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HIGH STRUNG
(POWER STATION BOOK 1)
CRASH RIDE
(POWER STATION BOOK 2)
SYNOPSIS
HIGH STRUNG
Ashlyn Murphy was not living the dream. Twenty-seven years
old, college educated, up to her eyeballs in debt and yet she’d been relegated
to pouring beers at a local bar. She desperately needed an out and was willing
to do anything to get back into the corporate world. Well, almost anything. Dan
Evans, Rock Star was NOT one of those things. In fact she despised him.
Apparently he didn’t get the memo.
Dan Evans, bass player of international rock band Power
Station had it all. He was rich, travelled the world, played to millions of
adoring fans and had no shortage of beautiful women willing to share his bed.
He didn’t need a moody redheaded knockout with a superiority complex
complicating his life. Or did he?
When two people who couldn’t be more opposite cross paths,
it’s bound to be explosive; sometimes all you can do is sit back and enjoy the
show.
MY REVIEW FOR HIGH STRUNG:
How in the world did I survive before Power Station??? OMG these guys are insanely good!! And, oh so very yummy. While the entire band consists of Alex, James, Jason, Dan and Troy- we only pick up with Dan's story. At this point Alex and James already have their HEA's going on (although, Alex and Lexi have their story to play out in T's other series, The Lexi Stories.
So, Dan Evans, the bassist for Power Station, and official manwhore of the band- tags along with Alex one day to Lexi's office (with the ulterior motive of trying to hit on her assistant- see, total manwhore)...... Anyway, he tags along with Alex, and encounters Ashlyn. Ashlyn just happens to be applying for the job as Lexi's new assistant, and while it isn't her dream job- she knows that it will be a definite step up from slinging drinks at the bar, where she currently works. So, boy meets girl- and the sparks fly. But not the good ones. He is immediately taken with the fiesty redhead, and does whatever he can to rile her up, all while checking her out (remember, manwhore). While Ashlyn, on the other hand, thinks Dan is the rudest and most offensive man that she has ever met. Absolute hilarity.
Needless to say, neither can get the other off of their mind, and when a chance meeting at a nightclub later on occurs, the sparks again fly. And this time, they aren't necessarily the wrong kind. So begins a unique and sexy friendship between the two, with Dan doing whatever he can to show Ash that he isn't taking no for an answer. He is determined to show her that he can, and has, changed his ways- and he is the man for her.
Their story does have its fair share of struggles, with Ash being her own worst enemy sometimes, but luckily- it all works out for them in the end. I fell head over heels for this reformed manwhore, and loved him to pieces by the end.
5 stars for this amazing book!!
HIGH
STRUNG - EXCERPT
I stood, in preparation for my turn, when I felt a shadow
cast over me blocking out the midday sun. It was just my luck to finally get an
interview with a halfway decent job and some crazy-ass Armageddon took over New
York. I slowly turned—might as well get a good view of whatever fate was about
to befall me—and I almost smacked directly into Alex Stone.
*crickets*
Alex Stone was the lead guitarist of the band, Power
Station, and while I had not been a fan of the band, I was definitely an
appreciator of this fine specimen in front of me. Standing six four, with an
amazingly toned body, ice-blue eyes, and magnificent blond hair, he had been
engineered to be a sex symbol. Rivaling Michelangelo’s David, he was chiseled
to perfection. The fact I didn’t care for his music did not detract from my
fascination. In fact he could probably give up his music career, stand in the
Met Museum and allow us mortals to glare longingly at him all day. What? Living
art is a legitimate gig.
"Hello," Alex purred, dazzling me with his amazing
devilish grin. "Are you waiting to see Lexi?"
Of course I knew Lexi Reed was not only the band’s publicist
but also married to the guitarist, aka the guy in front of me, but man, Lexi
was like Barbie. The bitch had everything.
