Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
He’s not wearing sunglasses this time, and his dazzling green eyes penetrate mine, making the words feel like they’re stuck in my throat. My palms sweat. My heart races. And I can’t look away from the most breath-taking face I’ve ever seen.
He grins at me.
And raises his hand in a peace symbol.
~*~*~*~
MAVERICK
She’s fuckin’ perfect.
I can’t look away. The crowd screaming in my ear is making me want to pull out my gun and shoot the lot of them, just so they’ll shut up and let me hear her sing. I hate people on a good day, so why I’m standing here, in a crowd that’s pushing and shoving to get a better look at the angel on the stage, is beyond me.
But then she smiled at me and raised her delicate little hand in a peace symbol, and the crowd slipped away. Those brown eyes made my stomach flip and that smile made my dick so fucking hard I can’t concentrate on anything else. It’s been a long time since a girl has had any effect on me; I fuck them and I leave. But this girl ... This girl has captivated me somehow.
Her loneliness spoke to mine.
Her voice drove the knife home.
She doesn’t know it was me she spoke to at the fountain that night or that I followed her bus, curious to watch her sing, curious to hear more of that voice. Now I’m here, getting poked by screaming girls and men that probably go home and jack off to the breathtaking beauty they see on the stage right now. Can’t say I blame them.
Scarlett Belle is, without a doubt, the best-looking woman I’ve seen in my life.
Tiny, soft curves that have just enough extra to make a man’s dick instantly hard. Long blond hair that’s thick and curled. Eyes that are big, wide, and say so much more than those pretty, full lips do.
I growl as I watch her pace the stage, singing, leaning down and touching her fans’ hands. She strides over to my side of the stage, her brown eyes locking on mine again. I wink at her and love the way color rises in her cheeks as she flashes me a killer smile. She walks closer, leaning over, her breasts poking out the top of her dress, making it fucking hard to focus on anything else. She extends her hand and I realize she’s extending it to me.
People push and shove to get closer, to touch her hand. I’m right on the barrier between the stage and her, and I find myself extending my hand before I can even think. Her fingers graze over mine, her voice fills my ears, and I swear to fucking god I can’t move. Her skin is like silk, smooth and soft, delicate as a fucking flower. I want to curl my hand around hers and tug her off the stage and into my arms, so I can taste her once.
She keeps singing, flashes me another smile, and stands back up, continuing her show.
I don’t take my eyes off her, not for a single second.
Not until she’s done and she disappears off the stage.
But not before her eyes lock on mine again and she flashes me one more peace symbol.
Then she’s gone.
And fuck, I know it.
I’ve got to see her again.
-3-
SCARLETT
He was there.
At my show.
The biker from behind my bus.
When he raised his hand in a peace symbol, my heart nearly fell out of my chest. It was hard for me to focus on my songs when all I could see was the gorgeous stranger staring at me from his spot in the crowd, piercing me with those intense green eyes, making me feel things I’ve never felt before. I didn’t think, I just wanted to touch him, to feel his rough fingers.
When they grazed over mine, I thought my heart was going to stop.
Rough and calloused, but so big, so manly, so safe. I wanted to climb off the stage, tip my head to the side, and let that big hand cup my cheek, let his fingers slide over my skin.
I’m fascinated by this stranger, this man who appeared out of nowhere and won’t leave my head.
Who is he?
Why is he following me?
What’s his name?
I want to know it all.
I need to know it all.
Will he come to my next show? Will I ever see him again?
“Scarlett!”
Susan’s voice snaps me from my thoughts, and I swivel around in my chair, staring at her as she comes into my dressing room. She’s wearing a scowl, which doesn’t surprise me. She’s angry because I started my show a few minutes later than normal. Susan is always on time, always.
“I know,” I say, my voice slightly hoarse from all the singing. “But that girl ... She needed someone.”
“She could have used anyone, anyone but you. You know I don’t like you starting late. It gives you a bad reputation. It gives us a bad name.”