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Today bestselling author Kylie Scott comes a new story in her Stage Dive
series…
When the girl of your dreams is kind of a nightmare.
As head of security to Stage Dive, one of the biggest rock bands in the world, Sam Knowles has plenty of experience dealing with trouble. But spoilt brat Martha Nicholson just might be the worst thing he’s ever encountered. The beautiful troublemaker claims to have reformed, but Sam knows better than to think with what’s in his pants. Unfortunately, it’s not so easy to make his heart fall into line.
Martha’s had her sights on the seriously built bodyguard for years. Quiet and conservative, he’s not even remotely her type. So why the hell can’t she get him out of her mind? There’s more to her than the Louboutin wearing party-girl of previous years, however. Maybe it’s time to let him in on that fact and deal with this thing between them.
**Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you'll enjoy each one as much as we do.**
When the girl of your dreams is kind of a nightmare.
As head of security to Stage Dive, one of the biggest rock bands in the world, Sam Knowles has plenty of experience dealing with trouble. But spoilt brat Martha Nicholson just might be the worst thing he’s ever encountered. The beautiful troublemaker claims to have reformed, but Sam knows better than to think with what’s in his pants. Unfortunately, it’s not so easy to make his heart fall into line.
Martha’s had her sights on the seriously built bodyguard for years. Quiet and conservative, he’s not even remotely her type. So why the hell can’t she get him out of her mind? There’s more to her than the Louboutin wearing party-girl of previous years, however. Maybe it’s time to let him in on that fact and deal with this thing between them.
**Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you'll enjoy each one as much as we do.**
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“Ooh, busted,” said Lizzy. “The
bodyguard caught you looking.”
“Shut it.” I inched my chin up a
bit, trying not to frown because frowning gave you lines. “Sam and I have known
each other for years and nothing has ever happened. You’re completely wrong
about this.”
“Am I?”
“Yes, there’s nothing between us.”
“So that’s why you were staring at
him?”
I chose not to answer that. “And
you know he prefers to be called executive protection officer instead of
bodyguard.”
At this, Lizzy burst out giggling,
a malicious glee in her eyes. No wonder I liked my sister-in-law these days.
Ben shot us both an irritated
glance. We both ignored it.
Of course, I’d known Sam would
probably be here. Rock stars going out in public could be a delicate thing.
People had a tendency to get overexcited. And while one person wanting an
autograph wasn’t a problem, twenty or thirty of them suddenly swarming
definitely could be. Having once been part of the entourage, I’d seen it happen
to Ben and his fellow Stage Dive band members enough times to be wary. And you
couldn’t get by with ordinary security. Rock stars needed protection from their
over-zealous fans, but on the other hand they didn’t want the fans roughed up
or hurt in any way. It required a delicate balance: control, experience, and a
whole gamut of scary physical skills. Hence Sam.
Still, Portland seemed generally
less crazy than the good old days back in LA. All of the guys seemed calmer and
more settled away from the constant craziness of the party scene. Not to
mention the effect of all of the wives/partners and various offspring. The
biggest rock band in the world had officially been domesticated.
It was kind of cute. Or sad. I
don’t know.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to stir you,”
she lied. “What do you think of your brother’s new musical bromance?”
On the small stage set up in the
corner of the room, a young man wailed his heart out while playing an acoustic
guitar. Much angst about a girl who only called him after midnight. Trust a
rockster to turn a simple booty call into a heartbreaking ballad. The song was
damn good though. He had talent. If only I hadn’t had my fill of the type when
I was younger. The kid looked to be in his early to mid-twenties. Lanky with
lots of tattoos. Your typical rock ’n roll Prince Charming. Gag. These days my
type ran more toward…actually, what I needed or wanted in a male was a total
mystery.
And my gaze did not stray back to
Sam. That did not happen.
Kylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013 & 2014, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.
You can learn more about Kylie from http://www.kylie-scott.com/
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