by Sadie Grubor
by Sadie Grubor
Sidra Campbell lives by a hump-him-and-dump-him rule. No love, no messy emotional strings, means no chance of losing control – again. She came to L.A. to support her cousin Liza, but she's also running from the vicious cycle she left behind in Pennsylvania.
Unfortunately for her, two men aren't making life easy. One invokes the haunting nightmare of a past she's fought hard to be a survivor and not a victim. And another so tempting, so persuasive, she reinforces the wall around her heart and dons her mask to keep the behemoth out. To everyone else, she appears confident and happy, but they’re always the ones hiding the deepest pain.
Xavier Stone, former drummer to one of the greatest rock bands, Corrosive Velocity, has suffered loss after loss. Finding himself a full-time dad and in threat of losing once again, he's barely hanging on.
There's one woman who creates a spark of interest so strong he can't seem to keep his hands to himself. She hates him. At least, that's what the mask of insults and indifference she wears wants him to believe, but her kiss tells another story. Xavier has lost too much. She may not be happy about it and can run all she wants, but Xavier's done losing.
When two explosive personalities collide, one runs and the other snares.
The Falling Stars Series
Not giving a shit that her family is witnessing the moment, I advance. In one long stride, I reach out and grab her by the back of the head. Fisting her hair, I tilt her face to mine.
"I hate the way you just accept it," I grumble.
"Fat girls are used to superficial judgments," she whispers.
"Don't," I warn, tightening my hold on her hair, not enough to hurt her, just enough to get my point across.
Her tongue peeks out, wetting her lips.
"It's okay," she reassures, but her eyes tell another story.
Emotions storm in her blue eyes, strength battling against pain and hurt.
"Tiger, I'm so thankful you're strong enough to brush this shit off, but it's not, nor will it ever be, okay for anyone to talk about you that way," I inform.
There's a small jerk to her body, a nervous movement. Her eyes glance to our observers and then back to me.
"Okay," she concedes, placing her hands on my chest and patting.
She's fucking placating me.
Stowing my phone in the pocket of my coat, I take her face in both my hands and lock my eyes on hers, keeping them captive, making sure I have her full attention.
"Christ, Sid, you smell like the best summer day, look like the wickedest thing I could ever choose to sin with, and sound like the best fucking porno soundtrack when I'm deep inside you."
The air between us grows thicker, heavier, and, I swear to God, sweeter.
Her mouth parts on a shaky breath. Chest heaving, she bites her bottom lip.
"Oh my," Sid's mother says on a breath.
A throat clears from behind me and our surroundings return.
The gleam flashing in her eyes gives away her evil intentions. If there's anything I know for sure about Sid, it's her habit of using humor to hide her emotions.
"AVN Award worthy?" she asks, making me smile.
Licking my lips, I bring my face closer, and whisper, "No, 'cause I'm the only fucking one who's gonna hear it."
"Well, the boy definitely knows how to speak to her," Sid's father states.
"He sure does," her mother sighs.