Deep (Stage Dive Series #4)

Deep (Stage Dive Series #4)

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Don't miss a beat with the fourth and final novel in the New York Times and USA Today bestselling Stage Dive series from Kylie Scott.

Positive. With two little lines on a pregnancy test, everything in Lizzy Rollins' ordinary life is about to change forever. And all because of one big mistake in Vegas with Ben Nicholson, the irresistibly sexy bass

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Don't miss a beat with the fourth and final novel in the New York Times and USA Today bestselling Stage Dive series from Kylie Scott.

Positive. With two little lines on a pregnancy test, everything in Lizzy Rollins' ordinary life is about to change forever. And all because of one big mistake in Vegas with Ben Nicholson, the irresistibly sexy bass player for Stage Dive. So what if Ben's the only man she's ever met who can make her feel completely safe, cherished, and out of control with desire at the same time? Lizzy knows the gorgeous rock star isn't looking for anything more permanent than a good time, no matter how much she wishes differently.
Ben knows Lizzy is off limits. Completely and utterly. She's his best friend's little sister now, and no matter how hot the chemistry is between them, no matter how sweet and sexy she is, he's not going to go there. But when Ben is forced to keep the one girl he's always had a weakness for out of trouble in Sin City, he quickly learns that what happens in Vegas, doesn't always stay there. Now he and Lizzie are connected in the deepest way possible...but will it lead to a connection of the heart?

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Praise for the Stage Dive series

 

“The stuff my rock star dreams are made of.  A thrill-ride. I felt every stomach-dip in the process. And I want to turn right around and ride it again. Every girl that’s ever had a rock-star crush, this would be the ultimate fantasy.” –Maryse’s Book Blog
“This book rocked my world!! Lick is an addictive blend of heart-warming passion and light-hearted fun. It’s a story you can lose yourself in. The perfect rock star romance!” – Aestas Book Blog
"An engrossing, sexy, and emotional read." - Dear Author

"A bittersweet journey that everyone, who has ever fallen in love and struggled to allow another person into their heart, can relate too." - Heroes and Heartbreakers

“Scrumptious and delicious. Firmly in my top ten best books this year!”—The Book Pushers

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Praise for Stage Dive:

"Readers who enjoy whirlwind romances with plenty of sex and laugh-out-loud humor will love every installment, and another is due out in the fall."—Booklist (Starred review)

"Pure rocker perfection in every single way…Play is a splendid marriage of romance and comedy, a possibly even better book than its stellar prequel, and I would recommend it to anyone who likes their love stories with a side of giggles."—Natasha Is a Book Junkie

"Rock and roll romance triumphs again in this perky sequel to Lick. Scott has a special skill for crafting humorous, genuine characters, with great rapport and sizzling chemistry in the bedroom… Another fun title in a great series."—Library Journal

"Kylie Scott is quickly becoming one of my favorite authors at combining funny with sexy, and I can't wait to read more from her. Play is a definite must-read book!"—The Smut Books Club

"This is a funny and wildly entertaining contemporary romance that will appeal to new adult romance fans."—Booklist

"Lick is a breath of fresh air [with] a unique storyline, think Hangover meets Contemporary Romance."—The Rock Stars of Romance

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781466854222
Publisher:
St. Martin's Press
Publication date:
03/31/2015
Series:
Stage Dive Series , #4
Sold by:
Macmillan
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
272
Sales rank:
5,113
File size:
939 KB

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Deep


By Kylie Scott

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2015 Kylie Scott
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4668-5422-2


CHAPTER 1

FOUR MONTHS AGO


Good girls don't fall for rock stars. It just isn't done.

"Pumpkin! PUUUMP-KIN!"

"Oh god." My sister, the aforementioned Pumpkin, giggled.

I just gaped. It seemed to be my go-to look of the day.

Lord knows, I'd been wearing it ever since letting myself into Anne's apartment this morning. Because I lived on campus, we'd starting doing brunch every Sunday morning since moving to Portland a few years back. It was our sisterly thing. But instead of standing ready to serve the bacon and eggs this morning, I'd found, Anne was fast asleep on top of a tattooed stud on the sofa. Both of them mostly clothed, thank god.

But, wow, what a revelation. I mean, I didn't even know Anne dated. I'd thought me dragging her along to the occasional party on campus was the sum total of her social life.

"C'mon, woman," said Mal, her brand-spanking-new boyfriend. "We can't be late to practice or Davie'll get his panties in a wad. You have no idea what drama queens guitarists can be. I swear, last week he threw a total hissy fit just 'cause he broke a string. Started screaming and throwing shit at people. True story."

