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ROCK STEADY by MJ Roberts is the first in the Kenner Brothers series, a companion to the Chord Brothers Series, and is now available! Enjoy this excerpt and teaser video before you download your own copy!
Title: Rock Steady
Author: MJ Roberts
Genre: Rock Star Romance
About Rock Steady:
Go on tour with the sexy Kenner Brothers in Rock Steady, the first in the spin-off series from the award-winning Chord Brothers books.
Venom Kenner is the lead singer of Dirt Cherry, a band well known for their dirty lyrics and larger-than-life antics. With heart-stopping good looks, loving parents, and becoming famous at a young age, Venom is used to getting whatever he wants, whenever he wants it--and he wants Jenna.
Jenna Demptation’s life has been one hardship after another. When her older sister becomes the PR manager for Dirt Cherry and strong-arms Jenna to help for the summer, Jenna is happy to get away from her crappy day-to-day life. Until too-good-looking-to-be-real Venom sets his sights on Jenna and sets her nerves into overdrive. Jenna makes an art of shying away from Mr. Hot-Pants McHottie. She has been hurt way too much in the past to trust anyone, far less someone as perfect as Venom, so she’s determined to keep their relationship completely professional, despite their sizzling chemistry.
But Venom knows in his heart this relationship is worth a shot and he’s not going to let a little thing like hesitancy get in his way…
Jenna leans against me during the twenty-minute taxi ride. When we get there, I help her out, and we stand for a few seconds in the street facing the church before I say anything. "Alright, baby. Close your eyes." I take off her blindfold. She blinks a few times.
“It’s…it’s a church.”
“Right, kitten. I bought you a church.”
She looks at me. “Kidding. Come on.” I grab her hand and pull her until we’re standing in front of a large stone to the side of the door. The writing is so worn down it’s barely legible. Jenna bends down to stare at it.
“1583.”
“This is one of the oldest churches in Mexico. In all of the Americas actually. Spaniards used Aztec touches, so it’s a combination of both cultures.”
Jenna takes a few steps back to admire the stone work. The church isn’t big, but it’s got an ancient beauty.
“They rent it out for events, like baptisms.” Or weddings. “So I rented it for tonight.”
Her gaze whips to me.
“Come on, you’ll see.” I take her hand and we walk inside. The first vestibule is filled with thirty or forty bells hanging from the ceiling and walls lined with small red votives. Almost all the candles are lit and it casts a pink glow.
“You look beautiful in this light.”
She rolls her eyes. I pull her to me.
“Beautiful.”
“Thanks. You look good in any light, so I’ll just be happy if I’m tolerable.”
Honey, you’re a hell of a lot more than tolerable.
I pull her into the main hall. The heavy wooden pews have been pulled to the side. Behind the dais is a wall of gold writing.
“You speak Latin, kitten?”
“I can barely speak English.”
“It says ‘He who will provide dinner for his girl, will get to eat his girl for dinner.”
She snorts. “Yeah, that would have been my first guess.”
The ladies I hired to make dinner wheel a table in.
“When did you get a chance to arrange this?” Jenna asked.
“T.J. and Spider helped me pull some strings last minute, so about a minute ago.”
The oldest woman lifts up the cover on a big pot and the air saturates with Mexican spices.
“Oh my God, that smells amazing,” Jenna says. She turns in a slow circle looking at the church. She looks back at the table as the women remove silver dome covers off four more plates of traditional Mexican dishes. The older women says something in rapid-fire Spanish, and then they leave us alone.
“Venom…” Jenna says.
I pull out her chair and hold it for, but she doesn’t sit.
“Venom…” Jenna says again. I feel like she’s going to protest that it’s too much. That being in such a gorgeous building that’s almost five hundred years old is too romantic, implying things that last.
Her stomach growls.
"No pressure," I say, gesturing to her chair. "Unless there are too many beans, then it's abdominal pressure."
Jenna just shakes her head at me.
“Sit, baby. Let’s eat.”
"Shame to waste it." Jenna sits down, and I scoot her chair in for her. She takes the first few bites of food and makes a pleased moan.
I’m determined to let her lead the conversation, hoping she’ll open up more about herself, but she keeps it light. She talks about movies she’s seen, how good Kate looked in Hard Chord’s "Rising to Whole" video, what new outfits Maria has sewn for the twins.
I could listen to her voice for a long time. Like rocking chairs on our porch in our nineties long time. I prop my chin in my hand and rest my elbow on the table.
“What?” She rubs the sides of her mouth. “Do I have something on my face?”
"No, I'm just enjoying this." I gesture around the church hall. "Just the two of us, alone, having a nice dinner in a really interesting place. I'm grateful and appreciating it, is all. If I didn't have Dirt Cherry I wouldn't be here in Mexico, staring at you. If Kate hadn't worked for Hard Chord and gotten with Jase, you wouldn't be here. Maybe I never would have met you. But it all worked out."
She sighs wistfully. “Yeah, it’s been great.”
