Worthy of the Harmony
Mountains & Men Series
By R.C. Martin
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 15, 2016
She is guarded.
She is inspirational.
She is worthy of more than an encore.
He is alluring.
He is confident.
He is more than she ever bargained for.
Her stubbornness battles against his persistence…
His optimism outshines her resistance…
And their song plays on.
Sage McCoy has always been the type of guy who goes after what he wants. For years, what he’s desired most is to see his band, Mountains & Men, become more than Saturday night entertainment at a local bar. He swears he’ll chase that dream until it comes true, or he’ll die trying. Now, he senses that he and his mates are on the precipice of something amazing, and he’s never wanted anything more.
Except, perhaps, Millicent Valentine—the woman he craves above all others.
Millicent Valentine believes in one absolute truth: Men always leave. Yet, despite her belief that Sage will eventually tire of her, she can’t help but indulge her desire for him. She makes up her mind that he can have her body, but he isn’t allowed her heart. Though, she never anticipated that the leading man of Mountains & Men would be so much more than the arrogant little shit she imagined him to be.
[Worthy of the Harmony is a continuation to Encore Worthy, so make sure you read that first! This is the second of four installments revolving around Sage and Millie. Intended for audiences 18+ years of age due to explicit language and sexual content.]
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Sage
I draw in a deep
breath as sleep slips out of my grasp and then blow it all out as I peek open
one eye. The sun, which is already high in the sky, is pouring through the
curtain of my window. I usually close the blinds before I go to bed to prevent
this kind of morning greeting; but when I open my other eye and look at the reason
I forgot, I could give a fuck.
Millie’s on her
side facing me, her arms curled up against her chest, her legs tangled with
mine. Her long, ashy brown hair is fanned out across my pillows, leaving her
face on display for me to admire. She’s so damn beautiful, I could stare at her
all morning. Or, rather, all afternoon. I like how she’ll sleep well past noon
on a Sunday, as if that’s what Sundays were intended for.
It’s been a long
time since I’ve had a repeat guest in my bed. Most of my hookups don’t happen
here at all, but I meant what I said last night. I like having her here. I also
liked having her at the show last night. When she came backstage with Violet
after our set, it was like my whole body was abuzz with the reminder that I
want this girl. This woman. I haven’t yet taken her out on a real date, just
the two of us. She still seems reluctant to go there with me. But this is a
battle I intend to win. And soon. I want more of her—more of her smart-ass
mouth, more of her sexy giggle, more of her drop dead gorgeous face. Fuck, I
sound like a pussy.
I don’t even give a
shit.
I drape my arm
around her and draw her closer, wishing to feel her warm skin pressed against
mine. I sure as hell want more of this body all over me. She’s hands down, dick
up, the best lay I’ve ever had. Every damn time.
I lean over and
press a kiss against her bare shoulder and she sighs, stirring up my dick. A
smirk pulls at the corner of my mouth as I kiss her again, making my way toward
her neck. She squirms, nestling herself closer to me, her thigh brushing
against my cock. I pull her even closer and nibble on the soft, fragrant skin
just below her jaw. She tastes both salty and sweet, her skin still sticky from
our tumble in the sheets early this morning. I can smell the lingering trace of
vanilla that she wears, too.
“If you leave a
mark, I’ll kick your ass,” she mumbles, her lips grazing my throat. The sound
of her morning voice, raspy from sleep, has my cock’s full attention.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Mmm,” she hums.
“And if I do it where
no one will see it?”
As soon as the
words pass through my lips, I duck my head and latch onto the side of her boob.
I bite while I suck and she gasps, her hands finding their way into my hair. I
pull away and admire the pink mark I’ve left, then smile when I look up at her.
Her lips are parted, her breathing slightly ragged, and her eyes are barely
open. I know right away that it’s lust I see in her hooded gaze and not
exhaustion. I decide to take it upon myself to change that.
I'm a born and bred
Coloradan. While I now reside in Virginia, the land of the Rocky Mountains is
where I've left a piece of my heart and where my characters come to life. When
I'm not writing I'm reading; when I'm not reading I'm writing...you know how it
goes! I also enjoy cooking, baking, crocheting, and jigsaw puzzles. Basically,
I'm an old soul with a young heart, nonchalantly waiting for my prince to come.
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