He had it all. He lost it all. And all he wants now is a second chance.
RK Saber ran from tragedy five years ago when his car went over the side of a mountain in a prom-night crash. Consumed by guilt, he walked away from Juilliard and morphed into Rock, front man for the global rock-band sensation, Son of a Jack. Five members. Five best friends. Five rising stars burning so bright, they had to know it couldn’t last.
When tragedy strikes again and the band goes from five to two, RK is sentenced to… home. Back to the place where all his nightmares started. Back to the memory of all the things he lost. Back to the reality he refused to face before he left.
The Vetti twins were identical in all ways but two. Melanie was insane and Melissa was not. One twin was killed on prom night five years ago and one twin was not. And now that RK has returned home, the twin left standing has quite a story to tell. Could she really be the girl he thought he’d lost forever? Or is Melanie just up to her same old tricks?
ROCK is a rock-star romantic suspense by the New York Times bestselling master of twist, JA Huss.
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I take my shirt off as I walk across the hallway, throwing it down on the floor. Missy is standing with her back to me, testing the temperature of the shower. She peeks over her shoulder and smiles. “I know you probably hear this all this time, but damn, Rowan Kyle. You should never take that shirt off in public again.”
I go for my pants, unbuttoning them, unzipping them. She watches every move. And then I kick off my boots and fling them into the hallway with the shirt. She turns all the way around now and I feel myself getting hard as she presses her palm against my cock, squeezing it through my pants.
“If I knew you were coming back I’d have waited for you.”
God, that hurts.
“I just…” She stops, her sad eyes lingering on mine. “I just didn’t think you would. Come back, I mean.”
“I’m sorry,” I say. And I mean it. I’m so fucking sorry I wasn’t her first.
“It’s OK. We get to skip all that awkward fumbling, right?” She swallows hard and I know she’s sorry too. She was the only girl I dreamed about. The only girl I ever wanted. Even after all my rock-star nights, Melissa Vetti is still the only girl I want.
I place both my hands on her cheeks and lean down to kiss her mouth. Her lips part, her tongue seeking out mine. It’s soft, and slow, and short. Way, way too short.
She pulls away, taking her hand off my cock, and turns, stepping into the shower. I let my pants fall to the floor and toss them in the hallway. The shower has a clear glass surround and I watch her as she stands under the water, her fingers massaging it into her hair.
I step in with her and place my hands on her shoulders so I can turn her towards me. “Melissa—”
“Shh,” she says. “I don’t want to talk about it right now. I just want to enjoy this.” She picks up the soap and starts to lather me up, massaging the bubbles along my arms. Over my chest. Up and down my back.
I grab the bottle of shampoo and squeeze some into my palm, then rub my hands together and begin working it through her long, dark, hair as I study her face. The makeup is smearing as I watch. It makes her look like she’s crying.
“I feel like this is a dream,” she says, her soapy hands moving to my front. “I feel like I’ve been granted some wish but it’s all fake and you’re just going to disappear again. Leave me here alone. Lonely. You want to know why I stay home, RK?”
No. No, I really don’t.
“Because I’m lonely. Because you were my life. And I know I was having doubts back when we were about to graduate, but they were small doubts. Growing-up doubts. Not-knowing-what-I-wanted doubts. But I was never going to break up with you, RK. Never. And I was certainly never going to walk away from us.”
Fuck. I guess I haven’t looked at it from her point of view very much. “I walked away.”
“You walked away.” Her frown is so deep it hurts my heart.
“I’m sorry. I don’t even know why—”
“Shh,” she says again. “Later.”
Her hand slides up and down my cock as she looks me in the eyes. It’s a very intimate moment. Probably the most intimate moment I’ve had in years.
“Rinse,” I say.
Missy turns away, and I swear, I know what she’s feeling. Every time she does that I think she will never turn back to me again. I hate when she turns away. I watch as she rinses the shampoo out of her hair. The water streams down her face like that waterfall where we had our first kiss.
She’s not Melanie. How could I ever think she was Melanie?
“Can I make you dinner tonight? Before the show?” she asks when she turns back. The relief that she’s still here is real, as irrational as it is.
“Dinner?” I say, trying to wrap my head around the change of subject. I was about to attack her, lift her up, press her back against the wall, and fuck the shit out of her and now she’s talking about dinner.
