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Blurb:
Harlie Steele is building a new life for herself and her two-year-old daughter, away from her controlling ex-husband. When she falls in love with rock legend Lex Callatori, their whirlwind romance pulls her away from her small-town home and sweeps her into his tempestuous world of paparazzi, tabloids, and bodyguards. She wonders why he’d fall so hard for her when he could have his pick of buxom blonde groupies, and whether the tabloid reports of his violent temper, womanizing ways, and drug addiction could be true. She opens her heart to Lex while emotional scars from years of domestic violence begin to fade.
But trouble looms near, casting a sinister shadow on Harlie and Lex as their passion grows stronger. Driven by jealousy, someone is hell-bent on ending their relationship, one way or the other. Harlie literally fought to stay alive when she left her abusive ex and has no intention of being anyone’s victim ever again, but when an obsessed stalker raises the stakes, her strong spirit and will to survive are put to the test.
Excerpt from Nefarious:
Harlie’s heart almost exploded when she opened her eyes. For one brief moment, she thought Lex Callatori grinned at her over his scarf-enshrouded microphone. No freakin’ way, she told herself, it’s just my imagination playing a cruel trick on me. The lights were so bright he probably couldn’t see past the edge of the stage. Even if he could, she didn’t see why he’d look her way, not when he could ogle the three bimbos to the left who kept flashing their tits at the band. Dylan moved forward with his guitar when the blonde one threw her bra onstage.
Lex announced that the next number, “Last Dance”, would be the final song of the night. Harlie couldn’t believe the concert had gone by so quickly. She could have stood there in her uncomfortable shoes all night long, listening to FireStorm, watching Lex dominate the stage until the sun came up. She tried to burn each movement he made and every note he sang into her memory so she could replay it in her mind forever.
Harlie’s heart almost exploded when she opened her eyes. For one brief moment, she thought Lex Callatori grinned at her over his scarf-enshrouded microphone. No freakin’ way, she told herself, it’s just my imagination playing a cruel trick on me. The lights were so bright he probably couldn’t see past the edge of the stage. Even if he could, she didn’t see why he’d look her way, not when he could ogle the three bimbos to the left who kept flashing their tits at the band. Dylan moved forward with his guitar when the blonde one threw her bra onstage.
Lex announced that the next number, “Last Dance”, would be the final song of the night. Harlie couldn’t believe the concert had gone by so quickly. She could have stood there in her uncomfortable shoes all night long, listening to FireStorm, watching Lex dominate the stage until the sun came up. She tried to burn each movement he made and every note he sang into her memory so she could replay it in her mind forever.
While Dylan soloed through the first chorus, Callatori motioned for one of the security people to approach the edge of the stage. The singer pointed in Harlie’s direction and whispered something in the burly bodyguard’s ear. Harlie turned around to see what he was pointing at, but didn’t spot anything out of the ordinary.
The next instant, the big guy walked straight to where she stood, and, after tinkering with a key for a few seconds, he cracked open a hinged gate in the barrier. He guided Harlie through and motioned for two men sporting blue security shirts to stop an influx of FireStorm devotees from following.
In a state of total disbelief, Harlie walked toward the stage. The security guy who led the way placed a stepladder in front of her. Lex, now directly above her, belted out the second verse. Someone guided her up the makeshift stairway where Lex stood smiling seductively, his hand extended.
Stunned, she took his hand, her eyes locking with his as the beautiful love song poured from his lips. God, don’t let me wake up yet, thought Harlie, because I know I’m dreaming.
About the Author
Tina DC Hayes writes gritty romantic suspense and cozy mysteries. She lives in western Kentucky with her husband and three children. A few pampered Boston terriers, German shepherds, one goofy Yorkie, and two parrots keep her busy, but guard against writer’s block.
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Now this one sounds like something I would really like and so would my daughter. Love that big, bright smile, Tina. Sorry it's so late in the day, but it's Easter!
ReplyDeleteThanks Janet! :) And Happy Easter!
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