I blinked, allowing my eyes to float down his sexy muscular
chest and noticed he had a Baby Bjorn carrier with a sleeping infant inside
strapped across it, hindering my view. I think my ovaries just exploded. It was
too much. Because when Alex wasn’t sending the panty-wearing population into
overdrive by being a rock god, he was a new dad to his baby daughter, Grace. I
mean, seriously, how could a woman not swoon over that deadly combination?
"Um," I mumbled like a moron, all my years of
education flashing before my eyes, unable to make my mouth function. He was
talking to me?
"I’m just going to need a moment of her time, mind if I
step in ahead of you?" His smooth voice curled around every word, making
love to it.
I nodded wordlessly, feeling compelled to continue the moronic
theme I had running. It was better than throwing myself at his feet and
worshiping him, a very real danger the longer he stood there. He was more than
just good-looking, he was obscenely attractive, and I had this unbelievable
urge to lick him, slowly, like a cat.
Taking my wide-eyed, enthusiastic nod as a yes and seeing he
wasn’t going to get anything more intelligible out of me, Alex strode into Lexi
Reed’s office. I watched as his ridiculously hot body disappeared through the
doorway, my eyes straining to catch the last glimpse of his incredibly toned
ass before it slipped from view.
"He’s married and a douchebag," an uninvited voice
said, pulling me from my happy place.
"Huh?" I twisted around, ready to disembowel the
owner of said voice for ruining my Alex Stone fantasy.
"He," the owner of the voice pointed to the door
Alex had just walked through, "Is. A. Douchebag." He enunciated
slowly before continuing, "Alex. Is. Also. Mar-ried." He paused
before each syllable for effect.
Standing in front of me, marring my memory of Alex, was the
owner of the voice – an annoying man. Shorter than Alex, at what I assumed to
be roughly six foot, he eyed me with more interest than I was comfortable with.
He had a mess of dark hair, smoldering dark brown eyes, and was covered in
tattoos, the evidence poking out from the sleeves of his T-shirt. Next to the
word badass in the dictionary, I’m sure there was a picture of this guy.
Dressed in torn, dark blue jeans, and a Misfits T-shirt, he was the epitome of
a rock star, without the finesse Alex possessed. Despite his unkempt look he
was strangely sexy, although his smug smile made me want to add ripping out his
tongue to the disembowelment I already had planned.
"I heard what you said," I snapped. "There is
nothing wrong with my hearing. I just don’t know why you cared to volunteer
that information." Despite his good looks, I think if either of those two
men was a douchebag it would be the one who was still talking to me.
"Oh cool, you talk." He laughed. "I just
wasn’t sure if you were just a star-struck fan or you had a disability. I was
trying to be polite." He moved closer, stretching out his hand. "I’m
Dan. Dan Evans."
"I’m not a star-struck anything. And I don’t have a
disability. I don’t know what you are talking about." I purposely rejected
his handshake and instead adjusted my jacket, annoyed he had assumed I was just
another one of those girls. Who was
this guy anyway? Judging by his appearance, I guessed him to be another member
of the band, possibly the drummer? He probably needed to compensate about not
getting enough attention being holed up behind a drum kit.
"Look, it’s fine, babe. We’re used to it. Girls get
crazy over us all the time. You don’t need to be embarrassed." He pulled
back his hand and shrugged, seemingly unfazed by my lack of civility.
"I’m not embarrassed. And I’m not your babe. Whatever
you think you saw, you were mistaken. I don’t get crazy." I was slightly
embarrassed, but more irritated I’d been caught staring…and called on it.
"Sure. Okay. You don’t want to admit it, that’s fine
but I know what I saw, and you were throwing so much heat in Stone’s direction
I’m surprised the paint didn’t peel off the wall." He pulled out a stick
of gum and popped it into his mouth, thoroughly enjoying the fact I was irate.
Clearly not a gentleman.
"Oh my god. I was not throwing heat. Are you
insane?" I hissed, my embarrassment manifested into full-blown anger as I
tried my best to save face. No matter how gorgeous this man in front of me was,
I was not going to let him get the better of me.
