Meet bad boy rocker Wyatt in Fade Into You.
This new rock star romance by Tracy Wolff is NOW
LIVE! #shakendirty
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Blurb
A sexy
category romance from Entangled's Brazen imprint...
She’s one
addiction he can’t resist.
Wyatt
Jennings has been called a lot of things by the media. Bad-boy rocker. Intense
drummer. Addict.
Finally
out of rehab and desperate for a fresh start, Wyatt rejoins his mega-platinum
rock band Shaken Dirty as they prepare for their world tour. But Wyatt’s demons
are never far behind, always nipping at his heels for one. More. Fix.
Enter
Poppy Germaine, the band’s new social media consultant. A beautiful bombshell
who somehow manages to get underneath Wyatt’s skin, Poppy’s an addiction Wyatt
can get behind. And even though she’s with the label—and therefore
off-limits—he craves her. Needs her.
Except Poppy isn’t actually a social media consultant.
She’s the daughter of the label’s CEO, sent undercover to babysit Wyatt and
keep him from falling off the wagon again. Proving herself to her father is
Poppy’s only goal—until she finds herself in Wyatt’s bed. But if Wyatt
discovers the truth, it could send him spiraling all over again…
Excerpt
#2
She shouldn’t be doing this. She
absolutely shouldn’t be doing this.
Every argument Poppy had given
herself in the last three days—and especially the last thirty minutes, since
Wyatt quit the band—went round and round in her head as she slid her hands
around to cup Wyatt’s ass so that she could take him deeper.
She ignored them all—every argument,
every worry, every consequence she knew would come from this—and concentrated
instead on giving him as much pleasure as he’d given her. On making him feel as
good as he made her feel.
Doing this was stupid; she knew it
with every fiber of her being. Bad for her job, bad for her future, and—she was
beginning to be more than a little afraid—bad for her heart. But how could she
not give him this after seeing the vulnerability in his eyes?
How could she not take him inside of
herself when that one glimpse had let her see just how lost he felt? How
desperately he wanted, needed, to connect with someone?
She would be that someone.
Not because of her job, not because
of her ambitions or the label or any of the reasons why she’d come here. But
because of Wyatt. Because of the way he touched her, the way he held her, the
way—three times now—he was so determined to give her pleasure when the other
guys she’d known had always only been out for themselves.
She wanted to make him feel good so
badly, to get him outside of his head for a little while and show him that he
was worth it. That after the hell he’d been through he deserved all the
pleasure he could take. All the pleasure she could give him.
And so she sucked him deeper still,
and as she did, she scratched her nails over the flat, muscled plane of his
abdomen. Down his perfectly defined V-cut. Along the light happy trail that led
from his navel to his groin. He was beautiful, so fucking beautiful, his skin
pale, his hair soft and silky, his muscles long and lean.
For a moment, just a moment, she
thought about how he’d gotten this lean, this toned, this hard. Thought of the
drugs and the horrors of withdrawal and the hours he must have spent exercising
just to keep from going out of his mind. It didn’t turn her off, didn’t make
her feel sorry for him, though it did make her feel for him. As did the still
fading track marks she could see ghosting along the veins that ran on the
outside of his hips.
She wanted to touch them, to lick
her way along them in an effort to soothe away all the hurt and ugliness they
represented. But something deep inside warned her it would ruin everything if
she did, and so she settled on letting him slip out of her mouth so she could
press hot, open-mouthed kisses on first one hip and then the other. And if her
heart broke just a little at all the pain he had suffered, well then, nobody
had to know that but her.
Wyatt groaned, his hands fisting in
her hair as she pushed his T-shirt up and out of the way so that she could see,
touch, taste more of him.
She skimmed her way across his
stomach, kissing every inch of exposed skin she could get her lips on. But then
the shirt fell down, covering him up again, and she made a sound of frustration
deep in her throat. She hadn’t been able to see him in that alley the other
night. She wasn’t about to let that happen here.
He must have recognized the source
of her frustration—or maybe he just wanted the shirt gone as much as she did. Either
way, it took only a second for Wyatt to rip the offending garment over his head
and drop it on the ground next to her torn panties. As he did, the muscles of
his chest and stomach flexed and bunched, and it was all she could do to keep
her tongue in her mouth.
Because, dear God, the man was
sporting the first ten pack she had ever seen up close and personal. Hell, it
was the only ten pack she’d ever seen, period. She knew drummers were ripped,
knew they used their core more than pretty much any other musicians out there,
but still. Wyatt had been toned when he’d gone to rehab. Now…now he looked like
a god.
The marketing expert in her couldn’t
wait to see what Tumblr had to say about this new development, while the rest
of her just wanted to get her hands—and mouth—on him.
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Tracy
Wolff collects books, English degrees and lipsticks and has been known to
forget where--and sometimes who--she is when immersed in a great novel. At six
she wrote her first short story--something with a rainbow and a prince--and at
seven she forayed into the wonderful world of girls lit with her first Judy
Blume novel. By ten she'd read everything in the young adult and classics
sections of her local bookstore, so in desperation her mom started her on romance
novels. And from the first page of the first book, Tracy knew she'd found her
life-long love. Now an English professor at her local community college, she
writes contemporary romance and erotic romance as Tracy Wolff, paranormal
romance and urban fantasy as Tessa Adams and young adult novels as Tracy Deebs.
View all of Tracy’s releases on Amazon here: http://amzn.to/1Th7GKj
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