He's a cowboy with a guitar
and an attitude. She's Nashville's toughest, most sought after music agent.
They have one thing in common: country music.
Cutter Harrison relies
on two things: beer and music—his music. At twenty-six, he's happily divorced
and plans to keep it that way.
Holly Avery is on the
hunt. She's determined to discover the next country music superstar and is
willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen.
An unexpected meeting in
Arkansas makes them question their pasts, their futures, and the bare essentials
of love. Country music brought them together, but will their dirty little
secrets keep them apart?
He leaned back and put
his guitar case on the floor. Opening it, he pulled the instrument from its
resting spot, sat it on the mattress and then lifted a pen and straddled her.
The warmth and weight of his body settled atop her hips as he pushed the pen
behind his ear and strapped on his guitar. Strumming the chords, he hummed
until lyrics were formed and the room was filled with a song she'd never heard.
Mesmerized, she held her
breath, afraid that any movement would disrupt the pure beauty of his creation.
Then he stopped, took
his pen, and wrote on her body. The pen tickled her skin, leaving behind inked
notes and lyrics. She wanted to cry, but didn't. He was the most extraordinary
man she'd ever met and with each sketch of his pen, each new ink blot that he
skillfully crafted on her flesh, she fell deeper and harder then she could've
ever imagined. He was masculine yet soft, aggressive yet pliable. Hard work
left his hands calloused, yet each stroke of the pen was precise and swift.
And then he sang without
playing as he continued to compose on her skin. Hands down, no comparison, it
was the most sensual moment of her adult life.
As he shaded notes and
wrote lyrics, her arousal heightened until her nipples were hard. If she
thought her well of lust had run dry, she was mistaken. It pooled between her
legs and if the growing size of his erection was any indication, he was just as
turned on by their artistic moment as she was.
He picked and strummed
the strings of her heart as capably as he handled his instrument.
When the music died, he
nodded approval. "You inspire me," he said.
"If that's what
this is, I'll always aspire to inspire you," she whispered.
I write the characters and stories that scream the loudest.
I
have an unshakable fetish for a good mystery and anything paranormal, along
with an insatiable appetite for coffee and travel. When I'm not
reading the novels of so many great authors, I'm creating stories of my own. My family keeps me
grounded, my pets keep me jumping, my friends keep me focused, and it all
happens in Texas!
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