Title: Midnight Heat (Black Phoenix #2)
Author: Sarah Grimm
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: December 2, 2014
~ Synopsis ~
She was the only woman ever to rock his world. But this time he'll have to prove he's offering more than just Midnight Heat. The unconscious man wheeled into Dr. Rebecca Dahlman’s ER is sexy—devilishly sexy—and injured. This isn’t just any patient in need of medical help. He is the only man she’s ever loved—the one who still haunts her dreams. Black Phoenix bassist Dominic Price made a mistake three years ago when he walked out on Rebecca. A mistake he plans to rectify. But first he has to convince her to open her heart to him again. One touch of his calloused hands reignites their passion. Can they rekindle their trust as easily, or will her fears cause her to lose him again…this time to a man bent on revenge?Add to Goodreads
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Music drove them to the edge of reason. Only LOVE can bring them back.
Music.
It’s always been an important part of my life. Probably more important than
most who know me even realize. Take away my books, and I could go on. After
all, I’d still have the characters in my head to keep me company. Take away my
music…I cringe just thinking about it. I can’t imagine life without music.
There
was never a time that music and writing weren’t a very large part of my life.
Growing up, our house was constantly filled with music. From Broadway Musicals
to Rock n’ Roll, Country to Classical, there was always music playing. On the
rare occasion the stereo was silent, my sister was usually singing or one of us
was practicing an instrument. That’s just how life was in my house, and I
wouldn’t have it any other way.
As
an adult, I still surround myself with music. Even now as I type, Shinedown is
blaring through the house speakers. The only problem? I keep singing along when
I should be typing, which is exactly why the only time there isn’t music
blaring through my house is when I’m writing. When I write, I need complete
silence. That’s not to say that music doesn’t inspire my writing, because it
does. In a big, big way.
I
began building stories around song lyrics as far back as the fourth grade. A
particular lyric or phrase would speak to me, and the next thing I knew I had
built an entire scene around that phrase. The song would get stuck in my head
and the next day I would have a few chapters scribbled in my notebook based on
the theme. In the fourth grade, I wondered if I was the only one who did this.
As an adult, I know I’m not.
It
was through my love of music that the Black Phoenix series came to be. As
teenagers I think a lot of us dream about being the one to bring a rock star to
his knees. However as an adult, I realize that twenty-something rock and
rollers probably aren’t happily-ever-after material. Which is why my band is older.
They’ve made the mistakes young men in the industry make. They’ve done the
groupies and the booze, and have matured enough to realize that’s not for them
anymore. They’re ready for their HEA. Too bad their heroines don’t always see
it that way.
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Dominic’s level of pain could be
gauged by the way he held himself, and his careful indrawn breaths. The doctor
in her wanted to reach out and comfort. The woman in her wanted to reach out
for a completely different reason. She’d never had such an irresistible urge to
touch anyone the way she wanted to touch him. It had been there right from the
beginning, their first meeting, and was still just as strong now.
She fisted her hands to keep from
acting on the impulse.
“Can I come in?”
Definitely not. Even injured and
surly, he still emanated so damn much testosterone he made her teeth sweat. Her
heart did a little flutter whether she wanted it to or not. “That’s not a good
idea.”
“Have dinner with me.” There was the
arrogance that had been missing a few moments before. His tone wasn’t
commanding, but left no doubt in her mind that for him there was only one
answer.
Too bad she couldn’t give it. “I
already ate.”
“Tomorrow?”
“No.”
His brow furrowed. “Why the bleedin’
hell not? Are you involved with someone?”
“I’m not seeing anyone, no.”
At her admission, he stepped closer,
invading her space. Heat emanated off him, and although he did not touch her,
she felt surrounded by him. “Take a drive with me?”
The low, soft timbre of his voice
thrilled her, washed over her skin like a caress, and she fought a tremor. The
heat of his body warmed her through her clothes. Wanting to step closer, to
press against him and inhale his all too familiar scent, Rebecca stepped away.
Physically distancing herself from him. She only wished emotional distance was
as easily achieved. “Drive where?”
“Does it matter?”
Not really, since there was no way
on earth she was getting in a car with him tonight. Not when just the sight of
him had her hormones standing at attention, one whiff of him, her body
thrumming. Not after spending the entire day thinking about him.
Remembering.
Aching.
Did he still hurt over the loss of
what could have been? Did he still dream of her, of them? Had he ever?
Dominic blew out a breath and shook
his head, his frustration clear. “It’s just a damn drive, Becca.”
It was so much more. Acceptance
would be the first crack in the barrier she’d built around her heart after he’d
walked out. With only the smallest encouragement, he would stop by on a regular
basis, invite her to spend time with him. Which would, even if she kept her
wits about her and turned him down, lead to more heartache. Just seeing him
again made her yearn. Spending time with him was not an option.
She didn’t know why he was back in
California. The why didn’t matter. What mattered was that he would be gone
again soon. Dominic Price wasn’t the type to hang around. And she wasn’t stupid
enough to believe she could change him.
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