"That is not a true story," admonished Anne, shaking her head. "David is a perfectly nice guy. Stop trying to scare Lizzy."

"No-o-o." Mal gave her big innocent puppy eyes, even going so far as to bat his eyelashes. "You think I would lie to Lizzy, my sweet little future sister-in-law?"

Anne just shook her head. "Are we going in or what?"

"Can't believe you doubted me, Pumpkin."

We followed the manic blond drummer into a big old building down by the river. As good a place for a loud rock band to practice as any. The only neighbors were industrial buildings, abandoned for the weekend. Inside wasn't any warmer, but at least we were out of the bone-chilling October wind. I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my gray woolen coat, nervous now that we were actually about to meet them. My sole interactions with the rich and famous started this morning with Mal. If the rest of the band was anything like him, I'd never keep up.

"As if anyone could doubt me. That hurt bad," he said. "Apologize."

"Sorry."

Mal smacked a noisy kiss on her cheek. "You're forgiven. Later."

Stretching his fingers and rotating his wrists, the man bounded off toward the stage assembled at one end. Instruments, amps, and other sound gear covered it and the surrounding area, with roadies and sound techs busy amid it all.

It was fascinating, this, him, and my whole damn morning. Mal and Anne seemed so in tune with each other. Perhaps Anne and I had been a touch too hasty in our dismissal of romantic love and affection. So it hadn't worked out for our parents. Hell, those two had pretty much made a mockery of commitment and marriage. Mal and Anne might yet make a far better case study.

Fascinating.

"He's borderline insane by the way," I said quietly. "So manic."

"Yeah. Isn't he great?" She grinned.

I nodded, because anyone who could make her smile so bright clearly must be. The light of hope in her eyes, the happiness, it was beautiful.

And the man in question? None other than Malcolm Ericson, drummer for worldwide renowned rock group Stage Dive, had somehow shacked up with my sister. My quiet, calm, color-within-the-lines-or-else sister. Anne was being vague about the details, but the facts remained the same. Her new boyfriend stunned me stupid. Perhaps someone had slipped something into my coffee back on campus. It would certainly explain all of the crazy.

"Can't believe you told him about me crushing on him when I was a kid." Ever so gently, Anne elbowed me in the side.

I grunted in pain.

"Thanks for that," she said.

"You're welcome. What else are sisters for?"

We wandered toward the couple of women sitting on storage boxes at the back of the hall. So cool, getting to see the band practice. Anne had truly been the psycho fan, plastering her bedroom wall with posters of Stage Dive. Mostly of Mal, making today's dating revelation all the more holy hell. But if anyone deserved some amazing, mind-blowing good to come their way, it was my sister. I couldn't begin to tell you how much she'd given up to get us this far.

The blond woman smiled in greeting as we got closer, but the curvy brunette just kept playing with her cell.

"Hello, fellow Stage Dive groupies and hanger-onners. How is your Sunday morning?" the blonde asked.

"Good," said Anne. "How are you feeling, Mrs. Ferris?"

"I am feeling very, very married, thank you for asking. How are you and Mal doing?"

"Ah, good. All good." Anne joined them, sitting on one of the boxes. "This is my sister, Lizzy. She goes to school at PSU. Lizzy this is Ev, David's wife, and Lena, Jimmy's ..."

"Assistant. Hi." Lena gave me a small smile and chin tip.

"Hi." I waved.

"Nice to meet you," said Ev. "Anne, quickly before they start playing. Tell me the story of you and Malcolm. I still haven't heard how you got together, exactly. But Lauren mentioned he basically invaded your apartment."

Back at her apartment, I'd overheard an odd argument between her and Mal. Something about them having an "agreement." When I questioned her she'd basically told me to butt out, in her own sweet way. I could only take her word that all was well, and try not to worry. Still, the question and Anne's reaction to it interested me greatly. I ever so subtly shuffled a little closer.

The whites of Anne's eyes flashed. "Ah, well, we met at your place the other night and hit it off."

"That's it?" asked Ev.

"Yes, that's pretty much it." Anne's smile wavered only slightly. "What is this, Ev, a grilling?"

"Yes, this is a grilling. Give me more information, please?"

"He's really great and yes, he kind of moved himself in with me. But I love having him there. He's wonderful, you know?"

So they weren't going to get any more out of her than I had. No big surprise. Anne tended to be tight lipped, a private person.

The girls kept on talking.

