Lyrics of Her (Cold Neptune Book 1) <— ROCK STAR PROUD OF HIS ORIGINAL SONGS UNTIL SHE ACCUSES HIM OF PLAGIARISM! It’s LIVE and & the author is sponsoring this week’s Friday Finds newsletter!
The author says:
I really hope you enjoy Reed and Brinley’s story
I have taken a huge leap with this book, writing out of my comfort zone of sweet, contemporary romance. This one is a steamy rock star romance with lots of f-words and lots of I felt this dedicated was fitting.
So what’s it about?
As the lead singer of Cold Neptune, and every woman’s bad-boy fantasy, Reed Devlin is used to the limelight. Making music and writing original songs are his two great passions.
So, when sassy up and coming singer/songwriter, Brinley Thomas, accuses him of musical plagiarism, Reed’s entire world spins out of control.
There’s no way he can just sit back and let it happen. Fame and fortune can usually buy him anything he wants. But not this time.
Brinley isn’t interested in his money. And she’s not interested in taking any of Reed’s crap either. She just wants what’s rightfully hers.
But the truth always comes at a cost, and despite their sizzling chemistry, Brinley struggles to risk it all and let her heart take center stage for once.
Lyrics of Her, book #1 in the Cold Neptune rock-star series can be read as a stand-alone full length steamy romance with no cliff hangers. It is intended for mature audiences 18+.
Reed isn’t one of those super hyper rock singers who jump around and dance all over the stage. He’s more intense, just moving slightly with the music, his head leaning to one side as he grips the microphone and sings, his voice smooth and seductive, the sweetest, most gratifying sound I’ve ever heard.
There are no words to describe what I’m feeling. This man does things to me that no one has ever been able to do before.
I’m his, totally his.
I just wish he was mine, too.
The crowd screams when the song finishes, hands in the air, clapping. Cameras are flashing like crazy when Reed throws his arms up, revealing that small sliver of taut skin just above the waistband of his tight jeans that I’ve come to know very intimately.