Eye of the Storms: The Rock Star's Gulf Coast Girl

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?
Eye of the Storms (Book 1)
♪♫ Marissa ♫♪
Looking back, everything about that day was a perfect storm.
My bestfriend’s score of two VIP passes the day before the Hang Fest. A giant hurricane with a generous shot of alcohol. A sexy metal musician who was opposite of my cheating fiancé in every way.
Those inked-up muscled arms holding a tiny puppy protectively to his bare chest told me there was more to him than met the eye.
I had to know more.
I’ve always been practical. I know I wouldn’t have seen him again if I hadn’t rolled out of bed and stepped into the shower.
♪♫ Jack ♫♪
That's true. A Perfect Storm.
There was the puppy my sister forced on me as an exercise in commitment.
And for damn sure, the cutoff shorts and tight sleeveless top she was wearing that day. The tan line well past the very short hem and way above the very low neckline of her tank top told me the packaging on this girl was deceptive.
I had to know more.
Much more.
It likely would have ended like every other hookup in that tour bus—if I hadn’t followed her into the shower afterward.
♪♫♫♪
That shower was the beginning of us.
The point where we became more than a chance possibility. The part never told in countless interviews.
I’m Marissa, and Jack may jump in. Here’s our story…
Excerpt
Our kiss became separated as he pushed at his jeans, and I took that opportunity to rid my feet of socks and shoes. Straightening, I found his eyes skimming over me, and I was glad I’d listened to Olivia and worn the lingerie from the back corner of my drawer. Standing before him, wearing only a pair of red G-string underwear, I’d never felt sexier.
And that was good. Because I’d never seen any man as sexy as Jack. He was just stepping from his jeans, and with a little kick, he sent them to the side. My breath came in short pants as I took in once more all that had spellbound me since first laying eyes on him. The shiny, shaggy hair falling over broad shoulders, inked triceps, biceps, forearms—when had I ever thought a man’s forearms were sexy? Yet Jack’s were. Long fingers. Abs tapering into a now bare waist, lean strong hipbones, and between them…
Holy fuckin' shit…
I could feel the short hitches of my breath as I admired, and at the same time, craved every inch. Could I take every inch? That remained to be seen, but I’d die a happy woman trying. Briefly, my eyes touched over tan muscular legs, and long sexy feet, before they greedily came back up to those many thick inches… is this why Olivia was rock star crazed? Is this why groupies acted demented? Were all rock stars this blessed anatomically?
Author’s note
Eye of the Storms is the first POV, Spicy Hot, Original Edition of Marissa and Jack's story as written three years ago.
The 3rd POV Clean version was never acceptable to those who first loved Jack and Marissa as told in her voice and his—those who encouraged the story to be published and spent hours beta reading and making suggestions.
I love you guys, you are my rock stars. So here a year later, is the Anniversary Edition, aka the Original, Hot, First POV edition of Jack and Marissa.
Coming November 2014
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