"You can keep denying it all you like, babe. Makes no
difference to me. I just thought I’d be charitable and point out it’s a waste
of your time." He chewed on his gum, smirking. "You have a better
chance of the Cleveland Indians winning a World Series than Stone sleeping
around. Now me on the other hand, I don’t have those kinds of
restrictions."
My face flushed with anger, as I officially wanted to kill
him. Yet stupidly, I couldn’t deny how attractive he was as he smugly stood in
front of me, his broad chest filling the material of the tee that did little to
hide the toned flesh that lay beneath. What the hell was wrong with me? He was
rude, arrogant and probably teeming with every STD known to man, and he’d
called me babe…twice. I was not going there.
"Did you take some kind of class to learn how to be so
offensive or is this a natural ability?" I leaned forward, refusing to
allow him the pleasure of knowing he was getting under my skin.
"How did I offend you? I have been nothing but polite.
I haven’t even looked at your tits." Dan stared at me bewildered, actually
confused.
"Wow. My tits
and the rest of me thank you for your lack of interest." I gave him my
best death stare, disappointed I didn’t have some mutant ability that would
render him incapacitated. I blamed my pre-teen fixation with comic books for
giving me such unrealistic expectations.
"Don’t mention it. They are a little on the small side,
it makes things easier." He shrugged, talking about my breast size like it
was no big deal. The edges of his mouth curved as his eyes dipped down to gaze
at my aforementioned tits, which were
thankfully contained by my conservative business shirt.
"Really? You’re not even going to hide the fact you are
now staring at my breasts?"
"Well now we are talking about them, I kinda can’t help
myself." He grinned, not even having the decency to be remorseful.
"You know, now that I’ve looked at them, they don’t seem so bad. You
should maybe pop a button or two though, work with what you got."
SYNOPSIS
CRASH RIDE
Megan Winters had lusted over Troy Harris, drummer for
international rock band Power Station, for years. Not being the type of girl
who was invited backstage, her fantasies had stayed just that, fantasies. When
her best friend unexpectedly starts dating one of the other band members it
puts her on a crash course at war with her libido. Her solution— they need to
have sex. Surely once she had scratched that itch, and saw the fantasy didn’t
live up to the reality she could move on. I mean, what could possibly go wrong?
Troy Harris vowed to stay away from Megs. The sexy, smart
and funny blonde left his mind and his body feeling like a pretzel. No matter
how attracted he was to her, she was a no-go zone. The best friend of his best
friend’s girlfriend? Cue the reality show. But when she gives him the chance to
have a one-night no strings good time, there was no way he could turn that
down. Maybe she was right. One night, and then they could go back to being just
friends.
Both of them were delusional.
Book two of the Power Station series
MY REVIEW FOR CRASH RIDE:
Troy Harris!!! Yeah, I know I can just call him Troy- but really, does it even have the same effect?? Nope, I didn't think so. Now that we have that out of the way, I can gush over how much I LOVED Troy and Megs!!!! I didn't know if Troy was going to be able to dethrone Dan on the romantic factor, but he most certainly has. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't the manwhore that Dan was to begin with, or that he immediately knew he wanted Megs, or even that he tried tooth and nail to fight it- all for the sake of the the band. Who knows?? All I do know, is that he is freaking awesome. Mohawk and all. I want my own Troy Harris- plain and simple.
Megs and Troy, both best pals to Ash and Dan (respectively), met during that fateful night at the nightclub in Ash and Dan's book. And their sparks?? They were ALL good. Megs had long harbored a crush on Troy, and was already a huge Power Station fan when they met, so she was immediately smitten. Troy, however, was a bit more reserved in his admiration. While he most certainly thought that Megs was beautiful, and wanted her- he was hesitant to rock the friendship boat.
Megs had a simple solution (or so she thought)- one night together, and it would get them out of each other's system.
If only things went as planned................
So begins their story of an amended friendship, more of a "beneficial" partnering than normal pals. And, it is phenomenal!!! Troy, sweet Troy- I just wanted to eat him up when all was said and done. He stuck by Megs through so much, even during the most gut wrenching of times. He was there. Solid and resolute in his love for her. It was beautiful.
