Gulf Coast/West Coast: The Eye (I) Editions

Anniversary Editions

The "Eye" Books are 1POV as originally written:
Eye of the Storm/Gulf Coast Girl=Jack Who?
Storm's Eye/West Coast Girl=Weathering Jack

You asked for it! Jack and Marissa as originally written, first pov restored, deleted steamy scenes restored!

the rockstar's Gulf Coast Girl

Eye of the Storms is the Anniversary Edition of Jack Who? written in first pov with extra hot scenes, and more Jack pov chapters, for those who love steamy romances.

Is the cure for a breakup a hookup?

Marissa Duplei has one mission. Pick herself up, dust the ex off, and get dirty with someone else. However, sexy, inked-up, metal-musician Jack Storm is not the average girl’s revenge fling.

A tour bus bang.

A one night stand gone awry.

A secret to keep at all costs.

Could it all lead to love?

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excerpt

Taking my glass, he thrust both drinks aside, and his palms came to rest on my hips to pull me close. The hand snaking so familiarly under my shirt was cold from holding his drink, but it quickly warmed against the heat of my skin. Greedily, I couldn’t get enough of his kiss, and I found myself practically hanging on him in an effort to get even closer.
    His hand splayed on my back, smashing our bodies together. Phase Two was all downhill from here, or rather down the hall. As I thought of my bedroom, some sanity returned. Five years ago, we had hooked up for the sake of hooking up. And tonight? Tonight I had phased sex into some devious plan. A plan that, not for the first time, felt weird and wrong.
    “Jack?” I wedged a hand between us, and when he pulled back enough to warm my face with his inquiring gaze, I pulled in a fortifying breath. “You’re not seeing anyone?”
    A myriad of emotions crossed his face, and one seemed to be annoyance. “I thought we just cleared this?”
    An awkward silence stretched, and he still seemed exasperated with this line of questioning or maybe with the interruption.
    And so I joked, “I’ve heard about rock stars. A woman in every city! I just don’t want to be your gulf coast girl.”
    “What are you asking, Marissa?”
    Oh hell… What was I asking? Was I trying to define our relationship, right here, right now? Because what faster way to scare away someone like him? I was an idiot!
    “I’m not asking anything,” I tried to salvage a shred of humility. “I just don’t want to go where this is going if you have a girlfriend. It’s wrong.”
    Picking up his glass, he drained it. I had definitely killed the mood, and I was regretting it now. I was about to drink to my own stupidity when he dropped to my level again, speaking against my lips.
    “I’m not seeing anyone. No woman in any city. No one.” His lips brushed mine as he spoke, and his gaze sank into my eyes. “Is there anything else you need to clear up in this kitchen before we move to the bedroom and fuck like it’s been five years since?”
    Hypnotized by his words, and heated with his look, I could only shake my head in one small chin movement.
    “Anything you want me to sign?” He pressed, as he pressed a kiss to my mouth, and when I smiled at the humor, he did too.
    A touch of our tongues had us heating up fast, and within seconds, the past minutes fell away as if I had never cock-blocked myself.

THE ROCKSTAR'S west COAST GIRL

Storm's Eye is the Anniversary Edition of Weathering Jack Storm written in first pov with extra hot scenes, and more Jack pov chapters, for those who love steamy romances.

It had been easy to fall in love with Jack, metal musician and father of her child. Staying in love with Jack Storm the rock star while adjusting to a new life in Los Angeles is anything but easy.

Is this the rock star life?

To Marissa, her future seems as mysterious as dusk’s shimmering shadows beneath the surface of the luxurious guitar shaped pool. There is no doubt this could be her dream house, her dream life with the man she loves. Not so dreamy is all that she is beginning to see packaged with him.

The crazy hours of a very active life. The garbage behind the glam. Mostly, a moody and presumptuous rock star whose public persona is opposite of the sweet celebrity she fell for.

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excerpt

His knee moved up between my legs, keeping warm the other part of my body, which was still throbbing from this same treatment. Jack stood up enough to rub another kiss to my lips and to push the fabric to my waist. When I felt the drag of it over my hips, I protested.
    “Seriously? With everyone just right there?”
    Was this the rock star life? Yet I knew the answer. No one had taken notice yet. Jack’s answer was a simple rock star answer. Barely raising his lips from mine, he raised his voice, and it carried over his shoulder across the water.
    “Party’s over! Bye!”
    His tongue reunited with mine as if the time apart to say those few words had been an eternity. Tilting my head, I watched in astonishment as the patio emptied in less than three minutes. Most of our guests even called out a cheerful good-bye.

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