READY TO ROCK
by Cara Connelly
Available
12/01/15
Readers of Cara Connelly’s Save
the Date series met Jack and Lil McCabe in The Wedding Favor. Go back in time and experience Jack and Lil’s
original love story, with a hefty dose of romance and suspense. Ready to Rock, is Connelly’s first indie
title. Ready to Rock won RWA’s Golden Heart award (under the title The
Sinners), and the Valley Forge Romance Writer’s Sheila Award (also under The
Sinners).
Synopsis:
His
name's on everyone's lips--sexy rocker Jack McCabe. His gritty New York City
band is red hot, almost as hot as his fiery affair with photography student Lil
Marchone, the girl from his past, now the woman he loves. The problem is, Lil's
controlling ex wants her back. Rich, powerful, and ruthless, he'll stop at
nothing--including murder--to get Jack out of her life. But Jack's a badass
himself, always up for a fight. And with the stakes this high, he'll risk
everything for Lil, even his band. Even his life.
Learn
about Cara’s Save the Date series- http://www.caraconnelly.com/category/books/
Cara Connelly is the author of the Save the Date series of contemporary
romances published by Avon Romance. The latest book in the series, The Wedding
Gift, was released in May 2015. Cara’s smart and sexy stories have won several
awards, including the Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart, the Valley Forge
Romance Writers’ Sheila, and the Music City Romance Writers’ Melody of Love. A
former attorney and law professor, she lives with her husband Billy in the
woods of upstate New York.
EXCERPT:
A wolf whistle sliced through the street noise, calling
me back to the present. I’d wandered into the crosshairs of a dozen
construction workers sitting along the Jersey barriers that separated their
work site from the sidewalk. They were eating lunch and checking out the girls,
including me. Most of them were grinning. One waggled his fingers in a wave.
Hiding behind my sunglasses, I pretended to ignore them
while I checked them out from the corner of my eye. They were the usual
assortment of sizes and shapes. A few beer guts, a few shaved heads. But when
my gaze hit the last guy in the row, I did a double take. And then I froze in
my tracks.
Jesus Christ, it can’t be him!
But it was. I would have known him anywhere.
Slowly, inexorably, I walked toward him. Obviously, he
didn’t recognize me. He wasn’t whistling or grinning like the others, just
watching me with a calm expression, admiring but not leering.
I stopped directly in front of him. “Jack? Jack McCabe?”
Surprise flickered in his eyes, but he said coolly,
“Who’s Jack McCabe?”
I pulled off my sunglasses. “He’s the man who pulled me
out of a burning car six years ago.”
His eyes widened. “Well, hell,” he breathed. Then he
broke into a smile so dazzling that it literally knocked me back a step.
My God, he’s gorgeous! His face was cut
from the finest granite, rugged with two days’ beard. His black hair was
straight and glossy, falling loose to his shoulders. And when he stood up, he
towered over me, six foot two and built like you dream about, narrow waist
rising in a V to wide chest and broad shoulders, his long arms roped with the
lean muscle of a man who earns it the hard way—by working, not lifting weights
at a gym.
Touching one big hand to the small of my back, he started
to walk, drawing me away from the rest of the guys.
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