Rock Hard
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Rock
Hard is a free read. As a short introduction to the novel Take Me, Break
Me, published by Dreamspinner Press on
11 April 2013.
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Rock Hard
H.C. Brown
Tanner Star signed his name and
pushed the contract across the table. He grinned at his manager. “Signed,
sealed and delivered. Now when do I get to meet the rest of the guys?”
“We have a ‘welcome to Dazed’ party
in the penthouse. They started celebrating your arrival an hour ago.” Bob
Canning slapped Tanner on the back. “We’ll head up now and I’ll introduce you.”
“Great. I know Deke. We went to the
same school and have been close for years.” Tanner pushed back the chair and
got to his feet. “And I can’t wait to meet Reno. Man that guy makes a guitar
sing.” He licked his lips. “And did I mention he’s hot?”
“I’m sorry to disappoint you but
Reno’s straight. He has a girlfriend and he doesn’t cheat on her, so I’m
guessing their relationship is heading for the altar.”
Tanner swallowed the, "you have to be fucking joking", hovering
on his lips and shrugged. “Really? Well
that’s a surprise.” Fuck. The news hit him like a kick in the balls.
One of the reasons he’d signed away a lucrative career to become the front man
of the rock legend band, Dazed, was to get close to Reno. The guy had crawled
into his heart or maybe his libido from the first time he’d laid eyes on the
sexy bass guitarist. His instant attraction to Reno had come as a surprise after two long years of celibacy,
wandering lost in a world of heartache. In fact, that sexy Adonis had fast
become his anchor to reality.
The image of the six feet of blond
sexy drifted into his mind. Oh, fucking
yeah. His balls ached with desire. How could he possibly work close to this
man and not touch? Tanner shook his head. He’d never hit on a straight guy in
his life but now— Christ, he wanted Reno hard, needy and begging for his
flogger. Dragged from his fantasy by Bob
clearing his throat, Tanner followed him from the room, down the hallway, and
into to the elevator.
The doors slid open at the penthouse
level. Heavy metal music thumped into the hallway. Tanner straightened his
shoulders. The door to the penthouse opened and Deke, grinning like some
deranged baboon, waved him inside. Tanner forced his brain to memorize the
names of everyone but his mind went to mush the instant he stood before Reno.
He inhaled the scent of the man, lemons and a hint of male musk.
“I’m Reno.” Blond sexy held out his
hand. “I can’t believe I’m meeting you at last. Deke has told me so many
stories. You are a fucking legend.” He pushed a lock of blond hair off his face
and his full kissable lips turned up in a sexy smile.
Tanner held his breath. Fuck! The man had the most expressive
eyes he’d ever seen and in the deepest shade of green...no emerald. He clasped the offered hand and pulled Reno
into a hug. “Thanks, man. We need to get together. I’ve wanted to write a song
with you for ages.”
The man lingered in his embrace. The
heat of Reno’s body seared a path straight to Tanner’s cock. Reno’s soft hair brushed his cheek and
muscular arms gripped him for a moment before dropping away. Tanner gazed into
Reno’s flushed face. Cinnamon lashes
dropped over his sultry eyes, his expression was one of confusion. Tanner dropped his voice to his best, I want you whisper. “Where does a man
get a drink around here?”
“Oh . . . ahh . . . over there.” Reno
pointed to a table laden with food and drink. “Did you say you want to write a
song with me?”
“Sure. I’ve been meaning to contact
you for a while but Dazed seems to be in constant tour mode of late.”
“I’m staggered —the Tanner Star wants to write a song with me? Fuck! I would love
to work with you. I put down a few instrumental tracks last night that might
interest you. I’ll get you a disk.”
Tanner strolled toward the
refreshments. Oh Lord, this couldn’t be this easy. Reno was giving out the
wrong signals if he wasn’t looking to play.
The expression in the guitarist’s eyes was pure unadulterated lust.
Tanner wanted to get close to Reno and maybe discover if the girlfriend really
existed and wasn’t a cover. The
delicious man had leaned into the hug and his soft lips had brushed Tanner’s
neck. His skin tingled from the accidental contact. He poured a glass of bourbon and smiled at
Reno. “I like the personal touch when I’m writing lyrics. Come up to my room
any time and we’ll work on a few songs.
That is, when I know what
number room they’ve put me in, Bob didn’t say.” He sipped his drink. “We’ll
have plenty of time between gigs. I’m not planning on partying every night on
this tour.”
“This
is your room.” Reno’s lips turned up at the edges. “You get the penthouse.”
“Sweet.” Tanner took in the large
opulent room. “Up here we won’t be disturbed.” He met Reno’s gaze and smiled at
the flush creeping up the man’s neck. Oh yeah, you’re interested, straight be
damned.
Deke’s chuckle broke through the wall
of sexual tension. His heavy hand dropped on Tanner’s shoulder.
“I see you’ve met Reno.” Deke
grinned. He turned his attention to
Reno. “Watch out for this one, man. My friend here is a Dom and he takes edge
play to a new level.”
Tanner watched the expression in
Reno’s gaze go cold. He forced a laugh. “Now you’ve frightened him, you
asshole.” He inclined his head. “Yeah,
I’m a Dom does that worry you?”
“Nah, I’m used to Deke and I’m even
more in awe of you now.” Reno grinned.
“It’s gonna be fun writing songs with you. I’m looking forward to us getting
together real soon.”
“Fuck, I’m too late. Run while you
have the chance.” Laughing, Deke pushed Reno toward the door.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Reno stood his
ground. “I don’t have to worry. A straight guy like me is way under Tanner’s
radar.”