It sounds totally innocent at first, but when I replay it in my mind that past tense sounds final.
“My plane leaves Monday at three,” she says. “I’m going to have to concentrate on my studies.”
“I know.”
The older woman comes and puts a plate of honeyed dessert in front of us.
This, what we have between us, is too good to just drop. But I don’t say anything. I don’t want to get up to bat and strike out amidst all this beauty. Long game. Don’t come on too strong. As Jenna might put it, wait for the right moment before you swing.
“We’ll enjoy tonight,” I say.
She takes a bite of the dessert and licks her fingers. “Absolutely.”
M.J. Roberts is a writer, editor, and teacher – with more than two million copies of her stories in circulation worldwide, Roberts is well loved for creating characters who feel as real as your most cherished friends. Roberts works to diligently to create believable, lovable characters, witty dialogue, prose ripe with metaphor, exciting plot twists, action that keeps you on the edge of your seat, and romance scenes that sizzle.
Roberts is a multiple award-winning author including first place in the prestigious Summer Lovin’ Romance Literary Contest 2015 for the novel Risk Your Heart. Roberts also writes under the pen name Natasha Action. Roberts is originally from New York but lives in the southern United States for the purpose of endless comic material. She’s married to a professional musician (A.K.A. The Rock and Roll God) because she is too busy tormenting imaginary characters and counting her blessing to pursue her longtime dream of Rock n’ Roll stardom herself.
Welcome to the release blitz for Freefall by Cat Porter! Check out this amazing excerpt and then be sure to download your own copy. It's only $0.99!
Title: Freefall
Series: The Wind & the Roar Trilogy #1
Author: Cat Porter
Genre: Rock Star Romance
Release Date: September 8, 2021
BLURB
One life-changing conversation in the dark lit with high voltage attraction.
The unexpected hits me and Violet like a bolt of lightning right when we need each other the most.
I may be a rockstar on the rise, and Violet, a small town girl with big artistic dreams, but we share a roar of connection, a blaze of desire. Intense, thrilling, and I don’t want to let go.
But I have to. I’m in the middle of a tour, success is finally happening now for my band. And she’s making a change for the better.
Damn, moments like this only happen once in a lifetime.
Or do they?
Freefall is the first book of The Wind & the Roar Trilogy. Beck and Violet’s story continues in Whirlwind.
Beck had no airs of “I’m a star,” no egotistical pretensions. Would they set in soon as he and his band kept on getting bigger and bigger?
Probably. Inevitably.
I cleared my throat. “I can’t imagine the kind of pressure you’re under on tour.”
He slowly slid a hand down his middle. “It’s like a time warp in a vacuum, where every little thing is magnified, and every little thing revolves around us.”
“Not bad if you can get it.” I let out a soft laugh.
“It’s fun, but it’s a long haul. This tour is so unlike any tour we’ve ever done before. It’s a big, structured machine with lots of moving parts, lots of people who keep it functioning, and lots of people that depend on it. As the opening act, we have our role in the machine, and we need to deliver.”
“I’ve never thought of it that way, but it’s a business at the end of the day with super high stakes.”
“Then the other side of that is the way people react to you, talk to you. They don’t know you, but they think they do, and they want more of that person they think they know. They’re in your face, they want your attention, and then they do crazy shit. You do crazy shit.”
“I’ll bet.”
I could only imagine the “crazy shit” that went on. There had to be major groupie action on his ass show after show—for all the guys in Freefall. They were all hot boys. And The Heave had a party reputation like a good ol’ hard rock band from the eighties.
Beck caught my smirk and let out a throaty chuckle. Yep, real crazy, real dirty.
He dug his hands into his jeans, his wavy hair falling in his eyes. “When you step off of that nuclear powered express train that is a tour, like I did coming here, it’s a mind fuck. Part of me feels that real life is the alternate universe, not the tour.”
I giggled. “That is a mind fuck.”
He planted a boot against the wall behind him. “The hard nut to break is that real life has moved on without you, and suddenly you’re scrambling to catch up, and you have to because—”
“Because it’s real life.”
That muscle along his sculpted jaw flexed again. “I guess I’ll get used to all this one day—the train, the on and off the train.”
“Get used to it, Beck Lanier. This is just the beginning. I see loads of tours in your future.”
“I hope so.” The lines of his face relaxed as his voice gentled, and my skin heated at the sound. That sincerity that came through when he sang was in his speaking voice—it wasn’t some artificial frosting for his performance. I could listen to that voice speak and sing forever.
Here in this dark shadowy hallway, just the two of us.
Anywhere in the dark, just the two of us.
We stared at each other in the shadows, his eyes gleaming, my pulse beating harder, louder.
A daydreamer, quiet on the outside, crazy on the inside, Cat Porter is a New Yorker who lives on a beach in beautiful Greece with her three teens and three Cane Corsos. A lifelong compulsive scribbler, a lip-biting romantic, an optimist with a twist and a twisted imagination. Obsessed with emotional epics, intense, complicated anti-heroes who fall for bold, determined women fighting for their redemption and happy ever afters. Plus fine whiskey and strong coffee. And she doesn’t want to be cured of any of those. Ever.
