Winner of the 2012 Holt Medallion
Like rock and roll music? Like very sexy musicians? Like stories with the good girl/bad guy
I was looking through my list of releases that I’ve accumulated over time. After all, I’ve been published since 2006 so my list of books is pretty lengthy. It’s hard to choose a favorite, I have so many of them, but some stand out a little more than other. Recently in my reader group I ran a little contest about a book that will always be n my list of favorites – JOY RIDE. In 2011, when I attended a conference in Los Angeles, I went to a guest performance at Johnny Depp’s Viper Room. There, in the spotlight, was the sexiest bass player I have ever seen.
Heather Bennett and Kate Richards from Decadent Publishing were kind enough to introduce him to me and even bring him to the hotel the next day so I could interview him and pick his brain. He performed under the name Jackie Joyride, and the book I wrote is named, of course, JOY RIDE. If you are looking for a fun, hot read, the story of the qu9intessential good girl and the bad boy musician, with some very hot sex, then give this story a try.
What did reviewers have to say………..
*****Desiree Holt has a winner here with Emma (Music Lady) and Marc.
*****I loved this book. The romance was off the charts. Who doesn’t want to fall in love at first sight with a rocker?!
*****I read this in one day and wished it would have lasted longer,,,,,,,,
****A great read!
*****Once again, Desiree has wrote an awesome story! Its a must read!
Emma, the good girl poster child, is running from a life she suddenly sees as gray and suffocating—a life where she’s successfully buried all her hopes and secret dreams. Until the night she wanders into Aftershock and is immediately drawn to the hot bass player. The electricity of his performance, the powerful music he coaxes from his guitar, the heavy vibration of each note reaches out to something deep inside her and wakes an Emma she didn’t even know existed.
Marc doesn’t much care for the groupies who hang around the band. He needs a woman he can create a future with that’s a counterpoint to the craziness of the rock music business. When he sees Emma for the first time, something inside him cracks wide open. Just one sizzling glance between them, and he’s sure he’s found the woman to complete his life.
But as the relationship grows, there’s a huge stumbling block: Emma won’t tell him her name. The sex is fabulous but he wants more….
Although Emma is finally finding her true self, her fear of everything falling apart builds a barrier she can’t seem to cross. Marc is taking her on the joy ride of her life, but will her own insecurities destroy everything?
By the time the last song of the last set ended, she was both exhausted and exhilarated, her body vibrating with arousal. Her gaze had locked with the bass player’s each time he’d stared out into the audience. Now, as the band broke down the stage and put away their instruments, she saw him snap his guitar case shut and unexpectedly turn to face her. The coil of lust unwinding in her belly was so intense it shocked her.
She should follow the rest of the crowd out of the club, but she wanted to watch him until the last possible moment and store every image into her mind. At last reluctantly realizing she was the only person left, she walked slowly out into the parking lot. She could still hear the music in her head, still feel that thump, thump, thump that throbbed in all her erogenous zones. Still see the come-fuck-me look in the bass player’s eyes.
Emma dragged her feet as she headed toward her car, not wanting the magic of the night to end, and nearly screamed when a hand touched her shoulder.
“It’s me.” The voice was low, almost a soft growl.
She turned and there he was, scant inches away from her, his masculinity almost overpowering her, the sound of his voice still echoing through her, mesmerizing her. The light in the parking lot cast a halo around him; the glow reflected in the dark irises of his eyes.
“Oh!” was all she could think to say.
“I saw you watching me.” The words were like a caress sliding over her skin.
“I-I like your music.”
His smile was almost feral. “Maybe you’ll like this, too.”
His hands slid up to cup her face and when his mouth touched hers, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to respond. He licked the closed seam of her lips with the tip of his tongue, a feathery touch that sent shivers skating along her spine. Her legs wobbled and she wrapped her fingers around his wrists to hang on, feeling the hard muscle and sinew beneath her fingertips.
He kissed her slowly, a languid movement as if he’d devoted himself to nothing else but seducing her mouth. And the rest of her along with it. His tongue moved back and forth in soft, gentle strokes, finally pressing a little harder until she opened for him. When he thrust inside, the effect was like an electric shock through her system. Her mind blanked, her only focus on the reactions stirring inside her body. He licked and plunged and savored, all the while holding her face in the warmth of his palms. The beating pulse in her womb ratcheted up, and her breasts felt full and swollen.
She had a sudden sensation the world was spinning in slow motion before it stopped dead on its axis. Fire raged instantly to life between them.
When he lifted his head, she was dizzy with sensation. Those dark coffee eyes locked with hers, sending her silent, erotic messages.
He touched his lips to her ear. “Come home with me.”
A shiver of delicious anticipation shimmied over her skin and without a moment of hesitation, she said, “Okay.”