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Cassie Bryant didn’t let a flat tire deter her twenty years ago. As soon as she hit eighteen and graduation, she took off after pop band Blue Silver, determined to make lead singer Seth Graham her future. It worked, until pressure, drugs, and a tanking final album tore apart not only their marriage, but the entire band.
Now Blue Silver is making a comeback, and Cassie’s friends want her to use her connections to bring the band to their hometown so they can live their aborted dream. Against her better judgment, she agrees. But will the concert and after-party create the magical night they’d all always wanted? Or will her friends face the same disillusionment she did? Worse, when Seth wants to reconcile, she finds it difficult to resist...despite the same pressures and temptations that ruined them last time. Customer Ratings:
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Based on 0 reviews Editorial Reviews:
From Kerin, Two Lips Reviews
[Ms. Damschroder's] ability to capture the emotions of her characters and create such deep and meaningful relationships full of so much heat and sensuality is quickly elevating her status to that of an erotica diva.
From Tasha Fisher, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
Seth and Cassie will have you on the edge of your seat wondering if they will or if they won't be together.
From Angel, Romance Junkies
It’s a roller coaster ride of emotional ups and downs that never end.
From Tina, Love Romances And More
...Cleverly written and draws you immediately into the action. From the first paragraph you are thrown into the problem and want to know how it will be solved...This reviewer feels it’s a must read.
Excerpt:
...Cassie drew in a sharp breath when he put his hand on her breast. He groaned at the feel of her flesh in his hand. Her breast was lower, smaller, but her nipple harder than he could remember ever making it before. He tested it between his fingers. Cassie arched, breaking the kiss, and he supported her with his arm across her back, while he shoved up her shirt and bent to taste her nipple. She pressed on the back of his head when he sucked it between his lips, rolled it with his tongue, flicked it, nibbled it, and started all over again.
The shirt was in his way. He paused long enough to rip it over her head. She did the same to his T-shirt, then tossed it on the ground with hers. Both breasts, unbound, were his. God, he loved it when she didn’t wear a bra. But he couldn’t support her and touch her, too. He looked wildly around and spotted a couch against the far wall. Swung them over to it, turned, and fell, pulling her as he went so she straddled him.
She leaned back, studying him, looking not nearly as lost in this as he was. “Just like old times, huh?”
Fuck. She’s right. The first time he’d met her—she’d been following the band for a few weeks, but he’d only seen her in passing until one day she managed to get backstage. She’d come on to him, and he’d taken what she offered.
On a filthy couch in a bloody dressing room, with bright fluorescent lights taking all the romance out if it. As if there’d been any in the first place.
Just like now...
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