Do not miss out on this amazing series, as there is another book coming- the story of Jase. These guys are wonderful, and I can assure you that you won't be disappointed!!
5 stars!!!
CRASH
RIDE – EXCERPT
It’s not like I had spent the last six months pining after a
guy I couldn’t have. No, I had brushed myself off and went full steam ahead in
trying to find a distraction. Any distraction. Not that I started bedding
strange men and having one-night stands, but I was certainly more open to a casual relationship. I was actively
dating and I’d always had a healthy sex life, but the last couple of months…
well I was a little bored with what the life buffet had offered me. Maybe it’s
the bad-boy hang up or the allure of the forbidden, but the reasons why Troy
and I shouldn’t sleep together were making less and less sense. After all, we
were adults. Rational ones even. Well, for the most part. Feelings wouldn’t
even have to come into it. Who says it has to be a relationship? It could just
be just sex. Maybe once we’d had sex,
the whole forbidden fruit issue would be gone, thus remedying the situation.
Maybe, it would be like a vaccination, sort of like when they give you the live
virus of something to prevent a full-blown outbreak. It would definitely cure
the sexual frustration I had going on.
"Um, Megs? Where did you go?" Troy’s raised
eyebrow hinted at the fact I’d zoned out again. It seemed to be a real hazard
when I was around him. I hadn’t even noticed we reached the stairs that lead to
the VIP area.
"I was just thinking…" I swallowed. My heartbeat
raced as I contemplated what I was about to say. Best not to over thinking it,
I didn’t want to lose my nerve. I was also stone cold sober, as Troy had
helpfully pointed out, so there was no way I could blame my future actions on
inebriation. Still, there was a sure fire way to stop the loop of crap rolling
around in my head and that way was
standing in front of me. Sue me if I sounded desperate, I really didn’t care
about public opinion, what I needed was to lose myself for an hour or two. And
the person I wanted to do that with was Troy. Here goes nothing. I was about to
test my theory once and for all to prove that honesty is in fact the best
policy.
"We should have sex."
"Whoa. Um. Megs. Maybe we should get a drink first.
Maybe sit down?" Troy smiled but didn’t act shocked. After all, the
flirting was nothing new so he probably assumed this was just an extension of that.
Turning it up a notch, if you will. I could tell he didn’t think it was a
legitimate proposition. I would fix that.
"No seriously. The more I think about it, the more I’m
convinced we should do it."
He lowered his face inches from mine. "Megs, didn’t we
already agree dating would be a bad idea?"
"Who said anything about dating? No, I’m talking about
fucking. Just sex. Purely physical," I clarified in case there was any
confusion. I figured if I was going to sell this baby, I had to do it justice
and leaving wiggle room in the interpretation would not do.
His eyes narrowed, realizing I was serious. "Were you
drinking before you got to Ash and
Dan’s?"
Laughing would be inappropriate, and would not help my
cause, so I tried not to. It wasn’t easy. Sure what I was asking was slightly
out of character—scratch that, extremely out of character—but I had suggested
it in the past. Granted I’d been drunk, and my lets-have-sex had been
off-the-cuff, but a proposal had been made. What did I have to lose? "No.
I’m completely sober. Actually, this is the clearest my mind has been in a long
time."
"So we’re just supposed to fuck and then stay friends?" His eyes were a mix of
contradiction and confusion. Strangely, it just made him even more alluring.
"I really don’t think that works out that way for anyone."
While I admired his integrity on the issue—really, give the
man a round of applause—it was his other attributes I was interested in
tonight. It wasn’t going to turn into some long and romantic love story. I was
okay with that. I was surprised I hadn’t come to this conclusion sooner. Sex
was definitely the answer. "No, not if they go in with other expectations.
Of course, we know better. No emotional attachment, just fulfilling a primal
need."
His mouth curved into a grin and despite my indecent
proposal, he didn’t seem pissed. "Megs, think about what you are saying.
