A Bleeding Stars Stand-Alone Novel
Coming May 22nd
His voice was low. The word might have been a question had it not glided across my skin like familiarity and warmth. “Alexis.”
I barely nodded, my response a whisper as my heart fluttered and sped. “Alexis.”
His gaze dipped for a moment, tracing me head to toe. As if he needed reassurance I was here. Something about it felt so intimate and private, as if maybe when he’d chipped away that piece of my soul he somehow knew he held it, too.
“I hope it’s okay I’m here,” he said, forcing my attention back to his eyes.
A lump grew heavy in my throat and I swallowed around it, nodding as I tried to find my voice. “Of course it’s okay.”
Maybe I should have been hearing warning bells. A thousand caution flags tossed in the air and raining down around me. Because there was something about this brilliant boy that screamed trouble and mayhem. Undoubtedly, this man wore his own beautiful brand of destruction.
And I was the fool who always seemed to run straight for it. Diving right into the middle of it without having the first clue what was waiting for me.
“I’m Zachary Kennedy. Friends call me Zee,” he said, shifting on his feet as if he were wondering what he was doing here.
I could feel the pull of the soft smile at the side of my mouth. “I know who you are.”
“Is that so?” he asked. Something about it rang with a tease.
Of course I did. He was the drummer for one of the biggest rock bands in the world.
And I realized that probably put both of us at a disadvantage. No doubt he had women throwing themselves at him any time he walked off a stage or into a room. Wanting a taste of fame or maybe a name to drop, salivating over this boy simply for who he was.
It didn’t help he had to be the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen.
But this was different. The staggering need I felt to know him more. Not the boy pinned to Pinterest boards labeling him a sexy, tattooed bad boy. Not the boy splashed across the tabloids with their speculations and judgement.
The real man.
This man made up of flesh and bone. The man who rushed into an alley in the middle of the night to defend a complete stranger. The man who’d tenderly rocked me in his arms while I’d felt the controlled rage radiating from his body.
The one who now stood in my doorway, spinning my mind with how he could both look so powerful and vulnerable.
My insides shook, and I took a step back and widened my door. “Would you like to come in?”
A smile crept to his mouth that would be my complete undoing, this tug of full, soft lips framed by his beard. He tilted his head to the side. “You’re awful brave to be inviting a complete stranger into your house.”
I lifted my chin and met his gaze. “A complete stranger who put his life on the line. A stranger who stood between me and a gun. You could have died, and I very well might have if it wasn’t for you. Trust comes in a lot of forms, and I’m pretty sure you’ve already earned mine.”