He rocks every woman’s world, but his heart beats only for her.
, Book 3
Makeup artist Eve Andrews is an expert at blending into the background. Landing a job with the rock band Speed is the opportunity of a lifetime, and thankfully as close to the spotlight as she’ll ever get again—until the band’s sinfully sexy drummer turns his dazzling eyes on her.
After a scandal shook his world, Zachary Pace, a.k.a. “Jonah Speed”, has given up the one-night stands and easy lays. One look at Eve, and he senses his self-imposed abstinence is about to come to a screeching halt—but he’s confused. His grandmother foretold his destiny lies with a beautiful redhead, not a tiny, brown-haired pixie.
Under the heat of Zachary’s intense focus, Eve’s resistance melts away, but not the façade that hides her terrible secret. And when she accidentally catches a glimpse of his heart’s desire—his fated redhead—her instincts tell her to let him go…before he gets too close. Before he sees the real woman behind her mask, and her heart is left in the dust of his almost-certain retreat.
Product WarningsThis is a Speed book, so you know there’s gonna be a small element of fantasy to it. And a big element of romance. Oh, yeah, and whole lot of sex. Sex hot enough to make you throb to the rhythm of a very sensual beat…
Copyright © 2013 Jess Dee
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
His gaze snagged on a particularly adorable smile. One made by cherry-red lips stretched wide across a lovely face.
Lust hit him square in the chest.
His adrenaline rush hit an all-time high.
Okay, so maybe his gaze hadn’t been snagged by the smile. Maybe he’d subconsciously sought it out, just like he’d found himself doing since arriving in Sydney a week ago and meeting the Aussie crew.
Zachary didn’t know her name—yet. He’d made a conscious effort not to think about her, because thinking about her did those self-imposed restrictions no good whatsoever. What he did know was that each time he saw her he couldn’t look away. The sight of the tiny brunette packed a punch louder than the boom of a drum and more potent than the energy of the twenty thousand fans packed into the Rod Laver Arena.
If Zachary could have sat back down on his throne and hauled her with him, he would have. In a heartbeat. Would have stripped every last stitch of clothing from her lithe body, pulled her onto his lap and let her take them for the ride of their lives.
But that would hardly fit in with the revamped, sexually restrained Jonah Speed, now would it?
Something must have alerted her to his focused attention, because her gaze shifted, leaving Nathan and Sophie and landing firmly on him. Her lovely features reflected surprise, and after a couple of seconds, Zachary swore he saw a flicker of interest as well.
Satisfaction pooled deep in his stomach.
It had been a long while since he’d felt this level of attraction to anyone. A long time since he’d wanted a woman to consciously want him like he wanted her.
He’d grown altogether too used to the availability of a soft body whenever he desired one—or two. Groupies willing to offer whatever Zachary wanted. Sex with them had long since ceased to provide the satisfaction or the high it once had. Sex with them had long since stopped. Period. While he searched for something more meaningful, all they craved was a fix of the superstar, not the real man.
Zachary acted on impulse. “I’ll be right back.”
Luke answered, but Zachary didn’t register his words. He was too intent on his target.
Her cheeks pinked as he approached, and her chest rose and fell rapidly, but she watched every step, and her eyes filled with questions as he neared. Her scent filtered through his nose like a morning breeze, fresh and floral and arousing as hell.
She raised an eyebrow, highlighting blue eyes that resembled a spring sky—cloudless, with the promise of the heat to come.
Her gaze held him rapt. Zachary couldn’t look away, didn’t want to look anywhere but at her.
The intensity of his stare must have made her uncomfortable, because after a moment she flinched uneasily. “Can I help you?”
Oh, yeah. She could help him…so long as she got them both naked in the next three seconds.
Restraint, Pace. Remember?
“Uh, are you okay?” she asked curiously.
Too busy devouring her stunning features with his gaze, Zachary didn’t answer.
She flinched again. “You’re looking at me as though…” The words stumbled and died. “Oh, shit.” Her mouth formed a perfect “O” and her eyes widened dramatically. “I have something on my face, don’t I?” She brushed at her cheeks. “Crumbs? Lipstick? Mascara on my chin?”
Bemused, Zachary shook his head. Her face was perfect. So was her Australian accent.
She frowned, then quickly clamped her mouth shut before opening it again, only this time her lips covered her teeth. “Somesing in my teef? A pieth of food?”
Again Zachary shook his head, incredulous that she could pull such a ridiculous face yet still look so pretty.
She breathed an audible sigh of relief.
“Okay. Then…what? Do you need makeup, maybe?” But she was already shaking her head as her gaze roved over his features. One look was enough to tell her makeup was not his thing.
“Ah, he talks.”
“Look, mate. You realize you’re freaking me out a bit here, just staring at me… Oh, Lord, are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Not a ghost, no.” Although Zachary was struck by a strange sense of déjà vu. Something about her seemed so…familiar.
“Then what?” She held her hands up in question. “Are you going to explain why you’re looking at me like that?”
“You reminded me of my grandmother, for a minute there.” An image of Edna, his grandmother, flittered through his mind.
She frowned. “I’m twenty-five and I remind you of your grandmother? That cannot be a good thing.”
The chuckle he emitted was belly deep. “You reminded me about something she taught me,” he amended.
“Your nan taught you to stare at women until they squirm awkwardly on the spot?”
“No. She taught me to always appreciate the beauty in the world around me. And right now, I’m pretty damn sure I’m looking at the most beautiful part of Australia.”
Her jaw dropped. “P-pardon?”
Her accent made the word sound like puh-din.
“I’m looking at you, thinking you are, without a doubt, the most stunning part of Australia.” He hesitated just a second, then caught her delicate arm in his hand, aware of how large his fingers looked as they wrapped around her wrist.
He pressed the two roses into her palm. “For you. Beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman. Consider it my way of expressing my appreciation.”