“Yeah. Do you still like lemon pasta? Like your mom used to make?”
“Jesus,” I say. “The angel hair with the white wine sauce? I haven’t thought about that in years.”
“Yeah. Remember when I made that for you on your seventeenth birthday?” She laughs. It was a fun night. A really fun night. The kind of fun you only have with the girl of your dreams before you turn to drugs and need alcohol and sex to force the fun. “I fucked it all up,” she says through a giggle.
I grin as I picture her attempt to cook me something. “I’m not sure how anyone can fuck that recipe up, but yeah. You did.” She bites her lip and I almost die. “It was perfect though. Because you made it. And you made it special for me.”
“You ate every bite.”
“There was no chance in hell I wouldn’t, Missy. Not after you went to all that trouble. So sure. I’m not gonna complain about a trip down memory lane with you tonight.”
“Good,” Missy sighs. “Good.” And then she grabs the conditioner and the possibility of sex fades away.
I’m actually glad it fades. I’m glad she changed the subject. Turned us in a different direction. I know I hate-fucked her when I first got back into town, and I’m sorry about that. I’d like to take it back and get a do-over. I’d rather wait. Like we did when we were kids. I’d rather wait until we know for sure this is real, and special, and maybe even permanent.I’d like to take my time with Melissa Vetti.
Michel’s Review
What do you get when you add J.A. Huss + a smoking hot rockstar + an evil twin + dead bandmates + a once in a lifetime love? It’s not a difficult equation, the answer is quite simple… a fantastic book…Rock: A Rock Star Romantic Suspense by J. A. Huss.
J. A. Huss is known for writing romance with a twist. Her characters, plots, and delivery are complex and unpredictable. She weaves a tale with mystery and intrigue that sneaks up on the reader because they become involved in the relationship between the main characters. The building of the relationship, the intense chemistry, and the erotic scenes keep the readers glued to the pages. And then suddenly the underlying plot takes the characters and readers hostage. It’s impossible to put the book down. J. A. Huss outdid herself with Rock. This book had multiple twists and turns. It was hard to predict who was the hero and who was the villain. The relationship between Rock and Missy was even more unpredictable because it was never clear who they really were. As the story evolved and the revelations were made, it added more intrigue.
Rock , aka Rowen Kyle Saber, is more than a rock star. He is a talented musician, superstar, small town boy, and simple man. His road to stardom was an accidental effect of his troubled younger life. He fled from his small hometown in Colorado after a tragic accident that caused the death of his girlfriend. He never intended to return but fate had other plans. Another accident that caused the death of bandmates has forced him to return home. This time the evidence has implicated him as the one responsible for their deaths. He’s forced to face his past, his losses, and his questionable future. He has to face his dead girlfriend’s evil twin sister and the brother he turned his back on. He is also forced to start dealing with the issues that led him to becoming a drug addict. He’s still trying to recover from his injuries and grief from losing his bandmates. He’s a mess, he’s blacking out and losing considerable amounts of time. The people he’s depending on to help him seem to be turning their backs on him. But that’s only his perception of what is happening, in reality it’s a completely different story. Now he has to figure out the truth about the Rock, R.K., and Rowen Kyle Saber. Three separate men encased in one body with one reality. Who is he and what has he done?
Read this book. It’s guaranteed to keep you glued to the pages. J. A. Huss has delivered a chart topping hit book!
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JA Huss is the USA Today bestselling author of more than twenty romances. She likes stories about family, loyalty, and extraordinary characters who struggle with basic human emotions while dealing with bigger than life problems. JA loves writing heroes who make you swoon, heroines who make you jealous, and the perfect Happily Ever After ending.
For as long as I can remember, I wanted to write. Perhaps it was growing up in a village well known for its mystery and folklore, which sparked my imagination as a child.
Shay Savage lives in Cincinnati, Ohio with her family and a variety of household pets. She is an accomplished public speaker, and holds the rank of Distinguished Toastmaster from Toastmasters International. When not writing, she enjoys science fiction movies, masquerading as a zombie, is a HUGE Star Wars fan, and member of the 501st Legion of Stormtroopers. When the geek fun runs out, she also loves soccer in any and all forms – especially the Columbus Crew, Arsenal and Bayern Munich – and anxiously awaits the 2014 World Cup. Savage holds a degree in psychology, and she brings a lot of that knowledge into the characters within her stories.
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