Detour
By Kacey Shea
Cover Design & Photography: Marisa
Shor, Cover Me Darling
Cover Model: Haley Loan
Release Date:
June 1, 2017
Trent Donavan is
the golden boy of the rock world. As lead singer of Three Ugly Guys, he’s every
fangirl’s dream, and with his newfound fame the women flow as readily as
alcohol and drugs. There’s no doubt women are Trent’s preferred indulgence
after a successful show.
That is, until
the feisty little blonde joins the tour.
Lexi Marx loves
music. It runs in her blood and flows through her soul. As the illegitimate
daughter of a rock legend, she’s determined to make it in the music industry on
talent alone. So when her agent scores her the opening act gig for the next 3UG
tour it seems her hard work, hopes, and dreams have finally come to fruition.
Until she spends
time with the band. More accurately, Trent Donovan. She’d feel better if that
arrogant manwhore of a lead singer would stop hitting on her with his dreamy
eyes, witty comebacks, and voice that melts the most jagged of hearts.
But Trent is
determined to prove to Lexi he’s not such a bad guy, and as music binds their
friendship, Lexi’s left with the most confusing of emotions. Could this be love
or an uninvited distraction? She can still have it all, if only her heart
doesn’t lead her off track.
Detour is a full
length rock star contemporary romance. It’s the first in the Off Track Records
series by Kacey Shea but can be read as a standalone and contains no
cliffhangers. Intended for adult audiences.
Here’s a little
from life on the road with Lexi Marx in this excerpt from Detour by Kacey Shea:
Sean tilts his
head. “What did you smoke last night, Iz?”
“Fuck, I dun’nut
even know.” He opens and closes his mouth wide as if that will somehow help his
words come out better.
“Iz, that
stuff’s gonna kill you,” I say, more than a little worried.
He meets my
stare with an unfocused gaze, but his speech is better when he finally talks.
“Don’cha worry ’bout me. I’m just fine. Been doin’ worse for years.” He laughs
again, this time louder, and saunters down the short hallway to the bathroom.
Moments later the shower clicks on.
“Should someone
check on him? He okay in there alone?” I glance at Austin and Sean.
Austin’s back to
his gaming controller, eyes stuck on the television screen. “I’m not going in
there. Iz with clothes on is ugly enough.”
He’s no help. I
turn to Sean. “He always like this?”
“High as fuck?”
“No. Unable to
live a day without something between his lips.”
Trent appears at
the hall entrance, his long, wavy hair all ruffled and falling in his eyes as
if he just walked off the set of a cologne advertisement. Fucking gorgeous
without doing a damn thing. I look away.
“Right? You’d
think he’d suck dick the way he’s always got something in his mouth.” Trent’s
lips lift in a grin and he grabs a protein shake from the fridge, joining Sean
at the table but rotating in his seat to meet my glare.
“Did you get a
look at him?” I lift my eyebrow and flick my lip ring, “Dicks don’t make you
feel that good.”
Trent’s smile
pulls wider. “I feel as though I should take offense to that comment on behalf
of cocks everywhere, but I think the lady is right. I’ve never fucked a girl
who looked that happy afterward.”
Sean laughs and
I can’t help but give in to a smile.
“Speak for
yourself! I give it to the ladies so hard they slide off my dick high as fuck,”
Austin boasts, his thumbs darting over the buttons and joystick.
I look between
him and Sean, and then back to Trent. “Between all of you, Austin must have the
smallest dick. He protests too much.” I roll my eyes for good measure.
There’s a brief
moment of awkward silence and for a second I’m worried they won’t think it’s
funny or okay for me to join in the smack talk. That is, until Sean slams his
fist on the table and explodes into a fit of laughter. Trent’s eyes water, he’s
laughing so hard. Austin just curses, his undivided attention back on the game.
“Oh, my God! I’m
dying.” Sean holds his hand up for me to meet his high five and I stand up,
joining them at the table to slap his palm. “This chick is badass.”
“That, I already
knew.” Trent grins, his eyes all too knowing with his stare.
My stomach
twists with an unfamiliar feeling and I decide to ask a few questions since
we’ve got miles to burn. “So, you guys don’t partake? In the Iz entertainment?”
“No judgement on
Iz, but I don’t like feeling fucked up. Not all the time like he is,” Sean
says.
“I’ve got my
looks to maintain,” Austin pipes in from behind.
“Of course. What
with that being your largest asset.” Not looking back at him I roll my eyes and
shake my head with a smile.
“And longest,”
Austin mutters.
We try to
contain our snickers.
“What about you,
Trent?” I say. “What’s your drug of choice?” I don’t know what I expect, but
part of me hopes he sticks to the light stuff. There’s something about him, a
presence that captivates the second he walks into a room, and I can’t help but
decide that’d be lost if he became addicted to drugs. My hope begins to fade
when he doesn’t answer right away, his gaze trained on the table where he
traces imaginary shapes with his long fingers, and for the first time since we
met he looks almost . . . nervous.
Sean grins and
responds for him. “Pussy.”
Trent’s gaze
snaps to meet his friend.
“Pardon?” I ask
with a little laugh.
Trent stares at
Sean, a silent threat in his eyes, but for what I don’t know. “I prefer a more
delicate sweetness between my lips,” he finally answers, then drops his gaze to
mine, winks, and sticks out his tongue. He rolls it around before shutting his
mouth with a pompous smile. “Plus, with this bad boy, it’s like I was made for
it.”
It’s arrogant
and he’s just playing around, but a rush of need pools between my thighs at the
thought of his mouth there.
No. Just no. I
shake my head and get up to retrieve my guitar and notebook. I need to write,
force myself to focus on why I’m here, where I’m going. The banter around me
fades and within a few minutes I’m fully down the rabbit hole, writing, the
words coming like a freight train. I don’t think, just scribble them out as
fast as they fly. Creativity sparks. Collides. And I’m left with the most
troubling of arrangements.
Because every
damn sentence reminds me of Trent’s outrageous tongue.
I slam the notebook
shut. That was counterproductive. And this is going to be a long ride. Long.
Damn it!
I did it again.
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Kacey Shea is a
mom of three, wife, and indie author who resides in sunny Arizona. She enjoys
reading and writing romance novels as much as her son loves unicorns, which is
a lot.
When she's not
writing you will find her playing taxi cab to her children while belting out
her favorite tunes, meeting friends or family for food and to share some
laughs, or sweating it out in the gym. Kacey finds that picking up heavy
weights repeatedly is good for her mental health as much as it is for the
physical.
She has an
unhealthy obsession with firefighters. It could be the pants. It could be the
fire. It's just hot. On occasion she has been known to include them, without
their knowledge, in her selfies outside the grocery store.
Kacey one day
aspires to be a woman hand model in a sexy photo shoot. You know, the woman's
hand raking across the muscular back or six pack stomach of the male fitness
model. Yep, that hand.
Until that day
comes she will continue writing sexy, flirty romance novels in hopes to bring
others joy!
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