Touch of Sin
A
Sin Pointe Novel
By:
Carlene Love Flores
Available
April 14th,
2014
FREE
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Blurb
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Lonerby
guitarist, Luke Willoughby, knows he and his band are under
management’s scrutiny since last week’s press conference puking
incident by his little brother. The stunt got them suspended from the
Sin Pointe tour and Luke fears they’ve blown it for good. The last
thing he expects is the cute spy who management sends to observe him.
When no-nonsense Sarrie Walker shows up at a gig and blows her own
cover by announcing exactly what she’s there to do, Luke is
impressed but knows instantly he’s in deep trouble with this one.
Sarrie is a breath of innocent yet strong and sexy, calming air and
seems completely disinterested in him until they end up stuck
together in close quarters. She’s dangerously irresistible but so
very off-limits.
Clearly
Sarrie holds Luke’s second chance in her hands.
But
what about his heart? By week’s end, it might be tangled in there
too.
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Author
Info
Carlene
Love Flores is a big fan of the stars (especially Orion), honest
music (especially Depeche Mode), and her traveling family (no
favorites there-she loves them all). These things inspire her
intimate style of romance writing. She feels honored to be a member
of Washington DC Romance Writers (WRWDC).
Carlene currently lives in the D.C. area where she can often be found
listening to live music and looking up at the sky on clear nights.
If she could touch someone’s heart with her writing the way
others have done for her, she’d say truly there never lived a
luckier girl.
Author
Links
Website
http://carlenelove.com/
Twitter
https://twitter.com/cloveflores
Excerpt
Sarrie
stepped carefully and mostly on tip toes out of the tiny, grime
grouted shower. She’d had to waste one of their two usable towels
for a floor mat and made sure to land on it.
The
good news was that she no longer teetered on what she’d tell Mr.
Keller when they made it to D.C.
Noah
was sick and while he’d managed himself at these smaller gigs, he
didn’t belong on a massive, nationwide Sin Pointe tour. She tried
to picture him night after night and the binge drinking sessions. It
hurt her heart to think of it but worse than that was picturing the
landslide of sleepless nights Luke would have to suffer through
caring for him. Sure, they might all hate her as a consequence, but
that’s why it was called tough love. The truth hurt at first. And
sometimes for a very long time after. But at least the person would
be alive.
She
grabbed for the towel she’d left on the toilet seat and found a
loosely folded bunch of clothes. Not hers because they were too big
and, she pulled the shirt to her nose, they smelled like Luke.
“Mmmm.”
Her
eyes popped open so wide she felt her lashes touch her brow bone.
Yes, she’d just sighed at a man’s smell. It was a first. Maybe it
was because her decision no longer hung over her head, but she could
get lost in the fact she held the shirt he’d played in. She inhaled
and the smell brought back visions of him serving as master of his
guitar and the beads of sweat that had dotted his forehead, the one
that hung from his nose, and the slick mass that had wet his chest
hairs showing through the top of his V neck shirt. He’d been so
lost in the music that he hadn’t seen her staring or cared about
the sweat. She’d noticed more than she realized and had to stop and
breathe through what that meant.
“So
that’s it, Sarrie? You’re going there now?” she whispered to
herself. “Unbelievable.”
Why
shouldn’t she?
Because
she’d never had these feelings for a man before? Because the two
days she’d known Luke were clearly not long enough and she was here
to study him, not fall into a foolish one-sided infatuation? Or was
it that his life situation was too close a reminder of the one she’d
finally saved herself and her father from? The heaviness of all those
truths bowed her shoulders inward and down.
He’s
gonna be dealing with Noah’s addiction for a long time to come,
especially if he can’t stand to see his baby brother suffer. That’s
what enablers did. She knew because she’d watched her mom tiptoe
around her dad until the day Mom just didn’t come home.
Plopping
down on the toilet seat, she bundled Luke’s jeans together with his
shirt and hugged them. A sock fell from the pile. She found its match
and could have cried at his selflessness. He was a good guy and he
had a ton of hurt coming his way. For a second, she forgot where she
was and nearly let her head fall back against the dingy bathroom
wall.
Cold
air leaking through the thin motel walls made her shiver. So did the
thought of wearing Luke’s clothes. But after she made sure to dry
off with the one towel, she pulled on her old panties and bra and
then his jeans, which nearly fell right back down, and then slipped
his V neck shirt over her head. The baggy look reminded her of the
girls from TLC, but not one single day in her life had she ever felt
crazy, sexy or cool. Well, maybe she could identify with the crazy
part. Completely foreign to her was the thought of what Luke would
think. And then she had an altogether more shocking thought. If his
clothes were in here, what was he wearing?
Hot
gusts of air puffed out from her lungs until she managed to calm them
down. But all she could really think about were bare, strong
shoulders and more than just the tiny glimpses she’d gotten of his
chest in the V cut shirt she currently wore. She needed a drink of
water. Badly. She wiggled her toes in his giant socks.
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