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Enter Brad Osterhauser, the reluctant rock star who would rather be coding computer games than penning Grammy-nominated songs.
Traveling by bus, city to city with a group of practical joking bandmates and a greedy manager, Marin and Brad forge a friendship and forbidden romance over a shared love of Seinfeld episodes, stolen moments and Red Vines.
But when Marin’s accused of betraying her company and the band, will Brad come to her defense or believe she was disloyal to him for the sake of her career?
Told in alternating perspectives of Marin and Brad, Starfish is a contemporary romance of unexpected love, the redemptive power of music and hogging the bed.
Read an Excerpt from Starfish
“C’mon, let’s go for a hike.” I reach a hand out to her where she’s sitting in a low riding camp chair and pull her up. We start walking and I take in a deep breath of air. Everything is so still and quiet. The only sound is our breath and our feet crunching on the ground beneath us as we climb and trek farther.
“This is so beautiful. Thank you for bringing me here.”
“Thanks for coming with me.” I look back at her, an ache building in my chest. We get to a clearing and look out over the Topatopa Mountains. She’s standing at the edge of the trees and I can see the sincere awe in her eyes. I’m not surprised. Nature is pretty damn impressive, and this is one of my favorite places on the planet.
I move in so I’m standing pressed up against her back. She turns her body to look at me and I can’t hold back any longer. I cup her jaw in my hand and rub my finger over her cheek. Her body stiffens.
“I really want to kiss you, Marin. But I won’t do anything to make you uncomfortable.”
“I know. And it’s one of the things I admire about you,” She cups my jaw and rubs my bottom lip.
“Do you want this? I need to hear the words from you.”
“Yes,” she whispers. I pull her into me and place a soft kiss on her lips. She runs her hand into my hair, which spurs me on. I dip my tongue into her mouth and her tongue matches mine swirl for swirl, movement for movement.
It’s slow and steady but full of heat. I’m about to take the kiss deeper when she pulls away, eyes trained on mine.
“This is a bad idea,” she pants.
“Probably,” I agree, my breathing ragged, “but I want you, Marin. I don’t want there to be any doubt. I want to be buried in you. Deep and hard until we’re both sweaty and breathless.”
“Now there’s another tent popping up beside the one we’ll be sleeping in,” she jokes, looking down at my shorts. I’m guessing it’s an effort to diffuse all the sexual tension dripping between us.
I swallow hard, my erection growing more and more painful. I dip my head back down to her. She wraps her hands around my neck and tugs me toward her, pushing her face, her mouth, her lips, her tongue closer to me. I wrap my arms around her more tightly. I know I’m being greedy, but I can’t help it. I know she can feel all eight inches of me pressed against her thigh. Without warning, she’s pulls away.
“We should get a picture of you by these rocks,” she says with a shaky breath.
“What?” I respond in complete confusion.
“A picture of you,” she repeats. A picture with my obvious hard-on.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I ask, adjusting myself in my shorts. She walks over to a grouping of rocks and pats them with her hand.
“Yes, this is a good spot.”
“What are you doing Marin?” I walk to her and put my hand on her shoulder.
“My job,” she says emphatically. “We’ll need a picture of you for Instagram on your day off.” She moves away from me and makes room for me to sit on the rocks, so she can snap some photos. And I know she’s not a hundred percent ready to take a chance on us. Yet.
About the Author:
Lisa Becker is an award-winning romance writer who spends her time like she spends her money - on books and margaritas. As Lisa’s grandmother used to say, “For every chair, there’s a tush.” Lisa is now happily married to a wonderful man she met online and lives in Manhattan Beach, California with him and their two daughters. So, if it happened for her, there’s hope for anyone! You can share your love stories with her at www.lisawbecker.com.
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