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Blurb:
One
hot night together was all Renn and Leo shared, and neither expected to see the
other again.
However, when Leo Kincaid shows up after one of
their gigs on the other side of the country, Renn’s intrigued. When Leo
produces information on Renn’s missing sister, he’s ensnared. Leo needs an
alliance from an Unseelie family, a rival to those who kidnapped Renn’s sister.
It’s enough dangled bait to ditch the band, and the sparks between them are
immediate and incendiary.
On their own, they don’t stand a chance of
retrieving his sister, but luckily for him, his bandmates aren’t the giving up
sort. Together with the Discord's Desire crew, they prepare for a fight against
one of the most dangerous Unseelie families. However, spending so much time
around Leo Kincaid is dangerous. Renn finds himself wanting something more,
which breaks the pact he made long ago: never get attached.
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Excerpt:
Renn slipped around to the side, his shoulders heaving, and he
stopped still.
Leo Kincaid leaned against the brick wall, his silhouette
sharpened by the inkspill shadows. From where Renn stood, he got a perfect view
of the prominent chin, the slightly crooked nose, and the sensual lips
bordering on cruel. He’d slipped out of his suit jacket and rolled his sleeves
to the elbow, revealing corded forearms and the tendrils of a tattoo.
Renn sauntered toward him, his entire body lighting up in the
presence of this man. Kincaid didn’t even have any sex mojo like him or Ky, so
why his body reacted like this was pure mystery.
Kincaid lifted a cigarette to his lips, and Renn exhaled loud
enough to shatter the quiet between them. Those spotlight eyes turned his way,
and his mouth dried at the sheer power behind the man’s presence.
“Ditch the cigarette,” Renn said, hooking his thumbs through the
belt loops of his patched-up leather pants. His Doc Martens scuffed the asphalt
as he closed the distance between them.
Kincaid’s lips pursed, amusement gleaming in those eyes. “Oh
yeah? Any reason I’d give a damn about, or do you just feel like being bossy?”
His deep bass rumbled through the air, and Renn sucked his lower lip through
his teeth. He’d murder someone to hear that voice whisper dirty things in his
ear.
Renn reached out and grabbed him by the lapels of his
button-down. “Yeah, because I don’t want to fucking taste an ash tray when I
make out with you.” This close he caught the scent of rosewood and bourbon, a
blend he hadn’t been able to replicate since their time in Vegas. If he hadn’t
been turned on before, his erection could be used as a battering ram now. And
he hadn’t even tasted the guy yet.
Before Renn could lunge in for the kill, Kincaid’s fingers
wrapped around his neck and those hungry lips descended. The firm grip, how the
man didn’t just kiss, he devoured—Renn couldn’t get enough. He gasped into
Kincaid’s mouth, sinking into the kiss as he tasted the sweetness of bourbon on
his tongue. Most of the time when he dove into his post-concert hook-ups, Renn
took the lead, but with Kincaid, he might as well try to rein in a tsunami.
If he were honest, he preferred it. Renn melted into the man’s
grip, the pinch at his nape hard enough to bruise. He leaned against him, the
feel of Kincaid’s rock-hard body enough to rev his motor. His fingers slipped
to the buttons of Kincaid’s crisp black shirt. The man grabbed his wrist, stopping
him still with an iron grip Renn had sorely missed. A grin tugged at Renn’s
lips even as he continued kissing him. At any moment, his bandmates might
stroll out and catch them together and he knew for a fact they’d be pissed.
Renn didn’t care.
