They say love is beautiful.

They lie.

Love is a dark, broken man with whiskey-colored eyes. Love is knowing he will never return my feelings. It is the final chord of a guitar riff as it bleeds into silence.

Love is Zeke Danton.

I convinced myself I needed him. I thought there was no one better to record my debut album with…

I was wrong.

Encased in layers of ice, he wears his pain like a protective shield.

Wanting what I can’t have might ruin me. But so help me, I crave his destruction.

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What is it with me and storms? What is it that lures me to the tempest, delights in the chaos, and dances in the turmoil?

I wish I knew.

If I did, I wouldn’t have pressed my body against Zeke’s. I wouldn’t have pulled his mouth to mine. And I wouldn’t have kissed him.

He stills. For a brief moment, Zeke is immobile. Then a low growl sounds. He wraps one arm around my waist, shoves his hand in my hair, and kisses me back. Lord, does he kiss me back. Zeke’s mouth is firm, demanding, in complete control. He bites my bottom lip, causing me to yelp, and then sweeps his tongue inside.

My hands slide to his shoulders, nails scraping against the fabric of his T-shirt. I wish it was bare skin; I wish I could score his flesh and claim this whirlwind as mine.

“You’re wrong,” I gasp, between hot, desperate kisses. “Everyone belongs to someone.”

Fingers hook in the waistband of my pajama shorts and yank me closer. “You reckon that someone is you?” His gaze turns pitying. “Baby girl, you’ve got mistake written all over you.” A large hand skims the back of my thigh, hitching my leg up to wrap around his waist. Zeke drives his hips forward and grunts.

“Jerk.”

He’s hard.

“Siren.”

I’m wet.

“Don’t you dare stop,” I warn.

“Not a chance.”

My head lolls back.

“Give me your mouth. I need to taste you.” His lips devour mine while I hold him close, succumbing to the bliss of lips and tongue.

“Jesus fuck. You taste like cherries.”

“It’s my moisturizer.”

Zeke licks and nips his way down the column of my neck. When he reaches the juncture of my collarbone, he groans. “Freckles. You’re fucking killing me.” Sharp teeth bite my skin. Hard.

Knees? Gone.

Pale skin? Bruised.

Cares given? None. Not a one.

Thankfully, I’m lifted by two muscular arms before my ass hits the ground. With both of my legs wrapped around his hips, Zeke stalks to the closest available surface. The sharp cold of the marble countertop against my bare thighs is unexpected. I hiss.

Wrenching my head back by the hair, Zeke takes one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking it through the fabric of my tank top. I hiss again.

“I’m gonna own this body,” he rumbles, his hand palming my breast. “Every last inch will be mine.”

“Promises, promises,” I pant.

“You think I’m lying?” His eyes sear mine.

“I barely know you.”

“I don’t fucking lie.” Straightening, he rocks his hips. The hard cock barely contained in his jeans rubs against my swollen clit.

My eyes roll back in my head. “Then I guess we have something in common.”

He grunts.

“It’s the start of a beautiful relationship,” I joke.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Make me.”

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About the Author

Lee Piper is a lover of books. She often juggles reading seven novels at a time for the sheer joy of it. When not writing, she is either reading, at the beach, or eating her body weight in chocolate.

Lee Piper's debut novel, Rock My World became a bestseller and was a Raven Award finalist for Favorite Contemporary Romance and Favorite Cover. Her second novel, Rock My Body, was voted Best Book by LASR Readers and was a finalist in the 2017 Readers' Choice Award. Lie to Me, Book #1 in the Rising Star series was reached number seventy-eight in the 2018 Goodreads Readers' Choice Award.

Lee Piper lives in South Australia, with her drummer husband, cheeky daughters, and neurotic dog.