Family is everything, I protect mine with my life..Connor McGloughlin had it all, a great family, a college scholarship and music.Tragedy forced him to grow up too fast.When his life finally is on track, Ronni Miller appears like a dream.Kindred spirits in the most unlikely of circumstances.There’s only one thing in the way—Her dark past he’s determined to protect her from.
When your innocence is stolen, trust is a precious gift..Actress Ronni Miller tasted fame at a young age.But her path to stardom was riddled with tragedy.She never imagined falling for Connor McGloughlin, a rogue, Irish rock star.The thing is? Ronni’s got revenge on her mind.Regardless of the risk or the consequences.Or losing the one thing in her life that makes her feel alive.Connor has only ever asked Ronni for one thing: her heart.But when her bravery is couched in lies?She risks losing the man who would do anything for her.Unless she finally realizes being fearless means placing your trust in true love.
Ty’s deep voice interrupted my thought. “Connor, this is Ronni Miller.”
She stuck out her hand, almost shyly. “Oh, I know who you are. I love LTZ.”
Jace chuckled and excused himself. Ty didn’t bother, he was like a ninja and slipped away without saying a word. No complaints from me. Now alone, I was left sitting next to the beautiful woman with her hand enveloped in mine. I flicked my thumb over her knuckles. She smelled delicious, like a lemon-meringue pie. I wanted to eat her up.
Snapping out of our eye lock, she looked around and realized we’d been ditched. “Where’d they go?”
“Ty made his patented escape.”
“Oh.” Her nose scrunched up adorably. Clearly, this lass wasn’t used to being rejected.
“So, Ronni? Fancy a drink, love?” I turned up my brogue to eleven. In situations like this, I double-downed on my accent. Chicks dug it. It worked like a charm. I was learning that firsthand with all of the tail I’d been pulling since Jen dumped me.
“Um. Well. Sure.” She fiddled with the strap of her dress distractedly before looking up at me. She blinked once. Then twice. “I think I just lost a bet.”
“Oh yeah? I’ve been known to gamble. What’s the wager?”
She shook her head, almost embarrassed. “A friend bet me that I couldn’t get a kiss.”
“From Ty?” I laughed heartily. Oh Lord, if she only knew.
She began to giggle. Her cheeks turned pink. “Well, technically the bet was getting a kiss from someone in LTZ.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “What?”
“How much was the wager?”
She gathered her hair and twisted it up into a messy knot. “Does it matter?”
Good God how I wanted to grip a fistful of that hair and hold it tightly while I rammed into her from behind. “It does.”
She threw her hands up. “Fine. But you need context.”
“It’s going to sound so dumb. I just got out of a serious relationship and my friend is determined to get me back in the saddle, so to speak.”
Ahh. Well, well, well. We were in the same boat. With that little piece of information, how could I resist? Without hesitating another second, I bent down and licked the seam of her lips before pressing my mouth fully against hers. Her pliant lips opened. Our kiss deepened.
My palms threaded through her luxurious mane and caressed the base of her skull to tilt her head gently. My tongue sought hers and swirled around in a slow dance before I sucked on it. Her eyes opened in surprise at the intimacy, but she relaxed against me. Clutched my shirt in her fists.
My hands roamed downward, skimming her sides. Thumbing the underswell of her breasts before reaching around and grabbing her ass. Squeezing. Pulling her toward me so she could feel my hard cock pressing against her. Her hips gyrated against my erection, making me groan.
Before I knew it, we were going at it like we were starved. Grinding against each other. Tasting. Groping. Forgetting where we were.
More like not caring.
I could have gone on for hours because this Ronni girl tasted delicious. Like some sort of exotic fruit cocktail with a tinge of cool mint.
As much as I wanted to keep kissing her, I had a plan.
When she was well and thoroughly snogged, I released her. Held her away from my body, but lightly gripped her upper arms. She looked down at my prick, which was a clearly outlined ridge in my jeans. She turned her gaze back up to me. Expectantly.
Oh, but what good would it be if she didn’t have to work for it?
I was going all in.
Abruptly, I released her and walked away.
Turning, only to say, “You’ve got your LTZ kiss, beautiful, hope that your wager was a big one.”
If I was a betting man, and I was, she’d follow me in— three... two... one...
Except she didn’t.
And I went bust.
When she was only 15, Kaylene Winter wrote her first rocker romance novel starring a fictionalized version of herself, her friends and their gorgeous rocker boyfriends. After living her own rockstar life as a band manager, music promoter and mover and shaker in Seattle during the early 1990's, Kaylene became a digital media legal strategist helping bring movies, television and music online. Throughout her busy career, Kaylene lost herself in romance novels across all genres inspiring her to realize her life-long dream to be a published author. She lives in Seattle with her amazing husband and dog. She loves to travel, throw lavish dinner parties and support charitable causes supporting arts and animals.