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Author: Kylie Scott</
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Publication Date: July
29, 2014
Publisher: St. Martin's
Griffin
Synopsis</
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Stay up all night with the sexy rockers in Stage
Dive, the epic rock star romance series from New York Times bestselling author
Kylie Scott, author of Lick and Play.
As the lead singer of Stage Dive, Jimmy is used to
getting whatever he wants, whenever he wants it, whether it's booze, drugs, or
women. However, when a PR disaster serves as a wake-up call about his life and
lands him in rehab, he finds himself with Lena, a new assistant to keep him out of
trouble.
Lena's not willing to take any crap from the sexy
rocker and is determined to keep their relationship completely professional, despite
their sizzling chemistry. But when Jimmy pushes her too far and Lena leaves, he
realizes that he may just have lost the best thing that ever happened to him.
Excerpt</
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“Lena, you seen my old black Led Zep shirt?”</
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“Nope.”
“You sure?” His brows became one dark cranky line.
The scratches on his face were healing well, thank goodness. Though it didn’t reduce
my desire to throttle his mother on a daily basis.
“Yes. I haven’t seen it.”
Can’t find it anywhere...”
“And this is a surprise, how?” I slipped my hands
into my back jean’s pockets. “Jimmy, you own more clothing than Cher, Brittney, and
Elvis, put together. Things are bound to go missing.”
“Sure you haven’t seen it?”
“For goodness sake, what do you think, Jimmy? That
I stole it to sleep in or something?” I laughed bitterly. Sure as hell, the truth deserved
a good mocking. I’d sunk so despicably low.
I hadn’t even meant to steal the stupid thing, but the
shirt had been mixed up with my laundry a few days ago. It’d been the first top I laid
my hand on after stepping out of the shower, ready to go to bed. Without thought,
I’d put it on and it’d been so soft, the scent of him lingering beneath the laundry
detergent. Every night since, I’d found myself in it come bedtime. My shame knew
no limits. And no, I still hadn’t quit. The words still hadn’t come even close to leaving
my mouth.
He frowned. “No.”
“That I have some deep secret longing to feel close
to you resulting in my stealing your shirt like some creepy perv?”
“Course I don’t fucking think that,” he replied
crankily, reaching up to grip the top of the doorframe. All of his bulging muscles
stretched the arms of his white T-shirt in the nicest way. It was all I could do not to
start drooling, my heart beat taking up residence somewhere down between my
thighs. And who could blame it? Not me. Maybe if I got laid, this would go away and
things would return to normal. It’d seemed safer to avoid rubbing up against any
men just in case I got carried away and started dating again. This new situation,
however, changed everything.
“Well, of course not! That would be crazy.” And
wasn’t that the god’s honest truth? Cray-zeee. Lock me up and throw away the key
because it wasn’t like I didn’t know better.
“Just can’t figure out where the hell it could be.”</
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Angels couldn’t have smiled as innocently. They
might have tried, but they would have failed, the dirty-mouthed, winged, little liars.
“Jimmy, I don’t know where it is. But I’ll look around for it later, okay?”
“Yeah,” he said, and then added as an afterthought,
“and stop looking at me weird.”
“I’m not!”
The Stage
Dive series by Kylie Scott
Lick
(Stage Dive #1)
Play
(Stage Dive #2)
Lead
(Stage Dive, #3)
Coming </
strong>January 6th, 2015
Deep (Stage
Dive #4)
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