Newsletter Subscribers – Sneak Peek into BLUE MOON

Copyright January 2016 – Lisa Kessler3724413_s

Vivianna’s

Point of View

Logan leaned over me to set the glass of water down. I’d forgotten how great he smelled. Gnawing at my lower lip, I struggled to stay indifferent. I was a professional, not one of his obsessed fans. Over the years, I’d envisioned what I would say to him if I ever got the chance.

Asking about his next album wasn’t even remotely on that list.

“I’m still writing the last few songs, but we’re hoping to have it all finished by the beginning of the year.”

I took a sip of the water. “Fans of your music claim you’re a gifted lyricist, pulling out the pain and pouring it into a melody. What inspires your songwriting?”

He shrugged. “My emotions, mostly, I guess.”

“If that’s true, you’ve been angry for a long time.”

“So you’ve listened to my music?” He raised a brow.

“No.” My heart skipped a beat. And he leaned forward just a little, that sexy almost smile curving on his lips like he was the Big Bad Wolf and I was wearing a red hood.

I had a more than a few of his songs on my iPod, but there was no way I’d admit it.

Clearing my throat I added, “I’ve done my research, that’s all.”

He leaned back in his chair humming a familiar melody. “You helped me write a song once. Remember that one…Ms. Lopez.”

I frowned and paused the recorder. The bastard was enjoying this. “I’d like to get this interview over as soon as possible.” I brushed my hair back over my shoulder, unable to miss the way his eyes tracked my every move. I straightened in my chair. Let him look. I wanted him to remember what he lost. “I didn’t come here for a walk down memory lane.”

“Sorry.” His jaw clenched as he stared outside. “I never should have agreed to this. I’ll never be able to let you go again.”

“Excuse me?” I shook my head.

He got up, pacing near the window. “I thought I could answer your questions and you could walk back out of my life.”

Pressure built up behind my eyes, an ache pulsing through my head. “News flash. I’m not in your life. I haven’t been since you walked out of mine.” Damn him for being even sexier than I remembered, and for making my heart race with a look, and for making me wish for the one thing that could bring me to my knees again.

No way. Never again. “I’ve moved on.”

Logan turned, his head tilted slightly. “Have you?”

He crossed the room and had me in his arms. His lips caught mine, and my body responded like I’d just found water in the desert. I clutched the back of his hair, and he held me so tight against him I could barely breathe. Our tongues wrestled urgently, hungry, angry, hurt, and desperate. He slid one hand down my back, pressing my hips to his. His rock hard erection had my leg wrapping around his, every part of me aching to be even closer.

Closer to the one man who destroyed me without ever looking back.

I shoved him, stumbling away from the sanctuary of his arms. Reality settled back onto my shoulders like a boulder. What in the hell was I doing?

Slamming my laptop shut, I swiped the recorder into my bag. I needed to escape before I went to pieces in front of him.

“Anna, wait.”

He reached for me and I slapped him so hard the sound made me freeze. I opened my mouth to apologize, but no words came out.

His hair was mussed, his shirt disheveled, and that sexy smile was replaced by…hunger and something else…regret? “I deserve that.”

“I…You…” I jammed the computer in my bag and took a breath before facing him again. “Don’t ever touch me again.”

A deep sound rumbled in his chest, like he was…growling?

“I had no right to kiss you, I know that, but I’m sick of hurting you, and hearing you say you moved on. I panicked.”

Crossing my arms, I let out a frustrated groan. “Do you often make out with women when you get upset?”

His gaze held mine, his expression stoic. “Never.”

“So why me?” My head pounded in time with my heart.

“Can we sit?”

I shook my head. “Not a good idea.”

He sighed. “I swear I won’t touch you without your consent.”

“You’ll never have it.”

He put his hands up in surrender. “All I’m asking for is your time.”

I kept my things in my hands, ready for a quick getaway, but I followed him to the sofa and sat on the opposite end from him. My entire body was hot, and achy. Turned on. Bastard.

 

 

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