“Strong” is a novella in the Stage Dive Series by Kylie Scott. It is included in the recently released 1001 Dark Nights collection, which of you have never read is a gem of short and steamy romance stories.
Now down to business, if you have not read the Stage Dive Series by Kylie Scott, “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!?” This is easily one of the sexiest, drool worthy series in production. Each book is based off one member of the band and their journey to find love. “Strong” ventures into the lives of two secondary characters from the main series: Sam, the bands bodyguard, and Martha, ex-girlfriend to the lead guitarist.
When I found out these two were getting their own story I was soooo EXCITED!!!!!!! who better to find a happy ending then the person who protects the band and a girl who has been mostly on the outside of the band for a decade.
Sam has spent the last several year watching each of the band members find their “happily ever-after” as he continuously wonders about “Martha” who left to live in New York. Sam always had feelings for Martha, feelings that became so strong he could not invest in anyone else.
“I’ve been waiting for you for almost a decade…”
If that does not get your stomach flipping and all of the right feelings sparked, I don’t know what will. I mean honestly is there anything hotter then a man who knows what he wants and waits for it?
When Martha returns from New York it is Sam’s chance to pursue the woman he has always wanted, but will Martha’s history with the band make her to shy to delve into a relationship with Sam? Can she really resist the handsome, strong man who has always made her feel safe? and, who has always caused this inexplicable sensation deep in her stomach.
Will Martha and Sam join the other happy couples of the Stage Dive Series or has to much time passed to really make it work?
I rate this book 5 STARS. I mean honestly, is there a Kylie Scott book out there that is not great? I love curling up knowing I will finish her books in one sitting, and will be left with the satisfied glow that should not be possible after a book. 😉 Find a secluded spot and dive into this romantic, second chance, steamy novella, your heart and body will be thanking you!
FROM THE PUBLISHER
From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kylie Scott comes a new story in her Stage Dive series…
When the girl of your dreams is kind of a nightmare.
As head of security to Stage Dive, one of the biggest rock bands in the world, Sam Knowles has plenty of experience dealing with trouble. But spoilt brat Martha Nicholson just might be the worst thing he’s ever encountered. The beautiful troublemaker claims to have reformed, but Sam knows better than to think with what’s in his pants. Unfortunately, it’s not so easy to make his heart fall into line.
Martha’s had her sights on the seriously built bodyguard for years. Quiet and conservative, he’s not even remotely her type. So why the hell can’t she get him out of her mind? There’s more to her than the Louboutin wearing party-girl of previous years, however. Maybe it’s time to let him in on that fact and deal with this thing between them.
**Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you’ll enjoy each one as much as we do.**
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Kylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013 & 2014, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet. You can learn more about Kylie from http://www.kylie-scott.com/
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“Ooh, busted,” said Lizzy. “The bodyguard caught you looking.”
“Shut it.” I inched my chin up a bit, trying not to frown because frowning gave you lines. “Sam and I have known each other for years and nothing has ever happened. You’re completely wrong about this.”
“Yes, there’s nothing between us.”
“So that’s why you were staring at him?”
I chose not to answer that. “And you know he prefers to be called executive protection officer instead of bodyguard.”
At this, Lizzy burst out giggling, a malicious glee in her eyes. No wonder I liked my sister-in-law these days.
Ben shot us both an irritated glance. We both ignored it.
Of course, I’d known Sam would probably be here. Rock stars going out in public could be a delicate thing. People had a tendency to get overexcited. And while one person wanting an autograph wasn’t a problem, twenty or thirty of them suddenly swarming definitely could be. Having once been part of the entourage, I’d seen it happen to Ben and his fellow Stage Dive band members enough times to be wary. And you couldn’t get by with ordinary security. Rock stars needed protection from their over-zealous fans, but on the other hand they didn’t want the fans roughed up or hurt in any way. It required a delicate balance: control, experience, and a whole gamut of scary physical skills. Hence Sam.
Still, Portland seemed generally less crazy than the good old days back in LA. All of the guys seemed calmer and more settled away from the constant craziness of the party scene. Not to mention the effect of all of the wives/partners and various offspring. The biggest rock band in the world had officially been domesticated.
It was kind of cute. Or sad. I don’t know.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to stir you,” she lied. “What do you think of your brother’s new musical bromance?”
On the small stage set up in the corner of the room, a young man wailed his heart out while playing an acoustic guitar. Much angst about a girl who only called him after midnight. Trust a rockster to turn a simple booty call into a heartbreaking ballad. The song was damn good though. He had talent. If only I hadn’t had my fill of the type when I was younger. The kid looked to be in his early to mid-twenties. Lanky with lots of tattoos. Your typical rock ’n roll Prince Charming. Gag. These days my type ran more toward…actually, what I needed or wanted in a male was a total mystery.
And my gaze did not stray back to Sam. That did not happen.