Up on the stage only the band members now remained, the rest moving off to the side to play with various bits of equipment. They stood gathered around Mal and his drum kit, deep in conversation. So this must be the band. Jeans and T-shirts seemed to be the goto, scruffy cool hairdos and lots of tats. One of them stood a good half a head taller than the rest, and the rest were not tiny. This guy must be a giant. And it'll sound crazy, but there was just something about the way he stood, the solidity of him. Mountains had never seemed so strong and imposing. Big boots several feet apart and a hand wrapped high around the neck of his bass guitar as if he might swing it club style at any moment to subdue some stray bear. The thick width of his shoulders and the ink on his muscular arms made my fingers itch with the need to explore. It couldn't have been healthy, but I'm pretty damn sure my heart skipped a beat. Every inch of me vibrated with some sort of hyper, crazy sexual tension courtesy of his presence. Never before had just the sight of a man made me go so gaga.

I couldn't look away.

The band meeting broke apart and he took several steps backward. Someone counted them in and boom! The first deep, heavy notes of his bass guitar slammed into me, rattling my bones. It left no corner of me unaffected. The song he played was like a spell, sinking deep, taking me over. My belief in love or lust or whatever this feeling was suddenly became assured. The sense of connection seemed so real. I hadn't had many definites in my life. But him, us, whatever this was, it was one. It had to be.

Finally, he turned in my direction, his gaze on his instrument, a short beard hiding half his face. Wonder if he'd be willing to shave it? He wore a faded red tee and dark blue jeans, as per the band uniform. As he played he'd rock back and forth on his heels, nodding or smiling every now and then at the singer, guitarist, or whoever.

And I'm certain each and every one of them performed like the prime specimens of rock 'n' roll musicianship that they were. None of them mattered, though. Just him.

Of course, I knew who he was. Ben Nicholson, the bass player for Stage Dive. But his presence in music videos or Anne's extensive collection of posters had never affected me like this. To be here, seeing him in the flesh, was a different experience altogether. My blood ran hot and my mind emptied. My body, though—it was as if it went on red alert, tuned in to every little move he made.

The man was magic. He made me feel.

Maybe love, marriage, and commitment weren't all some archaic social construct designed to give our young the best chance of survival. Maybe there was more to it. I don't know. Whatever this emotion was, however, I wanted him more than I'd ever wanted anything.

The music went on and on, and I stood staring, lost.

* * *

Hours later they finally stopped playing. Roadies flooded the stage, relieving the guys of their instruments, slapping them on the back and chatting. Everyone knew their jobs to perfection and it was fascinating to watch. Soon the four men approached us, looking thoroughly bedraggled. Sweat dripped off their hair, running down their tired but smiling faces. My walking male fantasy had an energy drink attached to his lips, the liquid in the bottle disappearing at lightning speed as he chugged it down. The closer he got and the more I saw, the more my body wanted. The way his T-shirt clung to him, dark from perspiration, made me start panting. The salty scent of sweat coming from his body got me sky-high. I'd sincerely love to explore what else he enjoyed doing that involved getting overheated.

Hells yes, sign me up for some of that.

Up this close, I could see the start of little lines beside his dark eyes. So he was a bit older than me. He couldn't be more than thirty or so, surely, and what was ten years between soul mates? And yes, I knew I was getting a bit overexcited. I just couldn't help it; the way he made me feel didn't come in halves. There could be no moderation.

I didn't tune in to the talk, just him. The rest of the world could disappear for good. I'd happily stand and stare at Ben Nicholson for hours. Days. Weeks.

One of those big hands ran over his short hair and I swear my sex wept in gratitude at the sight. I was out of control. If he fondled his beard I might faint.

"I'm starving," he said, his deep voice in every way a perfect, wonderful thing. "We finding somewhere to eat and drink?"

"Yes."

Dark eyes turned my way, looking down, noticing me for the first time. Oh lord, it was like an epiphany, being held in his gaze. It was starlight and moonbeams and all that fantastical ridiculous stuff I'd spent the last seven years mocking care of my parent's example. This man's existence gave it all back to me—hope, love, things like that. He made me a true believer once more.

Then he gave me a slow looking over. I stood still, grinning, waiting, and inviting his perusal. Fair was fair, I'd been ogling him for hours. And while I might not be putting any supermodels out of a job anytime soon (average height, not much up front, but curvy in the back—just like my sister), he'd be hard pressed to find a girl who could beat me for open and eager enthusiasm. I might only come up to his shoulder, but god damn would I make bending down worth his while.

Slowly, a smile curved his lips, making my heart jump with glee. The man reduced me to the state of a starstruck teenager. Yes to anything and everything that might possibly cross his mind.

"Well, okay then," he said.

"Don't you have to get back to school, Liz?" someone asked. Anne. Right. Whatever.

