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Title: LOST FOR YOU
Author: Jayne Frost
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About LOST FOR YOU:
I've been clean for years. But now my addiction has a face. Her face... At eighteen, I stood at the precipice of stardom. I had the record deal. And the tour to back it up. But I succumbed to the pressure of that life. The dark side. Now, I skate on the fringe. My brother is the genius guitarist for the band Caged, and I’m the one who helped make that happen. I’m happy to run my bars and my land development company. Sure I am. And then I meet her—Taryn Ayers—the music manager behind the three biggest bands in the country. She doesn’t know I’m Cam’s older brother. Or that I’ve got a secret that makes her world and mine fundamentally incompatible. Problem is, I want to know Taryn. I crave her as much as any drug. But can I risk letting her know me?
Lost For You is a STAND ALONE New Adult Romance. Intended for mature audiences due to hot as sin rockstars and the world they live in. **Please note: This book contains instances of drug use.**
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At the subtle shift in energy, I pulled Taryn to my side. She kept her head down as I spun us toward the main floor. When we emerged on the other side of the bar, I ushered her through the door marked No Admittance and into the hallway that led to my loft. “I shouldn’t have come,” she said, her breath uneven. “Do you have a back entrance?” I rounded on her, and when I caught sight of those eyes, impossibly large as she blinked up at me, I couldn’t help myself. My mouth crashed into hers, my tongue demanding entry as I maneuvered her against the wall. Her lips parted on a gasp. But then her hands were in my hair, and it was all hot breath and soft moans. And fuck, the taste. Like strawberries fresh from the vine. “Fuck, you’re sweet.” My palms glided up her sides, inching towards her breasts. “I knew you’d be sweet.” Her little pants warmed the hollow of my neck. “So are you.” I stroked her jaw with the pad of my thumb, and even in the dim light, I saw the flush color her cheeks. “One more taste.” It wasn’t a question. More like a vow. One more taste and I’d peel her off the wall. One more taste and we’d go get that drink I’d promised. One more taste and I’d be able to control myself.
About the Author:
Jayne Frost hails from Texas (by way of California), currently living in Sin City. A romantic by nature, she believes in fairytales and happily ever afters. And music. Because the best stories always have a soundtrack.