From
the award-winning author of TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT comes the final full-length
standalone contemporary romance in Erika Kelly’s red-hot Rock Star Romance
series, MORE THAN A FEELING. A steamy and emotional story about a loner rocker
finding his perfect duet, MORE THAN A FEELING finds the perfect pitch and will
leave you with more than a song in your heart! Order your copy of MORE THAN A
FEELING today!
MORE THAN A FEELING
From the award-winning author of TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT comes the final story in her red-hot Rock Star Romance series, about a loner rocker finding his perfect duet.
When Cooper Hood left Snowberry, Montana ten years ago, he swore he’d never go back to the town that painted him with the same brush as his addict mother. But right in the middle of his band’s national tour he gets a call to come home: his mom’s got a whopper of a secret to reveal.
Daisy Charbonneau’s in trouble. The talent she hired for her resort’s annual Huckleberry Festival just bailed on her, and she’s desperate to find a replacement act. Luck turns her way when she discovers her high school crush is back in town—and he happens to be a rock star.
As they work together, a crush deepens into so much more, but who falls in love in two weeks?
Especially when Cooper’s never coming back to town, and Daisy’s never going to leave it
As they work together, a crush deepens into so much more, but who falls in love in two weeks?
Especially when Cooper’s never coming back to town, and Daisy’s never going to leave it
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EXCERPT
Instead of clearing the table, she
flicked a match across the striking plate. Bringing the flame to one pink
candle, she watched the wick flare to life. Then she leaned into the faint heat
source. Happy birthday to me.
When she closed her eyes to make a
wish, Cooper appeared with his sexy and—can she say adoring?—smile. Yeah, that’s what his smile feels like.
Until he’d come to town, she’d thought
she had a good life. She loved her work with the Blackstocks, loved her godfathers
and her mom—even her dad. Yeah, he hurt her—a lot—but she knew in his own way
he loved her. And, besides, he was the only father she had.
Maybe she’d just gotten complacent.
Somewhere along the way she’d stopped hoping for more. More attention, more…love.
Spending time with Cooper, though, had
shattered the complacency, allowing her decadent, delicious, passionate side to seep out of the
cracks. To yearn for things she couldn’t yet name. And it wasn’t his rocker
swagger or the lonely boy hidden in the depths of his eyes. It was them. Their sizzling connection. Cooper
read her like no one else ever had. He looked out for her. He…excited her.
Of course he was leaving, so nothing
would happen there. But maybe he’d opened her up to possibilities. After he
left, she’d make it a point to date more. Join dating apps.
Please. She knew better. It was Cooper who roused her inner sex kitten.
Daisy blew out the candle.
Her mom sighed, and Daisy’s heart leapt
with hope that she might’ve awakened from her nap. But she only rolled onto her
side, drawing up her legs and clasping her hands under chin.
Plucking the candles out of the cake,
she licked the whipped cream off the bottoms. Her mouth watered at the sight of
all those juicy red strawberries. So she cut herself a thick slice and dropped
it onto her great grandma’s china dessert plate. Grabbing her tote, she scanned
the room one last time to make sure everything was all right and quietly shut
the door behind her.
As she headed down the stairs she
wondered what piece of jewelry her mom had found for her. Had she bought
something at the farmer’s market? She’d have to wait until tomorrow to find
out.
Adrenaline slammed her as she noticed
the hulking figure of a man waiting at the base of the stairs. It took a moment
to make sense of the breadth of those shoulders, the length of that dark hair
and the black boot resting on the stair above. “Cooper?”
“Hey.” His deep, sexy voice burrowed
under her skin and heated her blood.
“What’re you doing here?”
He didn’t say a word, just kept his
gaze on her, capturing her in a thick, sultry web of attraction and intimacy.
If she swayed forward, she could press
her mouth to his neck and breathe in the clean scent of his long-sleeve T-shirt
and the subtle spice of his shaving cream.
He reached for a lock of her hair,
wrapped it around two fingers, and rubbed. “Happy birthday.”
Pleasure rushed through her. “Oh.” The
guys must’ve told him. “Thank you.”
But then she remembered the party in
his cabin. Carrie on her back, her shirt gaping open. Did Cooper even remember
rejecting Carrie that morning out of solidarity with her?
It didn’t matter. There was too much at stake
to get caught up in figuring out a man who’d only be in town for two weeks. She
started to move around him, but his hands caught her hips.
See, this was why she found him so
confusing. He had a party going on his cabin, and yet here he was giving her
that possessive grip that drove her wild.
They were at eye level, so she got to see his handsome face up close.
“Have you had cake today?”
She lifted the dessert plate. “My mom
made me a strawberry cream cake. I’ll have some with her tomorrow, but I
couldn’t resist taking a slice.”
“You shouldn’t have a slice of anything. You deserve a whole
damn birthday cake. With candles and everyone in town singing ‘Happy
Birthday.’”
“Oh, come on. I’m too old for that.”
“No. You’re not.” He pulled a box of
birthday candles from his back pocket. “Now all we need is a cake.”
“Where did you get those?”
He cracked a grin. “The Sugar Bowl. Now
let’s see about that cake.”
“I’ve got this. We can share it on the
ride back to the ranch.”
“You’re not sharing, Daisy. Not today.”
“Nothing’s open.”
He cocked his head. “Coulda sworn your
mom owned a bakery.”
“You want to break into my mom’s
bakery?”
“I don’t need to break in. The guys
left it open for me. After they scrounged up the candles.”
Yeah, Daisy liked her life. She loved
her family, her town, her job. But Cooper Hood opened up a whole other side of
life she didn’t even know she’d been missing. He indulged her. He celebrated
her.
About Erika Kelly
Award-winning author Erika Kelly has been spinning romantic tales all her life--she just didn't know it. Raised on the classics, she didn't discover romantic fiction until later in life. From that moment on, she's been devouring the genre and has found her true voice as an author. Over three decades she's written poems, screenplays, plays, short stories, and all kinds of women's fiction novels. Married to the love of her life and raising four children, she's lived in two countries and seven states, but give her pen and paper, a stack of good books, and a steaming mug of vanilla chai latte and she can make her home anywhere.
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