I spent a lot of years in the music business but it wasn’t until recently that I drew on those experiences for my writing. Downstroke and Having It All kicked it off. Then I met the sexiest bass player, Jackie Joyride, who became the inspiration for, what else, Joy Ride, a story of love that could not be denied, despite a million obstacles.
Of course you, my readers (and I thank you for this) wanted the stories about the rest of the band and so Sydney and Rick’s love story was born in my brain. It’s about an industry that demands almost more than it gives. That makes it difficult to have a real personal life. That doesn’t always allow for feelings and that is rife with jealousy.
But it’s also the story of a band with the electricity of the Lightnin’ for which it is named. And it’s the story of two people, a hot rock star and a feisty promotions agent, who collide like an explosion of fireworks. What do you get? #Aftershock.
Determined to shake off her past, Sydney Alexander plans to seize the day when it comes to handling PR for Lightnin’ the blazing star rising on the rock scene. Rick Trajean, Lightnin’s lead, torches her all business all the time mantra when the sizzling chemistry between them ignites brighter more than the band’s popularity. As Lightnin’ scorches the charts, Rick and Sydney burn up the sheets. But can their passion handle the pressure of the music business? Not everyone is happy with Lightnin’s success and when the vindictiveness so common in the business threatens to destroy the band, their tour and the love Rick and Sydney found in each other, their powerhouse may come crashing down. What’s left when it does? #Aftershock.
Follow Syd and Rick’s story. And Marc and Emma from joy Ride play an integral part in what happens. So come on along.
She was still buzzed from the evening when she checked into the hotel. Lightnin’ happened to be checking in at the same time and their excitement was palpable. Even Danny and Garrett came over and gave her a hug. They all rode up in the elevator together, the guys still jazzed, laughing and bumping fists. Except for Rick, who was strangely silent.
They all got off at the same floor she did and headed to their rooms. She was shocked to discover that Rick’s room turned out to be right next to hers. She couldn’t help sliding a glance at him and was stunned to see him watching her, a ravenous look in his eyes. There was no mistaking the desire in his gaze. Did he want her to join him? Or should she ask him if he wanted to come into her room? What was the protocol here?
Unsettled, she fumbled with the keycard at her door, dropping it in her nervous haste to get inside her room. She wasn’t aware he had moved until suddenly he was beside her, taking the card from her fingers. He slid it into the slot and when the lock light turned green he pushed the door open.
“Here you go.” He held the door back with his body, waiting for her to enter the room.
She moved past him, rolling her suitcase into the room and turned to him. Before she had time to say anything he grabbed her arms, turned her to face him and pressed her against the door.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all day.” His voice was heavy with a combination of emotion and desire. “I think tonight calls for a celebration, don’t you?”
Speech deserted her and all she could do was nod. She wanted him, this man who had exploded into her life. More than wanted. She was hungry for him, a passion that never seemed to leave her. Reaching up her hands she cupped the roughness of his late night beard, loving the scratchy feel of it.
She tilted her face up just the least little bit to accommodate him and his mouth came down on hers. The minute their lips met heat surged through her as if someone had lit a match to her blood. She clutched at his shoulders to steady herself, knowing she should break away even as her body cried for more. She was drowning in him, his heat and scent invading her. And all she could think was more, more, more.
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