Rock
By JA Huss
Genre: Rock Star Romantic Suspense
Release Date: March 7, 2016
Synopsis
He had it all. He
lost it all. And all he wants now is a second chance.
RK Saber ran from
tragedy five years ago when his car went over the side of a mountain in a
prom-night crash. Consumed by guilt, he walked away from Juilliard and morphed
into Rock, front man for the global rock-band sensation, Son of a Jack. Five
members. Five best friends. Five rising stars burning so bright, they had to
know it couldn’t last.
When tragedy
strikes again and the band goes from five to two, RK is sentenced to… home.
Back to the place where all his nightmares started. Back to the memory of all
the things he lost. Back to the reality he refused to face before he left.
The Vetti twins
were identical in all ways but two. Melanie was insane and Melissa was not. One
twin was killed on prom night five years ago and one twin was not. And now that
RK has returned home, the twin left standing has quite a story to tell. Could
she really be the girl he thought he’d lost forever? Or is Melanie just up to
her same old tricks?
ROCK is a rock-star
romantic suspense by the New York Times bestselling master of twist, JA Huss.
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I take my shirt off as I walk across the
hallway, throwing it down on the floor. Missy is standing with her back to me,
testing the temperature of the shower. She peeks over her shoulder and smiles.
“I know you probably hear this all this time, but damn, Rowan Kyle. You should
never take that shirt off in public again.”
I go for my pants, unbuttoning them, unzipping
them. She watches every move. And then I kick off my boots and fling them into
the hallway with the shirt. She turns all the way around now and I feel myself
getting hard as she presses her palm against my cock, squeezing it through my
pants.
“If I knew you were coming back I’d have waited
for you.”
God, that hurts.
“I just…” She stops, her sad eyes lingering on
mine. “I just didn’t think you would. Come back, I mean.”
“I’m sorry,” I say. And I mean it. I’m so
fucking sorry I wasn’t her first.
“It’s OK. We get to skip all that awkward
fumbling, right?” She swallows hard and I know she’s sorry too. She was the
only girl I dreamed about. The only girl I ever wanted. Even after all my
rock-star nights, Melissa Vetti is still the only girl I want.
I place both my hands on her cheeks and lean
down to kiss her mouth. Her lips part, her tongue seeking out mine. It’s soft,
and slow, and short. Way, way too short.
She pulls away, taking her hand off my cock, and
turns, stepping into the shower. I let my pants fall to the floor and toss them
in the hallway. The shower has a clear glass surround and I watch her as she
stands under the water, her fingers massaging it into her hair.
I step in with her and place my hands on her
shoulders so I can turn her towards me. “Melissa—”
“Shh,” she says. “I don’t want to talk about it
right now. I just want to enjoy this.” She picks up the soap and starts to
lather me up, massaging the bubbles along my arms. Over my chest. Up and down
my back.
I grab the bottle of shampoo and squeeze some
into my palm, then rub my hands together and begin working it through her long,
dark, hair as I study her face. The makeup is smearing as I watch. It makes her
look like she’s crying.
“I feel like this is a dream,” she says, her
soapy hands moving to my front. “I feel like I’ve been granted some wish but
it’s all fake and you’re just going to disappear again. Leave me here alone.
Lonely. You want to know why I stay home, RK?”
No. No, I really don’t.
“Because I’m lonely. Because you were my life.
And I know I was having doubts back when we were about to graduate, but they
were small doubts. Growing-up doubts. Not-knowing-what-I-wanted doubts. But I
was never going to break up with you, RK. Never. And I was certainly never
going to walk away from us.”
Fuck. I guess I haven’t looked at it from her
point of view very much. “I walked away.”
“You walked away.” Her frown is so deep it hurts
my heart.
“I’m sorry. I don’t even know why—”
“Shh,” she says again. “Later.”
Her hand slides up and down my cock as she looks
me in the eyes. It’s a very intimate moment. Probably the most intimate moment
I’ve had in years.
“Rinse,” I say.
Missy turns away, and I swear, I know what she’s
feeling. Every time she does that I think she will never turn back to me again.
I hate when she turns away. I watch as she rinses the shampoo out of her hair.
The water streams down her face like that waterfall where we had our first
kiss.
She’s not Melanie. How could I ever think she
was Melanie?
“Can I make you dinner tonight? Before the
show?” she asks when she turns back. The relief that she’s still here is real,
as irrational as it is.
“Dinner?” I say, trying to wrap my head around
the change of subject. I was about to attack her, lift her up, press her back
against the wall, and fuck the shit out of her and now she’s talking about
dinner.
“Yeah. Do you still like lemon pasta? Like your
mom used to make?”
“Jesus,” I say. “The angel hair with the white
wine sauce? I haven’t thought about that in years.”
“Yeah. Remember when I made that for you on your
seventeenth birthday?” She laughs. It was a fun night. A really fun night. The
kind of fun you only have with the girl of your dreams before you turn to drugs
and need alcohol and sex to force the fun. “I fucked it all up,” she says
through a giggle.
I grin as I picture her attempt to cook me
something. “I’m not sure how anyone can fuck that recipe up, but yeah. You
did.” She bites her lip and I almost die. “It was perfect though. Because you
made it. And you made it special for me.”
“You ate every bite.”
“There was no chance in hell I wouldn’t, Missy.
Not after you went to all that trouble. So sure. I’m not gonna complain about a
trip down memory lane with you tonight.”
“Good,” Missy sighs. “Good.” And then she grabs
the conditioner and the possibility of sex fades away.
I’m actually glad it fades. I’m glad she changed
the subject. Turned us in a different direction. I know I hate-fucked her when
I first got back into town, and I’m sorry about that. I’d like to take it back
and get a do-over. I’d rather wait. Like we did when we were kids. I’d rather
wait until we know for sure this is real, and special, and maybe even
permanent.
I’d like to take my time with Melissa Vetti.
Meet
the Author
JA Huss is the USA
Today bestselling author of more than twenty romances. She likes stories about
family, loyalty, and extraordinary characters who struggle with basic human
emotions while dealing with bigger than life problems. JA loves writing heroes
who make you swoon, heroines who make you jealous, and the perfect Happily Ever
After ending.
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