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Title: ALWAYS YOU
Author: Roxie Noir
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Always You:
I’ve been broken since the day I was born, with a past full of ugly secrets and a brother doing life in prison. Not that you’d know it if you read the tabloids. According to them I’m the rock-solid guitarist for the biggest band in the world. I’m the dependable one. The steady one. The anchor. They don’t know the truth. No one knows who I am underneath, once the music is over and the lights are off. No one but Darcy. She’s my best friend. She’s my fucking savior, my light in the dark, beautiful as hell and talented as fuck and every bit as broken as me. And I fucking yearn for her. I have for years. I see the way she looks at me, what’s behind her eyes. I know what she thinks about alone, in the dark, because how could I not know. It’s getting worse. Every second, every heartbeat, every moment we spend together and every secret we share makes me want her more. Even though I know that one kiss, one night could ruin everything we have, I need her. And for Darcy, I’ll risk it all.
“Close your eyes,” I say, looking over my shoulder at him. A slight smile lights up his face as he holds his hands away from him body, trying not to touch anything with the gloves on.
“You know I’ve seen you naked.”
“We were drunk.”
“You were drunk.”
I make a face, because he’s right. Trent doesn’t really drink, aside from a single beer now and then. I don’t blame him. If I’d grown up with his father I doubt I’d drink either.
“And high,” I say. “Are you thinking of the time I tore off all my clothes because I thought they were turning into pancake batter, or the time I made you come skinny dipping because I was convinced that the ocean would give us super powers?”
I can’t help but picture it again: moonlight, waves, everything silver and black. Trent calmly telling me not to try breathing underwater, and then when we finally went back to shore, the criss-crossed scars on his huge, muscled back. It was before I knew. I remember thinking they weren’t real, but they are.
“I was thinking of the time we were in St. Louis and one of the girls from Candyboots dared you to go in the Mississippi River, so you tore off all your clothes and went in right then and there just to prove you’d do it.”
Fuck, I’d totally forgotten about that. It was not a good decision. That part of the Mississippi isn’t for swimming.
“You still have to close your eyes,” I say.
Trent dutifully closes his eyes, still smirking. My heart’s going about two hundred beats a minute and there’s a tiny voice in the back of my head saying so Trent wants to see you topless, isn’t that interesting. I ignore it.
I pull my shirt over my head, leaving my arms in the sleeves so my back is exposed but my boobs are covered. I’m still pretty fucking naked, though, and it makes the squirming in my stomach start all over again.
“Okay,” I say, my face hot and my eyes closed, arms clamped tightly over my boobs.
He doesn’t say anything, but he steps in close behind me, his fingers on my side. You wouldn’t think a guy who looks like Trent or who’s got Trent’s life story would be as gentle as he is, but I barely feel it as he releases the Ace bandage from around my back.
I love writing sexy, alpha men and the headstrong women they fall for. My weaknesses include: beards, whiskey, nice abs with treasure trails, sarcasm, cats, prowess in the kitchen, prowess in the bedroom, forearm tattoos, and gummi bears. I live in California with my very own sexy, bearded, whiskey-loving husband and two hell-raising cats.