Trinity Laker is the tough-talking,
sexy, and talented lead singer for all girl rock band Moonstone. Broke,
emotionally and physically damaged from her relationship with her abusive
mother,and sometimes homeless, she doesn’t have the time or energy for romance
of any kind. For Trinity, her world revolves around the band.
From the moment she steps on stage, rich boy Luke Morrison is intrigued by her and knows that he has to have her, no matter what secrets he has to keep.
From the moment she steps on stage, rich boy Luke Morrison is intrigued by her and knows that he has to have her, no matter what secrets he has to keep.
As soon as Luke’s lips touched mine I
knew I was a goner. I’d thought of little else but his lips and his kisses and
the way he made my insides turn to liquid fire. I didn’t think I’d ever get a
chance to feel like that again and now here he was, kissing me again.
I arched against him and moved closer,
sliding my hands up his shoulders and into the short strands of hair at the
base of his nape. His tongue reached into my mouth and I welcomed it, kissing
him deeper. Suddenly I was lifted off the seat by his strong hands at my waist,
and found myself straddling his hips. Pain shot through me at his touch, my
ribs still sore and tender and I winced pulling away from him.
“What?” He blinked up at me. “Did I
hurt you?”
I shook my head and sucked in some
quick breathes to get through the pain. “It’s okay. It’s nothing.”
He didn’t believe me, I could see the
flicker in his eyes but I distracted him by leaning in to kiss him again. It
worked. I felt his hands on my back, roaming from my shoulder blades down over
my buttocks where he cupped me and pushed me closer on him. I could feel his
arousal through our denims and it only served to inflame me more. My whole body
was trembling and I wanted him, wanted to feel him as close as I possibly
could.
His lips left mine and traced hot wet
kisses down my throat as I arched against him, holding onto his hair, tugging
it. His hands slipped beneath my shirt, tracing over my skin and leaving me
burning as if his fingertips were on fire. As if I was on fire everywhere he
touched me. A sound filled the air and I realized it was me. I was panting and
breathless.
“God, Trinity,” he murmured against my
throat, “what you do to me.”
Andi Bremner is a romance writer who
is lucky enough to live by the beautiful Indian Ocean in Western Australia with
her husband, three children and mad as a hatter cocker spaniel.
Andi grew up with her nose in a book
and her head in the clouds. Her favourite books were the ones that
transported her away to another world full of dashing heroes and damsels in
distress set in far away time periods. Romance, and in
particular, complicated romances soon became her favourite novels to
read and write and she now writes angst ridden tales of first love with some
steamy interludes thrown in as well.
On the weekends Andi can be found
ferrying her children to their various after school activities or hiking and
camping in the stunning Australian outdoors.
Trinity is the first story in the
Moonstone Series.
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