Oh, no you’re not sweet thing.
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wet his lips. “That delicious piece of ass is mine.”
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Blurb:
Reno Rocket, bass player for the rock band Dazed, thinks
he is on the straight and narrow but is his girlfriend just a cover for his
confused sexuality? When the new lead singer, Tanner Star, walks in Reno’s libido
snaps to attention. His attraction to the famous rock star is immediate and
disconcerting. Performing with Tanner every night blows Reno’s mind, and the
moment Tanner grinds against him on stage “curious” takes on a whole new
meaning
Tanner wants more than a lover. He wants a sub, and he’s
willing to guide Reno into the world of BDSM. In turn, Reno wants to be
everything to Tanner—lover, sub, and partner—but he fears the ghost of Tanner’s
dead boyfriend will come between them.
At first they manage to find a balance and life is
idyllic . . . until one rash action by Tanner plunges their new love affair
into chaos. Will Reno admit to the world he’s gay and face the media and his
family’s wrath, or will he deny the love and exquisite attention Tanner’s world
has brought him?
Excerpt:
Blacktown
Recording Studio, London, England
“DOWN, lover boy.” Deke leaned against the poster-covered
wall and grinned. “You’re starting to drool, man.”
Star gazed through the window of the soundproofed booth
to the delicious young musician putting down an instrumental track. Reno
Rocket’s blond hair fell over his face in a silken mass. Immersed in the
complicated riff, he let his long slender fingers caress the guitar strings
with a lover’s touch. Man, Reno was one talented dude. Tanner had never met a
person who played so many instruments. Reno played bass on stage but lead on
all the tracks. Tanner’s gaze drifted over the tempting flesh of his exposed
neck and the ragged T-shirt with the brown stain over one shoulder. He grinned.
Earlier, his casual bump into the sweet guy had caused a domino effect, ending
with Deke spilling his cola down Reno’s back.
The brilliant composition flowed around him, through him,
the guitarist giving life to a song Reno and Tanner had created together.
Tanner tapped his fingers to the beat of Lenny’s drums. Caught in the magic of
the moment, he became one with Reno and the melody. The young man glanced up at
the booth and gave Tanner a brilliant smile. Tanner pressed a hand over his
heart. “Have mercy.”
“Don’t you think
I’d have made a move on him by now if he was available?” Deke pushed his thumbs
into the front pockets of his Levi’s. “He’s straight.” He let out a long sigh.
“You’re wasting your time.”
“Nah, I don’t
think so. I’m guessing he hasn’t come out yet.” Tanner rubbed the back of his
neck. “You may have worked with him for the past three years and think you know
him, but I’m not fucking blind. Every time Reno stares at me, he gets that look
in his eye. Have you seen the way he reacts to me on stage?” He raised a brow.
“Man, as soon as I touch him, he blushes crimson and hides his hard-on behind
his bass.”
“Ah-huh?” Deke grinned. “Yeah, well… I’d get a hard-on if
you rubbed ten inches over my ass too.” He chuckled. “Man, you can rub against
me any time.”
Tanner folded his
arms over his chest and flicked a glance at Deke. Okay, his friend was
attractive, but two Doms together—no way. “Man, the day you rub your hairy
balls on me, I’ll go fucking straight.” He licked his lips. “But if Reno rubbed
that tight ass over me… oh, baby, come to Papa.”
Reno attracted him
with an innocence his Dom side craved to possess. The shy guy had a hard
muscular body he wanted to lick all over. An angelic face and full,
oh-so-fucking-kissable lips. Reno’s sultry, emerald-green gaze followed his
every move on and off stage. The buzz between them hummed with deep-seated
intimacy. He noticed the blush on Reno’s cheeks whenever they spoke. Hell, he
understood adoring glances. If he had made a mistake about Reno’s sexuality, he
would eat his guitar.
“It will never
happen.” Deke pressed his hands on the flashing control panel and stared at
Reno. “What the fuck would a sweet vanilla boy want with a crazy Dom like you?”
He smacked his forehead with his palm. “Christ! You think you can change him
over to our team, don’t you?”
Tanner smiled.
Deke’s read on him came from a long friendship. In fact, Tanner had drooled
over Dazed’s famous bass player from afar for years. What red-blooded gay man
wouldn’t find him attractive? Okay, so yeah, he planned to make a move on Reno.
The news Reno was straight had thrown him off course for a while, that was all.
With a wide grin, Tanner grasped his package. “Trust me,
he wants this real bad.”
The music stopped. Tanner waited for the producer to
start the playback. Inside the booth, Reno glanced up at him again with a smile
that lit up his eyes. Tanner’s stomach went into free fall. He gave Reno the
thumbs-up sign. His gaze dropped to Reno’s full lips. He swallowed hard and
cupped his aching balls. I want you,
sweet thing.
Sure, he had kept his distance at first, but Reno’s “I’m
interested” signals had become difficult to ignore. He had decided to take
things slow with the shy man. His friendship with Reno had developed over the
past month into something special. The talented musician often came to him with
ideas for songs, and he enjoyed working way into the night creating magic with
him. Tanner smiled to himself. Had Reno become his obsession? True, vivid
images of him flittered through his mind every fucking second. He had to admit,
he craved the man as his obedient sub and a welcome addition to his empty bed.
“Man, I can see
your mind working from here.” Deke inclined his head. “Are you planning to make
a move on him?” He laughed. “Oh man, are you in for a surprise.”
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