And there is a reverse way to play the game, too. If this pair started getting hot and heavy the moment they met, what would have preceded that scene that would have made the circumstance ripe for this unlikely hookup? It’s so much fun. I’ll admit I’m a little nervous that readers won’t hang on to find out why Dex and Tatum were so quick to get involved. I’m afraid they’ll judge the pair and say it would never happen that way. But sometimes shocking results come from shocking situations. That’s what you’ll find in the third book of my LOVE AND CHAOS SERIES, ROCK IT TO THE MOON, a contemporary rock romance.
A little more about ROCK IT TO THE MOON:
Before Tatum, I would have told you love was for chumps. But I would have been wrong. The moment I saw her, it was like BAM! This driving urge to be with her was more jarring than someone smacking me in the face with my drumsticks would be. And every moment since has just solidified her place in my heart. By the time I found out she was off limits, it was too late. I was all in.
Tatum Salvetti doesn’t have time for love. If it can’t be color-coded or found on the periodic table, she doesn’t need it. But when an ugly incident drives her into Dex’s arms, she’s shaken enough to step out of character for once.
I wasn’t looking for love that night, I was looking to escape, and Dex was the perfect distraction from my train wreck of a life. …He was perfect, period.
But I’m in astrophysics. I’m not stupid. I knew it wasn’t going anywhere. Even if he wasn’t just interested in a one night stand, we wouldn’t be able to hide a relationship from Zane. My brother seemed to still think of me as the ten-year-old he met when our parents wed. Well, it wasn’t any ten-year-old girl in Dex Rogan’s bed that night, and if Zane found out about it, he would go apeshit. I was trying to get away from chaos, not create it.
Tatum has sacrificed her whole life for others. But maybe this time she could think of her own desires. Could Dex’s brand of chaos be just what she needs?
But my favorite part is actually the meet up. I love the way Dex is fumbling his way through it, and that Tatum calls him on it. Let me show you what I mean…
Her obvious nervousness and bumbling made me feel like she was more attainable, more on my level, and my confidence surged. I took her arms to stabilize her. “I’m not here to bust you. Relax.” I flashed her a smile. “You seem to be having difficulty with your shoe. May I…?”
Not waiting for an answer, I crouched, placing one knee on the floor and reaching for her foot.
“Oh, that’s not nec-ess-sary…” She trailed off, watching me, her mouth hanging open a little. I think she was surprised by my actions. I know I was.
This girl’s out of your league, man. You better start channeling Jericho or something because your usual stuff ain’t gonna cut it with her.
I cupped her shoe. Her feet were so tiny. Three of them would fit into my size thirteens. I took the dainty strap in my massive fingers and prayed for even a hint of dexterity. I could bang a drum to hell, but fine motor skills I lacked. Luckily, the backstage gods were listening to my plea and the strap slipped into the buckle easily, another indication something was special about our meeting. But that meant our brief interaction was coming to an end unless I could come up with something to say to her.
W.W.J.D. What would Jericho do? The women always fell for his charm.
Inspiration struck, and I ran my hand along the back of her calf as I rose, looking at her with what I hoped was suaveness. “There. All better.”
Her forehead creased. “Excuse me? What the hell do you think you’re—?” Those blue eyes were shooting fire now.
Shit. Wrong move.
I decided to bulldozer through my mistake. I was in this far. “You know, Zane is getting married.” I brushed the back of my hand over her honey-smooth cheek, advancing within inches of her. Her fragrance swirled around me. Soft, sexy, sophisticated. Like her. “You don’t want to mess with that.”
She shook her head. “Oh, no. It’s not like that. I’m his—”
“You’re a call girl.”
Her pliable body became stiff. “Do I look like a call girl to you?”
I shrugged. “A very expensive call girl. It’s a compliment.”
“So a call girl would be a step up for me then?”
“No, no, no. I’m not saying that. You’re just…not like our normal concert goer.”
“I’m not normal.”
I was a moron. The more I talked, the angrier she got.
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Bio: M.J. Schiller
M.J. Schiller is a lunch lady/romance-romantic suspense writer. She enjoys writing novels whose characters include rock stars, desert princes, teachers, futuristic Knights, construction workers, cops, and a wide variety of others. In her mind everybody has a romance. She is the mother of a twenty-two-year-old and three twenty-year-olds. That's right, triplets! So having recently taught four children to drive, she likes to escape from life on occasion by pretending to be a rock star at karaoke. However…you won’t be seeing her name on any record labels soon.