The Black Rose, 3
They both need to blow off some
steam...
Lilith Yee is Madame Tease,
except she hasn't been doing much teasing lately. Alex has left her in charge,
which means there isn't time for fun. On top of paperwork and making sure
Twisted Rope is still performing on Friday, she's bored.
Joseph Hall is the lead singer of
the Twisted Rope. On the last leg of their tour, he has the weight of the world
on his shoulders. He's kept a secret from his bandmates, one that is slowly
killing him inside. He's more than willing to put the decisions in someone's
hand.
One night. No promises. Could it
end up being the perfect beginning?
Excerpt
“I can’t help you if you don’t
tell me.” The soft sound of her footsteps coming closer stopped him from disappearing
through the door. Her hand pressed lightly on his shoulder, and he turned
around. She wasn’t that much taller than he was, so he gazed into her eyes.
They searched his. As he took a step away from her, she raised her hand. The
move reminded him of someone trying to approach a wounded animal. “You’ve got
the weight of the world on your shoulders. I can help you with that. All you
have to do is let me.”
“What do you mean?”
The smile she gave him hit him
like a physical punch to the pit of his stomach. “Maybe it’s time you put that
well-worn control into someone else’s hands. Come to my office after your set.
I mean if you’re interested.” This time when she stepped toward him, he stayed
rooted to the spot. He still found it difficult to look in her eyes. Damn, the
tour had really worn him down along with everything else he’d had to deal with.
“Look at me, Joseph.” As if her words were magic ones granting him permission,
they were all he needed to shift his eyes to hers. He stayed still as she ran a
nail along the line of his jaw. Dropping his gaze slightly, he studied the
curve of her lips. The simple move made him rock hard as he glanced back into
her eyes, and she gave him a look that could only be described as searching.
“Come to me tonight after your set.”
“Who are you?” He wanted to touch
her, his fingers practically burned with the urge—the need.
A moment of indecision flashed in
her eyes before she suddenly seemed taller as she stood on her tip toes with
the pose of a dancer. Joseph immediately wished that he had his notepad with
him. She stopped a fraction from his lips, never looking away. “My name is
Madame Tease.” The barest touch of her lips danced across his. “Have a good
show tonight.”
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About Ella:
Ella Grey likes to tell stories which feature very human characters, even if those characters sprout fur or can conjure fire with a click of their fingers. Ella has been writing for over a decade and has been published for the last two years.
She currently lives in the UK with her son, partner and cat. She rarely sleeps and can often be found with a cup of coffee in one hand and her other hand on the keyboard.
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