Title: Lead
(Stage Dive, #3)
Publication Date: July 29,
2014
Publisher: St. Martin's Griffin
Stay up all night with the sexy rockers in Stage
Dive, the epic rock star romance series from New York Times bestselling author
Kylie Scott, author of Lick and Play.
As the lead singer of Stage Dive, Jimmy is used to getting
whatever he wants, whenever he wants it, whether it's booze, drugs, or women.
However, when a PR disaster serves as a wake-up call about his life and lands
him in rehab, he finds himself with Lena, a new assistant to keep him out of
trouble.
Lena's not willing to take any crap from the sexy rocker and
is determined to keep their relationship completely professional, despite their
sizzling chemistry. But when Jimmy pushes her too far and Lena leaves, he
realizes that he may just have lost the best thing that ever happened to
him.
“Lena, you seen my old black Led Zep shirt?”
“Nope.”
“You sure?” His brows became one dark cranky line. The scratches
on his face were healing well, thank goodness. Though it didn’t reduce my
desire to throttle his mother on a daily basis.
“Yes. I haven’t seen it.”
Can’t find it anywhere…”
“And this is a surprise, how?” I slipped my hands into my
back jean’s pockets. “Jimmy, you own more clothing than Cher, Brittney, and
Elvis, put together. Things are bound to go missing.”
“Sure
you haven’t seen it?”
“For goodness sake, what do you think, Jimmy? That I stole it
to sleep in or something?” I laughed bitterly. Sure as hell, the truth deserved
a good mocking. I’d sunk so despicably low.
I hadn’t even meant to steal the stupid thing, but the shirt
had been mixed up with my laundry a few days ago. It’d been the first top I
laid my hand on after stepping out of the shower, ready to go to bed. Without
thought, I’d put it on and it’d been so soft, the scent of him lingering
beneath the laundry detergent. Every night since, I’d found myself in it come
bedtime. My shame knew no limits. And no, I still hadn’t quit. The words still
hadn’t come even close to leaving my mouth.
He frowned. “No.”
“That I have some deep secret longing to feel close to you
resulting in my stealing your shirt like some creepy perv?”
“Course I don’t fucking think that,” he replied crankily,
reaching up to grip the top of the doorframe. All of his bulging muscles
stretched the arms of his white T-shirt in the nicest way. It was all I could
do not to start drooling, my heart beat taking up residence somewhere down
between my thighs. And who could blame it? Not me. Maybe if I got laid, this
would go away and things would return to normal. It’d seemed safer to avoid
rubbing up against any men just in case I got carried away and started dating
again. This new situation, however, changed everything.
“Well, of course not! That would be crazy.” And wasn’t that
the god’s honest truth? Cray-zeee. Lock me up and throw away the key because it
wasn’t like I didn’t know better.
“Just can’t figure out where the hell it could
be.”
Angels couldn’t have smiled as innocently. They might have
tried, but they would have failed, the dirty-mouthed, winged, little liars.
“Jimmy, I don’t know where it is. But I’ll look around for it later,
okay?”
“Yeah,” he said, and then added as an afterthought, “and stop
looking at me weird.”
“I’m not!”
The Stage Dive series by Kylie
Scott
Kylie is a long time fan of romance, rock
music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her
two children and one delightful husband, she reads, writes and never dithers
around on the internet.
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