by Brooklyn Ann
GENRE: Contemporary Romance
BLURB:
YOU NEVER KNOW…
Bleeding Vengeance’s drummer, Roderick Powell knows he’s a sod for feeling glum, especially after moving into a beautiful new home in a smart Denver suburb. But all his mates are partnered or married, and dreadfully happy. It’s enough to make a rockstar rethink his options. And even though his sexy neighbor has given him the brush-off, he’s decided to have another go – at this point he has nothing left to lose, apart from his heart.
WHAT LIES BENEATH
Gwen Mason’s romantic past has been bumpier than most – twice divorced by thirty, she’s had enough of broken promises. An ER nurse who keeps a brutal schedule, she’s happy to become known as the neighborhood crazy cat lady. But…the most delicious man has moved next door. He’s British, he’s famous, he’s a rockstar. And, hard as she tries, Gwen can't keep Rod Powell from breaking all her rules, and suddenly she sees a future she never believed possible.
Excerpt:
Gwen’s eyes widened. “Do you think
all five of them are moving into the place?”
“Lord, I hope not.” Mrs. Kersh’s
lips thinned like a junior high schoolteacher’s. Suddenly she gasped. “The
first one is coming this way.”
Sure enough, Mr. Hotness was
striding up Gwen’s lawn with a smile that made her breath hitch. “Cheers, new
neighbors. I’m Roderick Powell. I thought I’d introduce myself to you lovely
ladies and get the rundown of the neighborhood.”
He had a British accent. Gwen nearly
melted in her seat. It wasn’t fair. Her belly fluttered like an infatuated
teenager’s as she rose on shaking legs and shook his hand.
“I’m Gwenda Mason.” Oh God, his grip
was so warm and strong, and some delicious scent radiated from him. She fought
to keep her head straight and not stammer. “I’m your next-door neighbor.” She
cringed as his brow lifted with amusement at her stating the obvious. “I mean,
ah…” She pointed at her other neighbor to clarify. “This is Mrs. Kersh. She
lives across the street from me.”
Mrs. Kersh stiffened on the bench
swing and gave him a stiff nod instead of a handshake. “Where are you from, Mr.
Powell?”
“Los Angeles.” At her suspicious
frown he added, “But I was born in Lancashire, England.”
“And what do you do?” she demanded,
casting a baleful glare at one of his speaker cabinets being hauled up his
walkway.
“I’m a drummer.” He confirmed their
suspicions. “But don’t worry, I’m installing sound-proofing panels in my music
room, which will be in the basement.” Roderick tossed the question back. “And
what do you do, Mrs. Kersh?”
“I’m retired.” Mrs. Kersh said
primly. “Are those others going to be living here as well?” She pointed at the
other gorgeous men and the beautiful women beside them.
Roderick shook his head. “No,
they’re only helping me move.” At Mrs. Kersh’s loud sigh of relief, he chuckled
and turned to Gwen. “And what do you do, Gwenda?”
Her skin flushed under his gaze.
“I’m a nurse.”
His grin broadened, revealing
gleaming white teeth. “Hellooo, nurse!”
A startled laugh escaped her lips.
“Did you just make an Animaniacs reference at me?” She’d grown up with that
cartoon. For a moment she wondered how he knew about that old show, but then
realized that it was probably streaming online somewhere.
He nodded, still grinning. “Sorry,
luv. That was cheeky. Couldn’t help it.”
Mrs. Kersh sniffed in disapproval
while heat flooded to Gwen’s face at the casual endearment. She should
disapprove as well. Her young neighbor shouldn’t address her with flirtatious
terms. That would get them off to a bad start. Yet she didn’t have the heart to
reprimand him. Besides, it could be a Brit thing. It probably didn’t mean
anything more than other English terms she’d heard like “ducky.”
Gwen changed the subject. “So you’re
going to be living in that big house all alone?” At first it seemed like an odd
thing, but then she remembered that she’d done the same. Yes, she’d been
awarded the house in the divorce, but she could have sold the place and had a
much smaller mortgage. For her, keeping the house was a matter of pride,
comfort, storage, and the unspoken hope to maybe have room for someone else.
“I’ve had bigger,” he answered with
a wink, though for a moment there was a flicker of pain in his gray eyes.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Formerly an auto-mechanic, Brooklyn Ann thrives on writing Romance
featuring unconventional heroines and heroes who adore them. After writing
historical paranormal romance in her critically acclaimed “Scandals with Bite”
series and urban fantasy in her “Brides of Prophecy” novels, she now explores
the chaotic realm of heavy metal music— a difficult world to find love in.
She lives in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho with her son, her cat, and a
1980 Datsun 210.
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