Blurb:
Knife-Edge “Ears” Kenner is the well-known lead guitarist of Dirt Cherry. He sees the woman who makes his heart race and she doesn’t recognize him, doesn’t answer his pick-up lines, doesn’t even look at him. What do you do if you think you meet the woman of your dreams and she acts like she doesn’t hear you?
Lucy Shaanti lives her whole life in silence. Between work, school, volunteering, and overwhelming family obligations that threaten to crush her, she doesn’t need a rock star with an even rockier past.
Will Knife-Edge be able to convince Lucy to risk everything to give them a shot?
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Excerpt from Rock On
As soon as the guys are gone my desire for Lucy flares again. This woman does something to me.
“Alright,” I say, but she’s not looking at me. I put the speakers face down, so the entire front of the speaker is flat on the floor. I go back to the iPad and turn the volume up as much as it will go and press play. I look at Lucy. “Now can you hear-feel it?” I ask.
Lucy nods.
I move Lucy to the middle of the floor, which is vibrating with the heavy, sexy bass line of Smoke’s “On Fire at First Sight”. My living room seems like a dance floor with everything pushed to the side except for the three giant speakers.
I follow the video’s instructions and come up behind Lucy. But instead of leaving six inches of space between us, I press my body flush against hers, my front to her back. I lace the fingers of our right hands together and lift our arms up and stretch them high, following along with the video. But when the move repeats, I gently drag my fingers along the soft underside of her arm, and encourage her to wrap her hand around the back of my neck.
Then we step forward and back in rhythm. Our hips moving in synch to the sensual flow of Smoke’s voice and the throbbing drum beat. The song has a little bit of a Latin vibe, and our steps rock forward and back, slightly side to side, like a merengue dance that has taken lessons on how to tease. I put right my hand on Lucy’s hip to guide her and then let it splay across her abdomen, my thumb caressing her bare skin under her shirt. Lucy grips the back of my neck tighter.
“That’s it, baby, you feel that?” I murmur to the back of her head. “How good we are? How hot we are together?”
The next song is Chris Isaak’s “Wicked Game”. I haven’t heard this one in forever, and obviously, Lucy has never heard it.
The dance teacher has his couples so the partners are both facing the same direction, so I spin Lucy so her back is pressed against my front again.
She mimics the teacher’s assistant in the video and crosses her hands over her chest, and I do the corresponding move of hugging my arms around hers.
“My mom loves this song,” I say to the top of her head. “It was playing the first time my dad asked her out.”
Lucy dances with me. It’s a slow figure eight of our hips that grinds Lucy’s ass up against my crotch every other measure. I’m not sure if she’s driving me crazy on purpose, or it’s just the nature of the dance move. The song progresses, and my temperature rises. Even though this song is sexy as hell and has a great bass line, the bass line is buried in the mix, faded in to sound as if you’re hearing it from a distance. I can’t feel the floor shake. Maybe Lucy’s more sensitive to it than I am, but I have a feeling rather than distinct bass and bass drum lines, what she’s hear-feeling, if she can feel anything, is a low mumbled buzz of mush.
I hear the song repeat to a section in the beginning, so the teacher must have remixed it to an extended play.
It’s strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I’d meet somebody like you.
I bury my lips in her hair, right above her ear. “Lucy, you have no idea how foolish I am for you. Or how much desire I have. Or how every time I see you it takes everything I have not to throw you down and fuck you, because you are so fucking hot.”
“Did you say something?” Lucy asks, shouting over the music, her voice very deep.
“What?” What??!!! I let her go, reach over to the iPad and slam the pause button. “What? You talk? You can talk?”
Lucy points to her ear. “Deaf.” She points to her throat. “Not mute.”
Holy fuck. She can talk.
And there’s so much I want to hear her say.
About the Author
M. J. Roberts is a bestselling author known for witty dialogue, fast-paced action, and romance that sizzles. With over two million copies of her novels in circulation worldwide, including the popular Rock Hard Series, she has captivated readers with characters who feel as real as your closest friends.
An award-winning author of twenty-four novels and over forty short stories, Roberts has been honored with six literary awards, including the Literotica Summer Lovin’ Contest 2015 and the Literary Titans gold medal for Rock Hard: Chord Brothers, Book 1.
When she isn’t writing, Roberts is an editor, audiobook narrator, and professor of creative writing. She lives with her husband, a professional musician (a.k.a. “The Rock and Roll God”), and often jokes that her “I’m with the band” status gives her plenty of inspiration for her bad-boy characters. She is also a self-proclaimed nap expert who, in her dreams, is a rock star herself.
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