Note: Originally posted Friday, March 15, 2013

Count Me In is my second release with Ellora’s Cave, and I can’t WAIT for it to hit the electronic shelves on March 27th!

This is my first short story and features characters from Starstruck. Although it is a stand-alone book, I think it’s most enjoyable if you read Starstruck beforehand.

Those who have read my first novel will know I like to shake things up a bit, and this story is no different. Let’s step back a decade from Starstruck and delve into a brief, yet emotionally charged, encounter of Ricky Bradshaw’s mysterious past.

Here’s a small excerpt from my newest baby…

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She was still undecided about whether she should brazenly walk out to greet him or remain in his bed, naked and waiting like she’d hoped to be presented on the silk-covered platter, when the door swung wide open and the room brightened. Her entire body jolted as if she’d been zapped with a defibrillator.

His knuckles whitened on the doorknob and he growled, “What the hell!”

Her eyes widened, her throat constricting to the width of a drinking straw. The bare-chested man who stood before her was even more handsome in real life. All long lean legs, piercing brown eyes and dark hair. The thirty-year-old drummer who cautiously crept toward her had been the bad-boy of her dreams since forever. She needed this night so badly. She’d fantasized about this moment and wanted nothing more than to be fucked senseless by a real man, not the uptight businessmen her father had insisted she date in the past.

Ricky loomed over her, his broad shoulders tight with tension, his right pectoral muscle twitching like a distressed heartbeat. If she wasn’t so turned on by his half-naked body, she might have been more than a little scared of the deep scowl etched in his forehead.

“Who the fuck are you, princess? And what the hell do ya think ya doin’ in my room? This some kinda joke? One of the boys put ya up to it?”

“N-no.” She sat up, fumbled to find the edge of the sheet and covered her breasts.

He shot a glance over his shoulder, almost as if he expected someone to be standing behind him, but when he turned back around the anger melted away and he became the cocky self-assured man he was publicly renowned for.

His lips curled with the slowest of grins as he folded his arms and stared down at her. “So who was it? Ronan? No, wait…it was Jackson, wasn’t it?”

“No. Nobody put me up to anything.”

He cocked an eyebrow.

“I swear.” She remained still as he studied her face, his head comically tilted to the side like a puppy’s though his stare remained slightly narrowed with wariness.

She closed her eyes as her body hummed with nervous energy, his closeness reactivating her self-doubt. Was she making a fool of herself? Should she steal the sheet, hide herself with it, cut her losses and run for the door?

When she finally braved to raise her eyelids, she was met with an intense gaze filled with steel determination and dancing with excitement. She’d found her answers. There’d be no running tonight. The brash, wicked promise twitching at the corner of his mouth stopped all thoughts of flight in their tracks.

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