ROCK STEADY by MJ Roberts is the first in the Kenner Brothers series, a companion to the Chord Brothers Series, and is out today! Read this excerpt and watch the trailer then be sure to download your own copy.
Title: Rock Steady
Author: MJ Roberts
Genre: Rock Star Romance
About Rock Steady:
Go on tour with the sexy Kenner Brothers in Rock Steady, the first in the spin-off series from the award-winning Chord Brothers books. Venom Kenner is the lead singer of Dirt Cherry, a band well known for their dirty lyrics and larger-than-life antics. With heart-stopping good looks, loving parents, and becoming famous at a young age, Venom is used to getting whatever he wants, whenever he wants it--and he wants Jenna.Jenna Demptation’s life has been one hardship after another. When her older sister becomes the PR manager for Dirt Cherry and strong-arms Jenna to help for the summer, Jenna is happy to get away from her crappy day-to-day life. Until too-good-looking-to-be-real Venom sets his sights on Jenna and sets her nerves into overdrive. Jenna makes an art of shying away from Mr. Hot-Pants McHottie. She has been hurt way too much in the past to trust anyone, far less someone as perfect as Venom, so she’s determined to keep their relationship completely professional, despite their sizzling chemistry.But Venom knows in his heart this relationship is worth a shot and he’s not going to let a little thing like hesitancy get in his way…
Then the game starts. It's three times more exciting watching from these seats than any other game I've ever seen. There's a longer than usual break during the inning change, and I hear a chant of "Besar a la chica. Beso. Beso. Beso!" What? I look up at the huge screen on the side of the stadium and it's displaying a close-up of me and Venom, larger than life, in a cartoon heart with the word 'Beso’ at the bottom.
"Oh my God, we're on a kiss cam?!!"
I look at Venom and he smiles.
“Argh! You planned this, didn’t you?”
Venom shakes his head.
“They zeroed in on you because you’re famous. Gaah! It’s you’re fault they’re all watching us.”
Venom slides his hand around the back of my neck and leans forward a little, and it’s all I can do not to back up.
“You gonna embarrass me in front of seventeen thousand people?”
“Maybe,” I whisper.
“Please don’t,” he whispers back. He applies gentle pressure to the back of my neck, pulling me to him. He looks down at my lips and swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. We lean closer to each other and a spike of nerves makes me jittery.
Then he kisses me.
The crowd roars.
Everything fades away as his warm lips slant over mine. I expect him to be bold and forceful but he’s gentle, almost timid as his lips press softly over mine. I groan into his mouth and he ups the intensity, but never tries to push. My heart leaps into my throat, and then it’s over.
Venom pulls back. We’re still on the big screen. I look stunned, well-fucked instead of fantastically-kissed. Venom smiles at the camera and waves sheepishly. Then the camera focuses on the field.
“You planned that! You freakin’ planned that.”
Venom shakes his head. “It would have been a great idea, but no. I didn’t even know they had that here.”
“They have that everywhere!” I whisper shout.
He shrugs again. Annoying.
The nice lady next to me puts her hand on my shoulder and gushes about how cute we are. When she’s finishes cooing she mumbles, “Such pretty man, you two will make such pretty babies.”
I feel sick.
Concentrate on the game. Go Toros. Hot Mexican guys in tight pants. Do not look at Venom.
Venom puts his arm over the back of my seat and I squint at him, blasting him with my ‘not interested’ look.
He smiles bigger. Could this guy be any more annoying?
I ignore him. This is easy to do because the game is exciting. Much faster than American games.
The lady next to us buys her whole family sodas and insists on buying us some too because we are 'so adorable'.
I suck on an ice cube and try to calm down. The warmth from Venom's arm is burning a hole in my upper back. He smells like churros, soap, a light cologne or deodorant that smells like a combination of Hugo Boss and cut grass. Under all that he's some chemical bomb of musky male hotness. It's unfair. I'm immune.
This isn't a date. Dates lead to other things. Sexy things. Rock stars throwing you out like a disposable diaper, things. That would never work.
M.J. Roberts is a writer, editor, and teacher – with more than two million copies of her stories in circulation worldwide, Roberts is well loved for creating characters who feel as real as your most cherished friends. Roberts works to diligently to create believable, lovable characters, witty dialogue, prose ripe with metaphor, exciting plot twists, action that keeps you on the edge of your seat, and romance scenes that sizzle.
Roberts is a multiple award-winning author including first place in the prestigious Summer Lovin’ Romance Literary Contest 2015 for the novel Risk Your Heart. Roberts also writes under the pen name Natasha Action. Roberts is originally from New York but lives in the southern United States for the purpose of endless comic material. She’s married to a professional musician (A.K.A. The Rock and Roll God) because she is too busy tormenting imaginary characters and counting her blessing to pursue her longtime dream of Rock n’ Roll stardom herself.
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