Title: Tulsa
Author: S.L. Scott
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 3, 2018
Blurb
From New York Times Bestselling Author,
S.L. Scott, comes a hot new rock star romance that will sweep you off your feet
and leave you with a smile.
S.L. Scott, comes a hot new rock star romance that will sweep you off your feet
and leave you with a smile.
The rumors are true. At least where I’m
concerned.
concerned.
Drummers hit it harder and do it
better.
better.
Women love me and I love them. But I
like to think of myself as a sensitive soul trapped in a lady-killer’s body.
Not so surprisingly, I’ve been called cocky a time or two. What can I say?
We can’t all be boy scouts.
like to think of myself as a sensitive soul trapped in a lady-killer’s body.
Not so surprisingly, I’ve been called cocky a time or two. What can I say?
We can’t all be boy scouts.
Nikki Faris has thrown off my rhythm. With her
red lips, smart aleck mouth, short skirts, long legs, and blue-sky eyes, the
beautiful lead singer has become a complete distraction on this tour.
red lips, smart aleck mouth, short skirts, long legs, and blue-sky eyes, the
beautiful lead singer has become a complete distraction on this tour.
She loves to give me a hard time when all I
want to do is give her the pleasure of my hard—time right back.
want to do is give her the pleasure of my hard—time right back.
Tulsa Crow can save his pick up lines, great
eight-pack abs, and cute dimples to use on someone else. My band earned their
spot on The Resistance’s tour just like The Crow Brothers. I’m not going to
blow it getting sidetracked by a cocky rock star that wants to sleep his way
through the states. I’ve been called a name or two, but easy isn’t one
of them.
eight-pack abs, and cute dimples to use on someone else. My band earned their
spot on The Resistance’s tour just like The Crow Brothers. I’m not going to
blow it getting sidetracked by a cocky rock star that wants to sleep his way
through the states. I’ve been called a name or two, but easy isn’t one
of them.
But the best intentions with him turn into a
walk of shame for me. Only, I don’t feel shame. Instead, I’m doing the very
thing I said I wouldn’t—falling for a playboy.
walk of shame for me. Only, I don’t feel shame. Instead, I’m doing the very
thing I said I wouldn’t—falling for a playboy.
We make sinful music when we’re on the road,
but what happens to our melody when the tour ends?
but what happens to our melody when the tour ends?
Excerpt
Nikki Faris is amazing.
Not only is
she gorgeous, she’s also smart and strong. She says what she thinks, not
worried about sharing her opinions or anyone judging her for them. She can
defend the craziest ideas and has theories on everything from what she thinks
jackfruit tastes like to why the stars always shine on the darkest nights.
she gorgeous, she’s also smart and strong. She says what she thinks, not
worried about sharing her opinions or anyone judging her for them. She can
defend the craziest ideas and has theories on everything from what she thinks
jackfruit tastes like to why the stars always shine on the darkest nights.
Nikki Faris is mesmerizing.
Her lips.
Her eyes.
The way her
head tilts back when she laughs at her own jokes. She’s adorably funny. Even
the way she rolls her eyes is growing on me.
head tilts back when she laughs at her own jokes. She’s adorably funny. Even
the way she rolls her eyes is growing on me.
Nikki Faris is the sexiest woman I’ve ever spent time with, and I
haven’t even slept with her.
haven’t even slept with her.
Yet.
Her denim
skirt rides up really fucking high when she’s sitting. I don’t know whether I
should cover her or encourage her to wiggle more. Every time she moves around
on that barstool, my eyes dash between her blues and those bare legs. I’m so
tempted to run my hand over the smooth skin of her thigh, but I resist because
I’m just starting to earn her trust.
skirt rides up really fucking high when she’s sitting. I don’t know whether I
should cover her or encourage her to wiggle more. Every time she moves around
on that barstool, my eyes dash between her blues and those bare legs. I’m so
tempted to run my hand over the smooth skin of her thigh, but I resist because
I’m just starting to earn her trust.
But then
she leans over, resting her hand on my leg, the tips of her fingers dipping
toward my cock, waking it up, and whispers, “I think you got me drunk, Crow.”
she leans over, resting her hand on my leg, the tips of her fingers dipping
toward my cock, waking it up, and whispers, “I think you got me drunk, Crow.”
Chuckling,
I reply, “You got yourself drunk,
Faris.”
I reply, “You got yourself drunk,
Faris.”
Suddenly,
her free hand wanders into my hair. “Your hair is soft. No gel.” She drags the
bridge of her nose along my neck, causing my dick to harden. “You smell so
good. So manly. What cologne do you wear?”
her free hand wanders into my hair. “Your hair is soft. No gel.” She drags the
bridge of her nose along my neck, causing my dick to harden. “You smell so
good. So manly. What cologne do you wear?”
“Soap and
sweat, sweetheart.”
sweat, sweetheart.”
“Tulsa.
Tulsa. Tulsa.” Leaning back to look me in the eyes, she confesses, “It
shouldn’t, but that really turns me on.”
Tulsa. Tulsa.” Leaning back to look me in the eyes, she confesses, “It
shouldn’t, but that really turns me on.”
I laugh
again and stop her hand from wandering higher on my leg. “You’re a horny
drunk.”
again and stop her hand from wandering higher on my leg. “You’re a horny
drunk.”
“I am,” she
replies, resting her head on my shoulder. “Have you ever heard the phrase
sleeping with the enemy?”
replies, resting her head on my shoulder. “Have you ever heard the phrase
sleeping with the enemy?”
“I have.” I
touch her, not able to stop myself as I tuck those wild strands of hair behind
her ear.
touch her, not able to stop myself as I tuck those wild strands of hair behind
her ear.
The
bartender sets the tab down in front of me. Nikki reaches for it, but I grab it
first. “My treat.”
bartender sets the tab down in front of me. Nikki reaches for it, but I grab it
first. “My treat.”
“I have a
feeling I’m going to be swearing your name in the morning.”
feeling I’m going to be swearing your name in the morning.”
I do a
double take. “You mean because of the alcohol, right?” While waiting for her to
answer a question I already know the answer to, images of her swearing my name
for other reasons cross my mind.
double take. “You mean because of the alcohol, right?” While waiting for her to
answer a question I already know the answer to, images of her swearing my name
for other reasons cross my mind.
She doesn’t
answer, which is probably best.
answer, which is probably best.
Author Bio
Living in the capital of Texas with her family, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, and cooking with her kids. She's obsessed with epic romances and loves a good plot twist. Her favorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filled with the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes to think she's a pro.
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