When a man who makes interesting objects from the CDs of a musician he cannot abide the rhythm of meets him?the sparks are going to fly.
Niall Hilton cringes whenever he hears music from a group that used to be his favourite until after their second album. In his opinion Roarke McBride?the band?s lead singer and songwriter?is to blame ...
When a man who makes interesting objects from the CDs of a musician he cannot abide the rhythm of meets him—the sparks are going to fly.
Niall Hilton cringes whenever he hears music from a group that used to be his favourite until after their second album. In his opinion Roarke McBride—the band’s lead singer and songwriter—is to blame for the loss of rhythm that had made the band great. When a friend brings the singer into his home Niall is irritated by the intrusion and lets Roarke know his opinion on his music. The singer surprises him with a performance of his latest hits, which to Niall’s shock he actually enjoys. He’s stumped as to why. Although Niall plans not to see Roarke again, the musician is determined to change his mind. As he gets to know him, Niall is drawn beyond the persona of Roarke the superstar to the man—who is interesting and aggravating.
Roarke McBride is used to some people not enjoying his music and is usually able to shrug it off. Niall’s creations from his CD’s make him laugh thinking it’s a trick until Niall opens his mouth and insults him. Instead of taking it in stride as his norm Roarke is furious, at first. By the next day his thoughts are clear—Niall might hate his music but Roarke is determined to make the stunning man his. Niall was snarky, rude and blunt but as he gets to know him Roarke sees he would stand by his side and weather anything with him. In order for Niall and he to meld they will need to combine their...opposing rhythms.
Talia Carmichael is a romantic who believes that family, no matter if it is by blood or those you choose as family, is integral to who you are. She is an author who writes sexy stories in a variety of genres. She believes in creating stories that encompass all that falling in love or lust entails, from the highs of that first blush of attraction to the lows of not knowing if you can make your coming together as a couple work, and then finally to the acceptance of the reality of making a life together. It's all about the journey.
Among her books you'll find contemporary, futuristic, fantasy, and paranormal settings with M/M and ménage themes that will have a happily-ever-after. Her books are passionate, intense, and real…to fill the craving.
Roarke McBride pulled his hat lower on to his head. He glanced behind him to the street of Corbett Place. He knew the area well, and wasn’t too concerned about anyone recognising him and blabbing to the press that he was here. Besides, very few people knew he was even in town. Roarke focused on the door in front of him before pressing the bell. He lowered his head so he couldn’t be seen from the peephole. Roarke held the edible bouquet higher to make sure he’d obscured his face.
"May I help you?" a voice asked over the intercom.
Roarke smiled, recognising that baritone. "Delivery." He deepened his tone, making it gruff.
The door opened. Roarke dropped the bouquet and tackled the man in the doorway. They went down with an "Oomph."
"What the...? Roarke!" Aidan Vaughn’s expressive pale grey eyes showed confusion, surprise then happiness.
Roarke studied his best friend. As usual, Aidan’s short, dark hair was in charming disarray and he looked sexy. The man never tried to look good, he just did.
"Aidan, it’s so good to see you." Roarke hugged his legs around Aidan as he straddled him.
"You too. But you really need to stop tackling me when I open my door." Aidan laughed and hugged him back.
"You would think something was wrong with me if I didn’t." Roarke chuckled.
It was what he did when he saw Aidan and his brothers. They were all close friends and they roughhoused. Growing up in the same neighbourhood, right next door to each other, they had been in and out of each other’s houses. They both had large families—Aidan had five brothers and Roarke had eight brothers and one sister. Their parents still lived in the old neighbourhood, next to each other.
"Aidan, is there a reason some man is straddling you in our doorway?" a deep bass voice asked behind where they lay.
"Ohhh... He sounds yummy, just as good as he looks in the pictures." Roarke grinned widely.
"Oh... I know that look. Don’t even think it," Aidan warned.
Now, he couldn’t very well ignore that challenge. Roarke leaned over and kissed him. Aidan stiffened, but soon relaxed. There was nothing sexual in the kiss. Their intimacy had changed long ago, leaving just their friendship. Roarke raised his head, then winked at him.
"You all must have been sexy together," the same voice said, now right next to them.
Roarke turned his head and met the golden, slumberous eyes of Enrique Matthews, who was now on the floor beside them. He recognised the man from the photos that Aidan had emailed him. Enrique’s eyes had more of a coppery tint than his amber ones, which were yellowish gold. Enrique’s long black hair was pulled back from his handsome face. Roarke saw why Aidan loved him so much. There was a shrewd look, as well as an openness, to his face.
"Enrique." Roarke slid off Aidan and over to Enrique.
He pushed him on to his back and straddled him. Roarke grinned down into his face. Enrique smiled, a sexy twist to full lips.
"Oh, my. Aidan, he’s quite a beauty," Roarke said.
"You know, Aidan warned me you might find a way into my lap within a day of meeting me, but I didn’t believe him. No way was Roarke...the Roarke McBride...going to be in my lap." Enrique sat up and put his arms around his waist.
"If you weren’t family by way of Aidan, I wouldn’t be. Have to be careful about the press. And, just to let you know, you have a mighty comfortable lap." Roarke chuckled.
"So I’ve been told." Enrique laughed.
"Now, tell me. What did you bet Aidan?" Even without being told, he knew Aidan well enough to know there would be a bet. "If you knew me better, you wouldn’t have taken such a sucker bet." Roarke smacked Aidan, who was now leaning against Enrique’s shoulder.
Enrique’s smile got wicked and Aidan’s face flushed. Roarke watched as the two men exchanged glances. They focused back on him.
"Not your business," Aidan said firmly.
"You’ll tell me later," Roarke said, winking at Enrique.
"No, he won’t. It’s always great to see you, but what are you doing here? I thought you were still in Europe," Aidan said.
"Jumped on my jet as soon as my last show was finished. Needed to get out of there."
"That was the end of your world tour? At least you can get some rest before you go again." Aidan rubbed his hand up and down Roarke’s back.
"It was and I’m not going again. I’m through touring—ready to settle down here in Hollisville. Europe was our last tour. I won’t be making as many appearances as I used to and even then it’ll have to be something special," Roarke replied.