Excerpt Reveal for Oceanside by Michelle Mankin
Series: Rock Stars, Surf and Second Chances #3
Rock star legend, Ashland Keys should be on top of the world, but the blond
blue-eyed SoCal surfer is disillusioned with fame, done with drugs, bored with
the groupies and sick of all the fake f*ckery.
A rising star, Fanny Bay is nominated for best original song in the same
category as the Dirt Dogs band, but the novel redhead with the corkscrew curls
and the slight Canadian accent would prefer to chart a course with a different
Hollywood is not for her.
He’s full of regrets, darkness and secrets.
She’s full of hope and light and has mysteries of her own.
He’s her reserved hero.
She’s his gypsy rose.
He’s water. She’s fire. Together, they don’t make sense.
But he’s what she’s always wanted, and she just might be everything he needs.
sounded gruff from the weight of the things I wanted to explore further with
her. Things that I wouldn’t, couldn’t pursue. Bad timing to meet someone who so
intrigued me if the test turned out the way I feared. And even if it didn’t,
she was too young, too innocent. Not at all right for someone like me.
recently wetted ruby red lips of hers. I imagined them wrapped around my shaft
and knew I wouldn’t have turned her down if she had offered to do to me the
things the groupie had. My cock was certainly interested in her. It didn’t care
about timing or right and wrong. It was all about action.
think that under different circumstances we might have been friends. It’s
difficult to find many of those in our profession. Genuine ones, I mean. But I
think it’s better if we just go ahead and say goodbye right now.”
to focus, but I did get that she was giving me the brush off. And even though
wisdom dictated that I take the hint—it was the logical thing to do after all
given our differences—the alpha male in me said, ‘Fuck logic.’
he says. You don’t want to be on his bad side. I don’t want
you to be on his bad side. And that’s where you would end up if he thought you
were a friend of mine.”
arm and hurting you, you mean?”
her arm. “He’s the one who should be worried about getting on my bad side.”
than just cute. She was a wrecking ball to my resolve, Prettier in person than
in any of the videos I had seen of her and so enticing in that little yellow
halter top with the tempting bow dangling between her shoulder blades. I
imagined untying it and taking those pins out of her hair. What would those
glorious red curls feel like around my…. No… I reined those thoughts back and
settled for tracing her subtle curves with my gaze instead. No sex. Not with
her. Not with anyone. Not for a while. Potentially not ever. I wouldn’t put
anyone at risk if there was even a chance they would get infected. Ironic to be
sure. Divine justice for my own irresponsible behavior over the years.
that no diagnosis had actually been made. I had momentarily forgotten my
apprehension in her presence. That song of hers was so fucking full of hope it
had me expecting a miracle. And that hope sprang from within her. She was the
source. No wonder her star had risen so fast. Just a handful of minutes with
her was all it had taken for me to realize it.
twinkled like stars emerging in the sky as the sun relinquished its hold on the
day. “I had hoped to, sure, you know, since I love…your music so much.” A few
more spirally crimson curls shivered free of their pins as her hands fluttered
in front of her chest. “It’s just now that I’ve actually met you for real.” She
gave me that utterly beguiling guileless look. “I’ll never be able to look at
your picture the same way again.”
things to do tonight, and I’ve got mine. But afterward, there are a lot of
parties. I’m sure we can manage to bump into each other again. Maybe talk some
more.” Unwise, Ashland. But yet doing the ‘whoever and whatever the fuck I
wanted’ rock star entitlement thing was a hard habit to crush. I might not be
able to take this where I wanted with her spread out on the sheets beneath me,
but I wasn’t ready for whatever the hell this was to end yet, either. So
shouldn’t I leave myself an opening? A contingency plan? I had been walking
around like a zombie. But what if the diagnosis wasn’t what I feared? What if I
received favorable news? What then? Who then? As I continued to stare into
those starlit eyes of hers, I felt something shift and lock into place that was
startlingly certain. Her. If I had a future on the other side of this, I wanted
that future to include her.
My stepfather. You two didn’t exactly hit it off.”
more curls escaped.
I’ll be just me. A girl from Beverly Hills and a guy from the beach. None of
the other stuff. It’s not important. I’ve got a hurdle I have to clear next
week, but afterward I can come back to LA. We could meet somewhere.”
around her finger while blinking uncertainly at me through the thick fringe of
her crimson lashes.
Cosmic Cup in Manhattan Beach. It’s by the water. Quiet. Close enough to where
you live, but a fair enough distance from the bullshit of LA. How about
Wednesday at ten o’clock?”
Make every moment count. I believe that. We can’t control time, but who says we
can’t manipulate it. We bumped into each other tonight for a reason. Don’t you
think we owe ourselves a chance to find out what that reason is?”
bestselling author of the Black Cat Records series of novels.Rock Stars. Romance. Redemption.
Love Evolution, Love Revolution, and Love Resolution are a
BRUTAL STRENGTH centered trilogy, combining the plot underpinnings of
Shakespeare with the drama, excitement, and indisputable sexiness of the rock
‘n roll industry.
Things take a bit of an edgier, once upon a time turn with
the TEMPEST series. These pierced, tatted, and troubled Seattle rockers are
young and on the cusp of making it big, but with serious obstacles to overcome
that may prevent them from ever getting there.
Rock stars, myths, and legends collide with paranormal
romance in a totally mesmerizing way in the MAGIC series.
Catch the perfect wave with irresistible surfers in the ROCK
STARS, SURF AND SECOND CHANCES series.
Romance and self-discovery, the FINDING ME series is a
Tempest spin off with a more experienced but familiar cast of characters. Exploring the sexual double standards for women, the ROCK
F*CK CLUB series is a what-if the groupies called the shots instead of the rock
listening to her rock or NOLA funk music much too loud, she is putting her
daydreams down on paper or traveling the world with her family and friends,
sometimes for real, and sometimes just for pretend.
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