She won’t go down without a fight…and he’s looking forward to it.
Rush of Insanity
Eden Summers
Re-Releasing Feb 7th, 2017
Harper left the world famous solo artist, Judd Hart, over a year ago. No matter how much she cared for him, their worlds were miles apart. All they shared was great sex and the ability to drive each other crazy. So why is she at his concert, drooling over the sound of his delicious voice, when she’s spent months convincing herself they can never work?
Letting Harper walk out on him was the biggest mistake of Judd’s life. And now that he’s sighted her amongst the crowd, he won’t let her run away again. Not even if it means holding her hostage on his tour bus until he can seduce some sense into her. They have a lot to work out, but this time, he will do whatever it takes to convince her they have a future.
Apart, their lives are smooth sailing. Together, it’s pure craziness. But sometimes it’s okay to enjoy the rush of insanity.
“God, you’re beautiful
when you’re mad.”
He wouldn’t have thought
those eyes could glare with more ferocity. He was wrong. She glanced at the
table beside her, then scoured the rest of the room with her gaze.
“There’s nothing left to
throw.”
She raised a brow as if
accepting a challenge and gripped the back of the wooden chair, lifting two
legs off the ground. “Why am I here?”
“I was going to ask the
same thing.” He couldn’t contain his smile. Fuck, he enjoyed this woman. She
revived him. Energized him. Even after a two hour performance. “I would’ve
thought my concert was the last place you’d want to be on a Friday night.” His
smile crept into a smirk as the devil sparked in her eyes. “I guess I’m still
hard to resist.”
She huffed as she raised
the chair and launched it haphazardly in his direction. All it took was a slide
to the left to miss the trajectory.
The last thing any sane
man would do is laugh, but this was what he loved about Harper. She didn’t take
any shit. Instead, she gave it out in truckloads. She was a spark of life
amongst the dreary yes-men and placating groupies he was surrounded by.
“Have you got that out of
your system?”
Her gaze narrowed. “Are
your goons going to let me go home?”
“Not until I tell them
to.”
She crossed her arms over
her chest, plumping up her breasts in the loose charcoal T-shirt. She
definitely was beautiful when angry; she was also more alluring than he
remembered. Her eyes were a deeper blue, vibrant and hypnotizing. And her
mouth…those dark, plump lips would be the death of him.
“Well, I guess I need to
find a better weapon.” She turned back to the counter, gripped it with both
hands and hung her head with a sigh.
There were red marks on
her wrist. Three specific impressions that looked like finger marks.
“What the hell are they?”
He bridged the distance between them in four steps, and took her elbow in his
hands.
She turned into him, her
eyes wide. “Back off.”
“Who did this?”
“Who do you think?” She
tugged her arm from his grip. “Your henchman thought I was a meek, vulnerable
female and tried to manhandle me.”
His heart crept into his
throat, climbing higher with his fury. “The guy you sank your teeth into?”
“Yeah.” Her smile was
smug. “He tasted like chicken.”
Eden Summers is
a bestselling author of contemporary romance with a side of sizzle and sarcasm.
She lives in Australia with a young family who are well aware she's circling
the drain of insanity.
Eden can't resist alpha dominance, dark features and sarcasm in her fictional
heroes and loves a strong heroine who knows when to bite her tongue but also
serves retribution with a feminine smile on her face.
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