” She turned and walked back around the stage. Sure enough, Blake was up there, singing and playing, and he looked more alive than she’d ever seen him around other people. He looked in her direction and winked.
Tears flooded her eyes.
“Hey.” Karen’s arms came around her. “It’s okay.” They stood there and watched Blake, listened to the roar of the crowd.
Choices came to an end, and Blake stood at the front of the stage, master of all he surveyed. “Hey there, boys and girls!”
The crowd roared in response.
“It’s great to see you all here supporting this great cause!” He paused to accommodate the shouts and whistles. “Before we get started, I just want to give a shout out to the team that made today possible, including superstar sound tech Colin.” Another pause. Cameras flashed from all directions.
“But the lion’s share of credit goes to Amanda Coyle, the event organiser. Mandy”—he turned to look at her, his teal gaze laser sharp—“I love you, baby.”
* * * *
Mandy unlocked the door to Blake’s condo and practically fell inside. She was exhausted. “Blake?” She hadn’t had a chance to speak to him since his performance. When he’d come off the stage he’d grabbed her in a hot, sweaty embrace, kissed her and had been whisked off by security to a secluded location for a very brief press conference. The crowds of people at the picnic, revved beyond belief by the unexpected treat, had taken all her attention for the remainder of the afternoon.
“I’m in here.”
She hurried down the hallway to the living room, where she found him sacked out on the couch in front of a ball game. He looked up when she came in and muted the sound.
“Hi.”
She didn’t bother to answer, just bounded across the room to leap on him. “Are you okay?”
He stroked a finger down her cheek and smiled. “I’m fine, baby. I was scared shitless at first, but…” He leant forward and kissed her. “In the end, it felt great. I hadn’t realised how much I missed it.”
“I’m glad.” She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight. Leaning her head against his chest, she swallowed and said, “What you said while you were up there—”
“I love you.”
Hearing it again warmed her from the toes up. “I love you,” she murmured against his neck.
He tugged her upright. “I love you more. And I saved your ass.” His eyes twinkled with friendly competition, and he curved his hand around her butt.
She grinned, the last knot of tension in her belly loosening. “You did save my ass. Now, what do you wanna do with it?”
Also available from Total-E-Bound Publishing:
One Night in a Bar
Louisa Masters
Excerpt
Chapter One
His body was hard against hers, his hands trailing fire as they slid down her back and settled low on her hips. Karen stroked her fingers up the nape of his neck, twining them through the silky strands of his dark hair. She’d never really understood what dirty dancing was. Her stomach flipped somersaults, and, lower, her pussy clenched in anticipation.
She licked her lips, tipping her face up to his. His heavy-lidded eyes burned hot as he lowered his head. He kissed her, lips soft, goatee brushing the skin around her mouth as tingles ran down her spine. His mouth opened and his tongue traced over her lips and suddenly she was no longer thinking about anything—there was only heat and sensation and sex. His dick was hard and pulsing against her pelvis and she pressed against it, undulating. His grip tightened on her hips and he ground into her, making
“What the hell—how—I mean…” Mandy mumbled, following Karen down the steps and around behind the stage, where they found Daniel and another man waiting.
“You must be Mandy,” the stranger shouted over the music, offering a hand. “I’m Rick Clarke.”
“Rick was Blake’s manager,” Daniel explained. “He found a band for us.”
Mandy shook the man’s hand, dazed. “What…?” She turned and walked back around the stage. Sure enough, Blake was up there, singing and playing, and he looked more alive than she’d ever seen him around other people. He looked in her direction and winked.
Tears flooded her eyes.
“Hey.” Karen’s arms came around her. “It’s okay.” They stood there and watched Blake, listened to the roar of the crowd.
Choices came to an end, and Blake stood at the front of the stage, master of all he surveyed. “Hey there, boys and girls!”
The crowd roared in response.
“It’s great to see you all here supporting this great cause!” He paused to accommodate the shouts and whistles. “Before we get started, I just want to give a shout out to the team that made today possible, including superstar sound tech Colin.” Another pause. Cameras flashed from all directions.
“But the lion’s share of credit goes to Amanda Coyle, the event organiser. Mandy”—he turned to look at her, his teal gaze laser sharp—“I love you, baby.”
* * * *
Mandy unlocked the door to Blake’s condo and practically fell inside. She was exhausted. “Blake?” She hadn’t had a chance to speak to him since his performance. When he’d come off the stage he’d grabbed her in a hot, sweaty embrace, kissed her and had been whisked off by security to a secluded location for a very brief press conference. The crowds of people at the picnic, revved beyond belief by the unexpected treat, had taken all her attention for the remainder of the afternoon.
“I’m in here.”
She hurried down the hallway to the living room, where she found him sacked out on the couch in front of a ball game. He looked up when she came in and muted the sound.
“Hi.”
She didn’t bother to answer, just bounded across the room to leap on him. “Are you okay?”
He stroked a finger down her cheek and smiled. “I’m fine, baby. I was scared shitless at first, but…” He leant forward and kissed her. “In the end, it felt great. I hadn’t realised how much I missed it.”
“I’m glad.” She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight. Leaning her head against his chest, she swallowed and said, “What you said while you were up there—”
“I love you.”
Hearing it again warmed her from the toes up. “I love you,” she murmured against his neck.
He tugged her upright. “I love you more. And I saved your ass.” His eyes twinkled with friendly competition, and he curved his hand around her butt.
She grinned, the last knot of tension in her belly loosening. “You did save my ass. Now, what do you wanna do with it?”
Also available from Total-E-Bound Publishing:
One Night in a Bar
Louisa Masters
Excerpt
Chapter One
His body was hard against hers, his hands trailing fire as they slid down her back and settled low on her hips. Karen stroked her fingers up the nape of his neck, twining them through the silky strands of his dark hair. She’d never really understood what dirty dancing was. Her stomach flipped somersaults, and, lower, her pussy clenched in anticipation.
She licked her lips, tipping her face up to his. His heavy-lidded eyes burned hot as he lowered his head. He kissed her, lips soft, goatee brushing the skin around her mouth as tingles ran down her spine. His mouth opened and his tongue traced over her lips and suddenly she was no longer thinking about anything—there was only heat and sensation and sex. His dick was hard and pulsing against her pelvis and she pressed against it, undulating. His grip tightened on her hips and he ground into her, making
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