Free Rocked by Clara Bayard

Rocked
Rocked [1]
Bayard, Clara
CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform (2013)
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Rating:
*****
Tags:
Romance, Music, Adult, Contemporary

    Part 1 in the Rocked Series
    She's dreaming of a life of excitement and romance. 
    When rising rock star Joe Hawk wanders into the diner where Liss works her dark night is brightened by his incredibly blue eyes and sexy smile. The attraction is immediate and every moment is charged with erotic heat.
    He's searching for something real.
    The first impression is easy. Taking the next step is much harder. The plus sized beauty has to overcome her insecurities to take a risk on a man whose life is the opposite of everything she's ever known and changing faster than either of them realizes.
    From the first electric touch their chemistry is undeniable and the possibilities are endless.
    Excerpt
    I shook off the fantasy as the door opened and someone stepped inside.
    "You still open?" he asked the mainly empty room.
    "Uh, yeah. Sit anywhere." I stumbled getting up and darted around the counter awkwardly to grab him a menu.
    The guy sat down right in front of me and flashed an exhausted, but bright smile. I stared at him like a lobotomized fool. He was insanely hot. Like magazine cover hot. Tall and thin but with clearly defined lean muscles under a tight black t-shirt. His hair was dark and slicked back, or maybe just wet. It framed a tanned face and the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. His mouth was almost femininely full and red, but that wide smile was slightly crooked in a way that made my insides turn to molten lava. There was a smudge of what looked like eyeliner or mascara under his left eye and it took all my self-control to keep from reaching out to wipe it away.
    "So, can I see that or do I have to guess what's in it?"
    "Huh?" I looked down at my hand and realized I was gripping the menu like a security blanket. So uncool. "Oh yeah. Sorry." I handed it over and when his fingertips brushed mine a shock went through us both.
    "Oops." He laughed and dropped the menu, unopened. "You okay?"
    "Uh huh," was all I could manage.
    "Sorry about the shock. Happens a lot after shows."
    "Oh, were you at the concert?"
    He narrowed his eyes as if he thought I was making fun of him or something. "Yeah..."
    "That explains the makeup under your eye."
    "Oh shit. I am not a normal guyliner wearer, I promise. Just lost a bet." He swiped at his face a couple of times, managing to miss the little smudge completely. "Did I get it?"
    I laughed. "Not even close. You can use the bathroom to check if you want."
    "Thanks," he replied. "But I'm starved. I'll order something first."
    "Okay. I'll give you a minute with the menu." I went to leave but he reached out a hand and touched my arm. His fingers were long and thin, but strong. Three had silver rings with mysterious symbols on them. I thought one might be a bird of some kind.
    "Wait. Forget the menu. Tell me what's the best thing for a late night hunger."
    I stared at him for a moment and thought the best thing for my late night hunger would be a long session involving the two of us on a bed in a dark room. But aloud I recommended the french toast and bacon.
    "Yeah? How come?"
    "Sweet and salty. Perfect for this late hour. Plus we make the bread here. Very yummy."
    "Works for me. And a big glass of water, please."
    I scribbled the order down and then shoved it at Darrell, who'd been uncharacteristically quiet so far. He arched an eyebrow at me and then turned to the griddle, still not saying anything.
    I shrugged, poured the water and delivered it to the new guest star in all of my future sexual fantasies.
From the Author
    Book 2 is now available: amazon.com/dp/B00BMAMT4M
    Book 3 is now available: amazon.com/dp/B00BUG7MNG

Rocked
    By Clara Bayard
    Kindle Select Edition
    Copyright©2013 by Clara Bayard
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