Saving The Book Tart – Guest post by Lexxie Couper + Spotlight on Heart of Fame + Contest!
Happy Book Birthday to Lexxie Couper!!! Getting Played, the 7th book in her Heart of Fame series, is out now from Samhain Publishing. Lexxie Rocks! She sent me an email that made me smile through my tears after my ceiling fell in and said “of course!” she could help me out. *mwah!*
Enjoy her guest post about rock stars and her yummy excerpt too. Oh! *points down* Make sure enter my Save The Book Tart contest for a chance to win a $40 gift card and lots more prizes. 🙂
Cause today is the perfect day for it. Why? Getting Played, the seventh book in the Heart of Fame series it out NOW! RIGHT NOW!
Getting Played is probably the most…well, playful book in the series and Jaxon, the wild keyboardist who never takes anything serious, was one of my favourite characters to write. Aaaaaand it’s already getting some awesome reviews. Check this one out:
I know you will be surprised to know this was my first Lexxie Couper read, considering it is the 7th book in the series. However; I can’t resist a book with a rock star and I hoped it could be read as a standalone. Well, my verdict is yes, it can. It made me curious to read about the other band members, and I fully intend to, but I don’t feel like I was short-changed at all. I was very impressed with the author’s writing. The personality of Jaxon, the sexy tattooed rock star, was so present I could see it and feel it. He made me smile, laugh, snicker, and blush. He had so much energy and sex appeal it just jumped off the pages. I really enjoyed the fact that the characters had history together and their shared memories brought another dimension to their story. I look forward to reading more from this author. ~ FIVE out of FIVE, Rosarita Reader,
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The song—at this point still titled “Lily’s Song”—fell from his lips. Samuel’s tormented lyrics of aching for something beyond hope wrung his regret. Levi’s music, profound and haunting, soothed his remorse. The song was still a work in progress, Samuel tweaked the lyrics often, just as Levi reworked chords and riffs and time beats. But the bones of the piece of music were there and, in Jax’s opinion, it was one of the finest songs they’d ever created as a band.
He didn’t open his eyes. He never did when he played the piano. Instead, he gave himself over to the power of the music, the lyrics. He wasn’t a singer, but his fingers, his soul and his heart knew exactly how to give voice to music.
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He played, the lyrics leaving him with husky rawness, his fingers finding the notes of Samuel’s guitar in the keys, of Levi’s bass, dancing to the building rhythm of Noah’s beat.
He played and lost himself—as he always did—to the beauty and rightness of making music. Of living it as it flowed from him.
And when he played the last note, as always, a part of him regretted the dying moment even as he reveled in its fading sound. Cherished it and ached for it again.
Hunched over the keys, fingers still resting on their cool surface, he listened to his soul return to his body as silence filled the void.
His heartbeat returned to its normal pace and, a soft wry laugh vibrating in the back of his throat, he straightened on the stool and opened his eyes.
Nat regarded him from the piano’s side, her cheek and chest resting on the raised lid, her eyes roaming his face, her pupils dilated. “That was incredible,” she declared on a breathless whisper. “I’d honestly forgotten how amazing you are.”
He forced a cocky grin to his lips. “Ten out ten?”
For an answer, she slid between the keyboard and the stool and straddled his thighs.
Wild heat poured through him. Pooled in his groin, his soul. He gazed up at her, the warmth of her pussy nestled against his jeans-clad arousal. His heart quickened, his balls ached. He reached up and parted the loose V formed by her robe, smoothing his palms across the velvet skin on her chest and shoulders until the garment fell from her arms to the keyboard. A discordant collection of faint notes sounded in the air, a soundtrack to their past he remembered well.
She drew a slow breath, lashes shuttering her eyes for a moment before she looked down at him again.
Desire burned in her gaze. Undeniable and fathomless.
Staring into that inferno, Jax skimmed his hands over the curve of her hips, the subtle dip of her waist and up the curve of her ribcage until his palms grazed over her full, heavy breasts. Her nipples puckered instantly at the slight caress. Her belly hitched.
Sliding one hand behind her back, he held her motionless as he feathered his other hand over each breast, charting the exquisite perfection of each swell of heavenly flesh and its rock-hard, dusky-pink tip.
She made a soft noise of pleasured surrender. Rolled her hips. Arched her back. The move drew her nipple closer to his lips and he took it in his mouth and sucked without hesitation.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned, writhing on his lap. Her elbow, or maybe it was her robe again, played new notes on the piano. The sound danced on the silence, at once delicate and a testament to their passion.
He suckled her nipple harder into his mouth, moving his palm at the small of her back lower until he cupped her arse cheek. With a gentle squeeze, he pulled her closer to his erection, needing to feel her heat on his engorged length.
She arched farther, raking a hand through his hair as she ground herself to his trapped cock.
Growling, he scored a line of nipping kisses across her chest to her other nipple, feasting on it even as he shifted on the stool, desperate to be inside her.
Once again, random notes sounded, treble and bass. More forceful and louder this time. Nat’s palms, anchoring her to the piano as he worshipped her breasts. She moaned and rolled her hips so her pussy stroked his dick through the taut denim of his jeans. “I love…” she panted. “Oh Christ, I love…”
I can’t tell you all enough how excited I am for Getting Played to be out there in the world. I hope you all enjoy Jax and Nat’s story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
If you like, you can pick up your own copy at the following places…
After yet another month without a lead singer, the band Synergy is on the verge of calling it quits. Which drives Jaxon Campbell, keyboardist and perpetual player, to do something dangerous—hit up a woman with contacts—and curves—in all the right places. Trouble is, the last time he saw her, he kind of broke her heart. And stole her cherished, autographed AC/DC album.
Natalie Thorton, Dean of the Sydney Conservatorium of Music, knows everyone who’s anyone in Australia’s music industry. She’s driven and utterly professional and doesn’t have room in her schedule for relationships.
When Jaxon strides into her office, all of Natalie’s suppressed sexual urges—the ones born in Jax’s arms—surge to the surface. He wants something from her? Well, she wants something from him. Orgasms. Lots of them.
How can Jax say no? He’s never forgotten her, and it’s not like they’re going to fall in love. But just who’s playing who? And whose heart is going to fall first?
Warning: Contains a sexual challenge involving sex in public places, sex in private places, sex in moving cars, sex against windows and sex in the company of an oblivious federal politician. So basically, we’re talking about getting laid. A lot.
Lexxie Couper started writing when she was six and hasn’t stopped since. She’s not a deviant, but she does have a deviant’s imagination and a desire to entertain readers with her words. Add the two together and you get erotic romances that can make you laugh, cry, shake with fear or tremble with desire. Sometimes all at once.
When she’s not submerged in the worlds she creates, Lexxie’s life revolves around her family, a husband who thinks she’s insane, a indoor cat who likes to stalk shadows, and her daughters, who both utterly captured her heart and changed her life forever.
Having no idea how old she really is, Lexxie decided to go with 27 and has been that age for quite some time now. It’s the best of both worlds – old enough to act mature, young enough to be silly.
Lexxie lives by two simple rules – measure your success not by how much money you have, but by how often you laugh, and always try everything at least once. As a consequence, she’s laughed her way through many an eyebrow raising adventure.