Excerpt: Crash and Burn by Amanda Adams
Date of Publication: April 6, 2017
In Crash and Burn, my hero is trying to keep a very special promise to his mother and needs to learn to play guitar. His new teacher is a sweet, sexy woman he was instantly attracted to. But she’s been keeping something from him, a secret identity, another side of herself—and in this scene, Chance Walker is at the bar with his brothers watching the sexiest singer he’s ever seen walk on stage…and he realizes the truth—he knows her. And he wants her…
The crowd cheered as Eva struck her first chord on the bass and Chance raised his hand to his mouth to whistle as the rest of the band joined in. A few beats later, her voice filled the room and he couldn’t keep his eyes off her.
Damn. The woman was sex on a stick. She had a bass guitar slung over her shoulder and she handled it like she knew what she was doing. Her short black skirt flirted with danger, her legs were long and tight and displayed to perfection by a pair of knee-high black boots. Her top was tight red lace that hugged every valley and curve, but left her shoulders bare. Her breasts were just big enough to swell above the top of the lace and tempt him. Long blonde hair fell in waves around her shoulders and down her back. She’d put part of it up so that the golden waves framed her high cheekbones and delicate bone structure. Her lips were cherry red and they gleamed beneath the red and blue spotlights that shined down on the band. He couldn’t quite make out her eyes from across the bar, but from here they looked intensely focused. Fearless.
Holy shit. He knew that face. His dick stirred in his pants and he cleared his throat. Another job and a lot of late nights, huh?
“Damn.” Derek leaned forward.
“Not my type.” Mitchell leaned back against the bar and popped a pretzel into his mouth. His brother never freaking stopped eating. How he kept his body in such great shape would be one of those eternal mysteries.
Derek hit Mitchell in the side with a friendly elbow. “You only like them in scrubs, or what?”
“Naw. She’s hot.” Mitchell had to shout over the loud thumping music and Chance leaned over to make sure he caught what Mitchell was saying. “But she’s trouble. Capital T. That’s not the kind of girl you want to tangle with. Way too much going on. Just look at her.”
Chance was looking all right. And unlike his brother, he wouldn’t mind tangling, either. The last few years all of his girlfriends had been just like him, driven workaholics too busy chasing their futures to live in the moment. Everything in his life felt like it centered around the need to worry about tomorrow. Or next month. Or five fucking years from now.
Work. Get ahead. Keep running. Keep working. The noose around his neck felt like it tightened a bit every day, and he found himself staring at his computer monitor, wondering if this was it? The big fade. Get married, have kids and spend the next thirty years paying for a minivan he hated and a house he couldn’t afford? Was this all there was left in his life? Keep running on the hamster wheel? Be logical? Responsible? Reasonable?
He watched Erin sing on that stage and admired her spunk. She was completely transformed from the mild music teacher into a sexy siren, from the wild makeup to the four-inch heels on her boots. She was living her dream, fighting for it. Stubborn. Restless. Passionate.
But he knew she had another side, a soft, kind, intelligent, girl-next-door side to her personality. And right now, his brain was having trouble sorting the two. His dick, however, had no trouble at all. The longer he looked, the harder he got.
Jake slid back onto his barstool, took one look at Chance’s face, and ordered a round of shots as the song came to an end.
Chance grinned at his little brother. ”Good idea.” Eva James was the same woman he’d spent an hour with yesterday, the same girl he’d lusted over as she’d taught him how to play his new guitar. And the fact that she had this alter ego fascinated him.
Which personality would she bring to bed? His mind wondered, but his dick didn’t care which version of her showed up in the bedroom, as long as she let him strip her naked and bury himself balls deep. No logic there, just lust.
An hour into their set Eva, the seductress on stage, announced that the band was going to take a ten-minute break. They piped in canned music from the internet and set down their gear.
Chance watched every move she made. He knew he should wait, that this probably wasn’t the best time to approach her. Yes. He knew it. Didn’t fucking care.
Crash and Burn: The Walker Brothers Book 1 by Amanda Adams
A childhood promise has Chance Walker picking up a guitar once again. He hires sexy Erin Michaelson to bring music back into his life. She’s one of the most intriguing women he’s ever met.
When he sees her again, she’s on stage using another name and seducing an entire audience. A single, sizzling backstage kiss will change both of their lives forever. Chance soon realizes that Erin is not just an itch, she’s an obsession that he refuses to live without. †
About Amanda Adams
Amanda Adams fell in love with books at a very early age. Her earliest memories are of sitting on her mother’s lap reading Cinderella and Snow White and Rose Red over, and over, and over again until she had them memorized ñ- she was too young to know the alphabet.
Amanda started writing stories in big, sloppy handwriting in a wide-rule notebook when she was bored, during class (of course) in the fifth grade. Her favorite stories always include excitement, adventure and a handsome hero guaranteed to sweep her off her feet.
Amanda lives in beautiful Colorado with her husband (her high-school sweetheart who proved the reality of “love at first sight”) and three teenagers whom she reminds, repeatedlyÖ “If it’s not in my phone, it’s not happening,” because her mind is oh-so-often far away living a fairy tale. (That’s code for ñ if an alarm doesn’t go off, she forgets to pick up her kids from schoolÖ)