Thursday, August 29, 2013

New Release: Come Undone

Finally! Come Undone, book 1 in the Rock Hard series about goth rockers, Black Halo is out today. I feel as if I've been waiting forever for this moment. I'm really tied to Xane and the boys, and hope my readers are going to love them as much as I love writing about them.

I'm currently working on Come Together, book 2 in the series, which is also about Xane and Dani's relationship. In addition to that, I'm working on what I think will be a series of three novellas about Ash Gore, the band's lead guitarist.



On stage he’s dynamite. Off stage he rocks her world.

When red-hot, Goth-metal band, Black Halo, split live on stage, fate throws Daniella Fosbrook into the path of sexy vocalist Xane Geist. Initially, Xane’s only looking for a ride home, but Dani tempts him in a way a thousand other women haven’t. Determined to explore their heady chemistry and avoid hashing things out with the band, Xane whisks Dani off to Monaco for a steamy weekend.

There, Dani tries her best to hang onto her heart and some clothing, while Xane soon loses both. However, Xane isn’t being entirely honest about the reason for the band’s demise. When the truth comes out, can Dani accept the facts, or will everything come undone?
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 Sneak peek at Xane and Dani's first meeting.

Another few paces on, and she stopped to perform a double take. Hang on … Wasn’t that Ash Gore, the Black Halo lead guitarist, lounging against the stacks? Why wasn’t he on stage with the rest of the band?

Unless he had an identical twin brother?

Nah — it would have cropped up in interviews. Stuff like that gave the fan girls wet dreams. Nor did it account for the thick rim of kohl around his eyes or his crazy metal-head hair. Or indeed, why Rock Giant hunched beside him on top of a busted amp.


‘Oof!’

Dani came to an unceremonious halt, with metal claws digging into her shoulder. She put out a hand for balance, only for it to meet leather – soft, supple, leather – and then hard muscle. Equally quickly, she jerked away.

‘Sorry.’

‘Just look where you’re going?’

She was. Leastways, now she was. Staring, in gobsmacked disbelief, in fact. Her attention fixed upon his lamp-like, cat’s eyes.

Xane. She’d walked right into Xane Geist without even seeing him. And … and … wow.

Her heart gave a fluttery drumroll, while her knees threatened to buckle.

Xane had always been her favourite. As the face of the group, he’d always drawn the bulk of the fans attention, but he was also the acknowledged genius behind their success. Up close, the magnetism that wowed audiences snagged her in the midriff and yanked her into closer proximity. He was … She had to touch her lips to ensure she wasn’t drooling. He was perfect.

Inky black hair framed his narrow face, the ends of which reached midway down his chest. A spiked collar encircled his neck. Dani curled her fingers. The memory of his heat still warmed their tips. His cheekbones were shaved as if from pure marble; his nose, a slender blade, above which his black eyebrows were furrowed. His crooked, kissable lips were drawn into a tight scowl that was further emphasized by the silver hoop piercing the centre of his bottom lip.

Two further hoops pierced his right eyebrow.

Beneath his leather jacket, he was dressed in a combination of rags and more form-fitting black leather. When she’d touched him, she’d hit a spot where his T-shirt was ripped away to show a painted on version of his exposed ribs.

Dani’s lips parted to accommodate a gasp. For the first time in her life, she understood what it meant to melt, too feel so drawn to another human being that she lost control of even the most basic functions. All at once she was too jittery and hot; molten with arousal and terrified and ashamed too.

Oh, man – he smelled fab too, of good old-fashioned body scent, liberally mixed with a spritz of something expensive for men. Now it made sense why women like Ginny went to such effort to meet him, and why they were prepared to throw their morals to the wind and romp like wild things with a total stranger.

She could even picture herself sprawled across some hotel bed with him, having crazy sex.

‘Are you all right? Lost?’ He sounded pissed off, something his brittle smile corroborated. Yet, Dani’s brain only processed the fact that his speaking voice was much softer than she’d anticipated, and lacked any hint of his trademark growl.

Realising she was still gaping at him, she took a moment to close her mouth. She wasn’t lost, just dazzled.

The painful bite of Xane’s claw rings restored her sanity. She coughed and straightened herself out.

Xane kept his hand on her shoulder. ‘Sally?’ he said, as he lifted the backstage pass to read her name. Even hidden by opaque contact lenses, his eyes were still shrewdly intelligent as he gave her face and body a quick, appreciative sweep.  ‘Were you looking for me?’ His eyebrows arched meaningfully.

‘Yes. I mean, no. I was trying to get through to the arena so I could watch the show.’

They maintained eye contact, because Dani couldn’t wrench her gaze away.

For a split-second Xane’s scowl transformed into a smile. ‘The show’s over, honey. I don’t think you want to go out there.’

‘I don’t? Already?’

He rubbed his thumb across the part of her ID that said PR. ‘I’d stay back here. Safer, until you’ve a statement worked out.’

A statement! What was she supposed to give a statement about? And how was it she’d managed to miss the entire show. It wasn’t supposed to be over yet. Although now she thought about it, the roadies did appear to be packing up. ‘W—what happened?’ If she’d been an actual PR person she’d have been in full on flap right about now. The woman whose pass she wore probably was. Ginny ought never to have taken her card.

Xane shook his head. ‘Sally.’ He snagged hold of the lanyard again, forcing her to meet his gaze. This was it. She was busted. He was going to yell for security and have her unceremoniously dumped out back. ‘Do you drive?’

‘A car, you mean?’ Why was this important? ‘Yes. I drove to the show.’

His lips quirked up at one corner forming a rehearsed smile, which nevertheless had her creaming her knickers. 

‘Good. Then you can get me out of here.’


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