How about a sneaky peek at LUSH?
USA Today bestselling author Lauren Dane delivers a second serving of sexy in her new Delicious novelâ€”in which taste and temptation make up a sweet recipeâ€¦
Mary Whaley has her hands full running a successful catering company and overseeing her supper club. Sheâ€™s got everything she ever wantedâ€”or so she thought. When she meets ridiculously hot and very dirty rock star Damien Hurley at her friendâ€™s engagement party, the attraction she feels is overpoweringâ€”and she isnâ€™t about to deny herself.
Damien is used to a hard and fast life. He and two of his brothers started a band when they were all in high schoolâ€”then they hit the big time and stayed there. Heâ€™s also a legendary madman on the stage and in the bedroom. But when he meets Mary, something clicks, and the bad boy starts thinking he may have finally found something good.
What begins as a series of fleeting trysts soon get much more complicated. Damien canâ€™t figure out why Mary doesnâ€™t want more from him. And before long itâ€™s Damien who wants more of Mary. But it turns out Mary is no stranger to the celebrity news and heâ€™s got a very big job ahead of himâ€”proving that heâ€™s worth more than a one-night standâ€¦
Delicious: LUSH by LAUREN DANE
Copyright 2013, Lauren Dane
All Rights Reserved, The Berkley Publishing Group
Releasing in trade paper and digital formats April 2
She had her special access badge on and stood just left of the stage, watching Damien play drums. The crowd screamed so loud she wasnâ€™t sure how Adrian avoided losing his hearing.
Sweet Hollow Ranch was up first, opening for Adrian. They were pretty damned successful in their own right so she knew this mini tour was more because they all liked each other and had fun playing together.
And it showed.
From where she stood she could see the container of extra drumsticks affixed to the stand to Damienâ€™s right. He wore black fingerless gloves and no shirt. Sweaty. He sang along on the chorus and occasionally took a line or two on his own. He had a good voice. Slow and a little whiskey and smoke. Like he was.
Paddy had a knockout stage presence. He was every inch the frontman. He cocked his head, letting his hair fall forward over one eye. He crooned, the gravel in his voice bringing sighs and hoots from the women in the audience.
Vaughan had his own way. No less sexy than the others, but with a sort of laid-back ease the other two didnâ€™t. He grinned when the women threw their panties on stage.
â€śWho does that?â€ť Julesâ€™s lip curled.
Mary tended to agree that it was gross and lacking self-respect. But she was also lucky enough to have spent many hours naked and sweaty with one of the Hurley brothers. She didnâ€™t blame other women for wanting a slice.
â€śDoesnâ€™t look like they find it to be a hardship.â€ť Cal shrugged, kissing Julesâ€™s temple as she sniffed her annoyance.
â€śIs he like . . . that energetic in bed?â€ť Daisy asked, watching Damien play the drums like a madman.
â€śHeâ€™s certainly that creative.â€ť Mary knew she was grinning but she couldnâ€™t help it. â€śHeâ€™s really good with his hands.â€ť
And other parts. All his parts really.
â€śYeah. Usually Iâ€™m the one that sweaty when heâ€™s finished. If I had any muscle control left Iâ€™d totally use my lighter.â€ť
Daisy laughed, her arm linked with Maryâ€™s. â€śWe need to have a long, graphic discussion when we get back home. Levi is, um, enthusiastic about hotel sex. Who knew? His house is way nicer than our hotel room, for goodness sake. But heâ€™s keeping me nice and relaxed. I figure itâ€™ll be a chore to get you away from sex dude over there so you can tell me when we get back. Then I want every single detail.â€ť
â€śIâ€™d say something like how it wasnâ€™t as exciting as you made it out to be. But Iâ€™d be lying.â€ť
She nodded at Daisy. â€śI am not exaggerating. Anyway.â€ť Her gaze went back to him. He was so sexy she could barely stand it. She wondered if heâ€™d feel odd if she wanted to lick him. He was sweaty and it should have been gross. But it so was not.
Probably not. He liked sex. He hadnâ€™t shown anything less than total enthusiasm for it in whatever manner it came.
He was sort of feral up there. So much energy. Legs moving. Arms moving. His biceps actually rippled as he played. His tattoos glistened under the lights.
Something south of her belly button might have actually pulsed. Good gracious.
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