Book Blitz: Rock by JA Huss
Title: Rock
Author: JA Huss
Genre: Rock Star Romantic Suspense
Release Date: March 7, 2016
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.
AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU
B&N / KOBO
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.
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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