Brand-new New Adult Rock
Star Romance
from USA Today-Bestselling
Author Blair Babylon!
The music calls Georgie.
Every night, she stands offstage, watching rock star
Xan Valentine and his band, Killer Valentine, set fire to the crowd with music
until they would burn down the city for him. His music wraps her until her
fingers dance, desperately wanting the piano, but her terrified legs could
never walk onto a stage.
Most nights, when Xan Valentine strides off the stage, his dark
eyes shift, blurring, and he becomes Alexandre de Valentinois again.
Sometimes, Xan won’t let
go.
Some of the other band members, Rade and Grayson,
are caught in a death spiral of booze, drugs, and groupies. The drummer, Tryp,
is too infatuated with his new wife to do more than show up to play.
Xan is the only one who can compel them onto the
stage. He’s holding Killer Valentine together with the force of his will.
This can’t go on.
Something has to break.
Wild Thing is the second book in the Georgie and Xan series.
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Excerpt from Wild Thing
Riding in the
back of the limousine on the way to the sound check, Georgie watched Alex, or
Xan, or whoever he was.
He reached over
and held her hand. The hard calluses on his fingertips scraped her fingers. The
sympathetic interest in Alex’s dark eyes made her feel like the chaos of the world out there
had quieted.
As they neared
the venue, gliding through the light traffic hours before the arena began to
fill, Alex’s body tensed.
First, his far
leg began to twitch.
His strong
fingers tapped out a complicated rhythm on the armrest on the door.
As the venue
came into view—a huge arts complex like a pile of white boxes surrounded by
lonely fields of empty parking lots—Alex tugged her hand toward him, and he
leaned over for a kiss.
At first, his
lips caressed hers, drawing out her response, an intimate and tantalizing kiss
that promised more. His lips parted, and Georgie opened hers. His strong arms
clamped around her waist and the back of her neck, grabbing a fistful of her
long hair. He stroked her tongue with his until she felt a moan shudder in her
throat, and he chuckled against her skin as he drew away.
When he lifted
his head, his dark eyes held the predatory gleam of a hawk, and his lips were
pinker with the blood rushing through him.
He dragged her across the car seat.
His burly arms caged her, and he pinned
her against the seat and kissed her again, opening her lips with his and
bending her to fit against his hard body.
She flattened
her hands against his chest.
He lifted his
head, looking down at her. A smile curved one side of his mouth. “We’re almost to the show, anyway.”
She couldn’t quite catch her breath. “Yeah.”
He uncoiled his
arms from around her, still keeping one hand resting on her back, and he stared
out the window at the arena.
His posture on
the seat was wider, more possessive of the space, and his body nearly vibrated
with energy.
If she hadn’t seen the change for herself, several times,
she might not have believed it. It seemed more like black magic than
psychology.
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