Once you go there, you can’t un-go there. We both know it’s not that
simple."
"Are you two coming up or what? I thought we were going
to party tonight, not have a PTA meeting on the stairs," Dan called from
the top of the stairs, his arm around Ash. I guess they had finally noticed our
absence, or potentially heard the whistle of the crazy train threatening to
take me away.
"Shut up, asshole. We’ll be there in a minute."
Troy turned and called back to him over the noise. Secretly I was glad he
hadn’t just shot down the conversation. It would be premature to high-five
myself just yet.
Dan rolled his eyes but didn’t seem overly concerned as he
allowed Ash to pull him away. She gave me a quick wink and a smile just before
they disappeared from view. I would have to thank her for that later; her
intuition guessing it was a conversation that didn’t need an interruption. She
didn’t need to know the finer details, especially seeing as I had no idea what
I was actually doing.
I leaned in closer to Troy, needing to know if I was
fighting a losing battle. "Aren’t you even the slightest bit turned on by
me?"
"Megs, my dick is about to get choked out by my jeans.
Trust me, not being turned on is not
the issue here."
So I wasn’t imagining it. He was interested. Or at the very
least his dick was, and lets face it,
that was the only part we really needed
to be on board. Yep, we can officially declare me out of control. Maybe the
stress really was getting to me? Whatever the excuse, I was going with it. I’d
come this far, might as well jump off the cliff. I had always been an
overachiever.
"I think you are over-thinking this. Here is the way I
see it. I have had a really bad week, horrendous even. And what I would really
like right now is sex. Just to lose myself in a raging, screaming orgasm. Nothing
fancy, as long as we both get off. Now, I know I could find some random guy and
take him home, but I would really prefer for it to be you. Who gives me the
orgasm, I mean."
Troy cocked an eyebrow as he considered my offer. "And
you think we can just have sex and shit won’t be awkward later?"
"I know so. Besides, I think it might actually help
us." At the very least help me. Possibly even cure me of my crazy
obsession all while helping me forget my mental baggage. There really wasn’t a
drawback as far as I was concerned.
"How do you figure?"
I took a deep breath. This is what I like to call my
finishing maneuver. The final wrap up. The end argument. "Well, I’ve
always had a thing for you. I’d go to shows and see you on stage and secretly
wonder what it would be like. Knowing you hasn’t really stopped me from
thinking about it. If we did it, then maybe I could stop looking at you and
wondering what it would feel like to come with your cock inside me."
His jaw tightened, as his eyes raked up and down my body.
The intensity of his stare made me feel naked.
"Fuck." He hissed out a breath.
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
T Gephart is an indie author from Melbourne, Australia.
T's approach to life has been somewhat unconventional.
Rather than going to University, she jumped on a plane to Los Angeles, USA in
search of adventure. While this first trip left her somewhat underwhelmed and
largely depleted of funds it fueled her appetite for travel and life
experience.
With a rather eclectic resume, which reads more like the
fiction she writes than an actual employment history, T struggled to find her
niche in the world.
While on a subsequent trip the United States in 1999, T met
and married her husband. Their whirlwind courtship and interesting impromptu
convenience store wedding set the tone for their life together, which is
anything but ordinary. They have lived in Louisiana, Guam and Australia and
have travelled extensively throughout the US. T has two beautiful young
children and one four legged child, Woodley the wonder dog.
An avid reader, T became increasingly frustrated by the lack
of strong female characters in the books she was reading. She wanted to read
about a woman she could identify with, someone strong, independent and
confident who didn't lack femininity. Out of this need, she decided to pen her
first book, A Twist of Fate. She enjoyed the process so much that when it was
over she couldn't let it go.
T loves to travel, laugh and surround herself with colourful
characters. This inevitably spills into her writing and makes for an
interesting journey - she is well and truly enjoying the ride!
Based on her life experiences, T has plenty of material for
her books and has a wealth of ideas to keep you all enthralled.
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