Man, he was divine. Maybe god existed after all. There might be a few more topics besides love that I'd need to reassess. What a day of revelations.

"No, I'm fine."

"I thought you had an assignment to do?" My sister's voice tightened in a way which normally sent red sirens screaming through me. But try as she might, I would not be swayed.

"Nope."

"Lizzy," she grated out.

"Ladies, ladies," said Mal. "We got a problem here?"

There were no problems anywhere. Not so long as Ben's gaze stayed fixed on me, making my world turn round. My smile grew shaky as our lustful staring contest continued.

Then the man smirked playfully and butterflies went berserk in my belly. Damn him, I would not look away. I could and would win.

But suddenly there was a distinct disturbance in the happy. Some woman was wound around Mal, giggling and cooing and carrying on. And the problem was, that woman was not my sister. Instead, Anne stood watching the scene with her face pale and her mouth set in a grim, resigned line.

Like fuck.

All thoughts of Ben faded from my mind like I was waking from a dream. Sisterly duties called to me loud and proud.

"Hey, Mal," I said, trying for happy-go-lucky and probably failing miserably. "Should we invite Anne's friend Reece along to eat? He often does stuff with us on Sundays."

Reece was her boss and sometime crush. At least until Mal had come along. I most certainly wasn't above using petty jealousy to further the cause.

Anne's brows drew tight. "I think Reece said he'd be busy."

I gave her my best guileless look. "No. Really? Why don't you give him a call and check, Anne?"

"Maybe another—"

"Fuck no, Lizzy. I mean, I don't think there'll be room." The moron rock star looked around, finally noticing the assorted embarrassed faces (his friends') and the outright murderous face (mine) of those assembled.

The ho batted her eyelashes at him. "Is something wrong?"

"It's cool," said Anne. "Why don't you go for a drink with your friend and catch up?"

"I thought we were gonna do something." And Mal might be beyond pretty, but he sure as hell wasn't the smartest drumstick.

"Yeah, but ..."

"I'm sorry, you are?" the ho asked in her high girly voice.

Ev cleared her throat and announced in a no-nonsense manner, "Ainslie, this is Mal's new girlfriend, Anne. Anne, this is Ainslie."

"Girlfriend?" Ainslie laughed, and I pretty much definitely really now did want to kill her. Slowly. Painfully. You get the gist.

"I was just saying hi to a friend," said Mal, carrying on with the male obliviousness. "What's the big deal?"

"There isn't one. It's fine."

"Yeah, there obviously is or you wouldn't be looking at me like that."

"You need to not talk to me in that tone of voice," Anne bit out. "Especially not in front of other people. Go out with your friend, have a nice time. We can discuss this later."

"We can, huh?"

"Yes."

His mouth curled into a farce of a smile. "Fuck it."

Everyone kind of looked at everyone else, but Anne just stood there. Her fingers clenched and unclenched at her sides, same as mine. God damn it, this couldn't be happening, not to Anne, not now. Just for once let the world play fair.

Soon enough the angry crashing of drums filled the hall, however. It was over. Let the animal pound on his skins.

It seemed no one had anything more to say.

Almost.

"Crap, I forgot!" Rather dramatically, Ev grabbed at her head. "We women all have to go meet Lauren. Girls' night out."

Her husband, the guitarist, just gave her a blank look. "You do?"

"Yep. We're starting early."

And hallelujah.

Anything to get Anne out of this god-awful situation with some of her pride intact sounded good to me. I ignored any inner conflict. Yes, the thought of giving up my chance with Ben hurt. I'm pretty sure my heart and vagina would never forgive me. But Anne looked devastated, her hands trembling. I grabbed her arm and towed her toward the door. A muscle-bound dude done out in all black, who just had to be security, met us beside a shiny new Escalade. We all bundled in with minimal small talk. Everything inside was leather. Seriously, the car was one sweet ride. Not sweet enough to get the sour out of my mouth over Mal's defection, however.


(Continues...)

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New York Times bestselling author Kylie Scott is a longtime fan of erotic love stories, rock n' roll, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia she reads, writes and never wastes time surfing the internet.


USA Today bestselling author of the Stage Dive series KYLIE SCOTT is a long time fan of erotic love stories, rock n roll, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia she reads, writes and never wastes time on the internet.

