My knees go weak at the seductive tone to his voice. That's him, the guy who sings In Pieces, the man who has been haunting my dreams.
That song is the centerpiece of my listen on repeat and fall apart playlist.
I try to formulate some excuse for why I need to leave immediately, but nothing comes. "You're um… you're in the band? The one that is throwing this party?"
"Yeah. Sinful Serenade. I'm the vocalist." His eyes pass over me again. He takes his time, like he's sure I'll be in his bed in thirty minutes flat.
A pang of desire shoots straight to my core. My damn body isn't obeying my commands. It can't help wanting Miles Webb. There's something appealing about the tattoos poking out from under his t-shirt. About the confidence in his eyes.
It's not like me to fall for the bad boy.
Even when he's so tall. Two inches taller than me at least. I'm 5'11', a giant for a women. I tower over most of the men I know.
But not Miles.
I take a deep breath, trying to convince my body it doesn't want him.
He's bad news.
A player.
A rock star even.
But I can't stop staring.
I clear my throat. "I was looking for my friend, Kara. She's tight with some guy in your band. They go way back."
"Oh, yeah, Drew's friend. Heard a lot about her last tour."
"So, I should really find her." I step aside. "And go home. I have to study. You know how it is. Or maybe not, being a rock star and all. But I have a test tomorrow."
I turn and make my way out of the kitchen.
There are footsteps behind me. "Meg?"
I spin, eye to eye with Miles again. Once again, my mind flashes with the image of him kneeling on that bed, his cock hard, the muscles of his thighs and torso taut.
How is it possible that Miles is the guy who has been singing me to sleep? He's not a poet.
He's a manwhore.
"Yes?" I ask.
"Your friend isn't in a state to drive."
He points to Kara, curled up on the couch. Her dark eyes are filled with an expression of drunken excitement. She looks especially short and curvy next to her tall, muscular friend. That must be Drew. His black hair and intense brown eyes are appealing. No wonder she's staring at him like she wants to devour him.
She bounces to her feet and throws her arms around me. "Are you having fun? Please, tell me you aren't completely miserable."
I hug back. "Only partially."
She laughs. "That's a start!"
Good. She still happy. Kara is an endlessly patient friend. She's been dragging me out of mourning for months now. I'm not going to ruin her night.
"I'm about ready to go home," I say. "I'll take a cab."
"No. I can drive. It's getting late," she says.
The dark-haired guy, Drew, butts in. "Kendrick, you are way too drunk to drive. If you even think about getting in your car, I'll throw you over my shoulder, carry you to my room, and strap you to my bed."
Her eyes light up the second he calls her by her last name. "I didn't know you were into that. Do you have rope or handcuffs or what?"
"I'll call you a fucking cab." His voice is equal parts playful and protective.
She nudges him and points to me. "This is my friend Meg, who you are so rudely ignoring in favor of lecturing me."
He pushes off the couch and offers his hand. "Drew Denton. Nice to meet you."
I shake. "Meg Smart."
"Miles giving you a hard time?" Drew asks.
"I can handle myself," I say.
"If you won't listen to reason—" Drew turns back to Kara "—then I will drive you home."
Kara looks Drew in the eyes. "You were drinking too."
"I can." I bite my tongue. Dammit, Kara's car is a stick. I can't drive us home. "Never mind."
Miles butts in. "I'll drive you guys home."
Drew's eyes narrow. He shoots Miles an incredulous look.
"Not letting you drive tonight." Miles throws back a stern look. "You'd do the same."
Slowly, Drew's protective expression melts. He and Miles share a look of understanding.
The cocky singer turns to Kara. "Your keys."
"It's a manual." She digs through her purse.
"That's fine." He smirks. "I know how to handle my stick."
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Author’s Note
Thank you for reading Dangerous Kiss. I hope you loved Ethan and Violet’s story as much as I did, and I hope you love Dangerous Noise as much as I do. The band will be back next year, with Dangerous Crush, Kit and Piper’s story.
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Acknowledgments
My first thanks goes to my husband, for his support when I’m lost in bookland and for generally being the sun in my sky. The second goes to my father, for always encouraging my love of reading and for taking me to the bookstore when I was supposed to be grounded.
Athena Wright, you are the best author BFF a girl could ask for. Thank you for your feedback, for being my chat buddy, and for letting me borrow your name for Violet’s BFF. To my cover designers, Skyla and LJ, thank you for your work in making my rock star series perfect. To my editors, Tonya and Dee, thank you for whipping the story and the prose into shape. And thanks to Giselle at Xpresso and to all the book bloggers who helped get the word out.
As always, my biggest thanks goes to my readers. Thank you for picking up Dangerous Kiss. I hope you’ll be back for the rest of the Dangerous Noise series.
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