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Deep 4.3 out of 5 based on 4 ratings. 120 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great end to the stage dive story. Lizzy and ben were wonderful. Loved the ups and downs. Mal of course is still king!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great series...Ben's story was good but Mal's my favorite character...
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was good I just wish it could have been a little longer.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wow what a great read...love liz and ben...hope the stage dive series will continue with updates on the whole band
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love all the Stage Dive books. Well written and great story lines.
Tiffani Werth More than 1 year ago
All of these books are so good, like all the other books in the series I read it in one night. Once you pick it up you will not be abel to put it down!!! I am so sad that this is the end of the series, I hope she comes up with more to the story or something to keep going with this! Love, love them
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Once again Kylie Scott creates an amazing story with the fourth book of the Stage Dive series! I like how we get a glimpse into the happenings of the other band members while learning all about Ben and Lizzy. I love all the laugh out loud moments in this book. Deep was an amazing story to round out a fantastic series!
toniFMAMTC More than 1 year ago
This series has been 5 stars across the board for me. If you liked the others, rest assured Deep is more of the same great writing. I got so into the story. I laughed and cried along with the characters. It's not just about the main couple. All my favorite people fulfilled their parts. Each of the guys plays a role in the band. Not just an instrument, but a piece of the puzzle that makes them work. Dave's the sensitive poet, Mal's the loudmouth clown, and Jimmy's the brooding bastard. But Ben, he just goes on with the work, doing his thing. Oh how I heart these men, and that is a perfect description of them. It's easy to fall for book boyfriends. In this series, you fall just as hard for the ladies. The whole group even side characters makes for a remarkable family atmosphere. I just want to be a part of it so badly. Deep is about the base player Ben finding his love connection. Ben is super tall and big with a beard. He's the last single Stage Dive member. Each man had different issues along the way in the area of romance. Ben's problem is that he's happy where he is in life. He's not in the business to be flashy. Being rich and famous aren't his goals. He's not a bad guy. He's not super wild. He's just living his dream, giving his all to music. Music is first in his life so he never plans to get serious with a woman. Liz is a goner the moment she sees Ben. He just 'does it' for her. She can't get him out of her head so she pursues him. Liz does get her piece of Ben with added complications, but will it is a good thing or a bad thing? I recommend this book to everyone, and it's a definite must to any Stage Dive fan.
Anonymous 21 days ago
I have loved this whole series!!
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Anonymous 11 months ago
I've read this book over and over and can't get enough!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Favorite out of the series!
Slim_Cat1 More than 1 year ago
Two little pink lines on a pregnancy test is about to change everything in Lizzy Rollins' normal ordinary life forever. And its because of a one night stand with Ben Nicholson, the bass player for Stage Dive. Lizzy knows Ben isn't looking for anything more than a night of fun and Ben knows Lizzy is off limits and hopes to keep their one night a secret. I hate to say goodbye but I can always go back and visit! Ben and Lizzy have a secret "relationship" since her sister, Anne got together with Ben's band-mate Mal. Mal tells Ben that Lizzy is OFF LIMITS, but Ben texts and hangs out with Lizzy leading up to their one night stand in Vegas. When the news comes out Lizzy is pregnant things get interesting and the chaos ensues as always. I love Kylie Scott's work and cannot wait for more I have loved this series and will be a loyal fan when more come my way.
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Love these books definitely a must read
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starznstripes24 More than 1 year ago
This is one of my favorite all time series. That being said, this was my least favorite book. I just couldn't get into this couple. I like the characters, but I never really felt the chemistry. Lizzy and Ben met during Play, and the attraction was obvious there. (The date Ben went on in Lead makes a lot more sense now.) What I LOVED...the texting. I really felt a connection with their texts. They were playful and friendly and I enjoyed it a great deal. I wish that there was more of that because it's the only time I felt that we were able to see the real "people". What I enjoyed...catching up with the other band members and couples. I ADORE Mal, so I loved that he was all over this book. The fact that he's adopted Liz as his little sister warmed my heart and his protectiveness made me smile. What bothered me most...I felt like Martha was only brought in for the sake of drama. I never expected to see her again, and the discussions about her and the scenes with her seemed a bit forced. What I would have liked to have seen more of: The girls hanging out together. They all mesh really well together. Additional conversations between Ben and Lizzy would also have been great. While she's the girl for him, I never really got that from him until the end. What I could have done without: Martha in the Epilogue. Other pluses: Lizzy standing up for herself was a thing of beauty. I was so very proud of her. I also loved Ben's declaration. I would recommend this one, but I probably won't re-read it with the series very often.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved it!
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The way it starts out is completely entertaining and you find yourself laughing as much as you start to really love the character. A great read all the way through and by the end you want more!
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readercyn More than 1 year ago
Just love this series! talented, troubled, and hot band members find love when they are not looking for it. Smart, independent women characters. Plenty of steamy scenes - for mature readers. Don't need to be read in order, but you will enjoy the books more if you do.