A Fallen Star…
A hot-mess of controversy and scandal, Dakota Breeze—tarnished pop star of fading fame and fortune—accepts a friend’s offer, taking refuge in a small Midwestern town in order to rehearse her comeback concert in secret. Starstruck is the perfect venue however rehearsals are marred by Dakota’s reluctance to resurrect her former bad-girl persona and complicated by an anonymous death threat.
A Haunted Bodyguard…
Enlisted by a mutual friend, Wyatt MacDermott—a seasoned protection specialist—agrees to act as Dakota’s temporary bodyguard. Forced to set aside a personal grudge in order to fulfill his duties, Mac’s stunned by his fierce and instant attraction to the reckless celebrity he’s long associated with his greatest regret.
Obsessed with conflicting needs and united passion, Dakota and Wyatt spin out of control, indulging in a whirlwind affair and tempting an avenger’s wrath.
As soon as Mac locked the door, Dakota turned and backed him against the wall. “You may not care about the order, but I do. You can ask me anything you want. After,” she said while working the buttons of his white shirt. “Knowing me could be a total turn off. Considering we’re hot and bothered now let’s do thisnow. I—”
“What happened to not talking this to death?” He reversed their position. Unknotted her shrug.
She opened his shirt. Pressed her lips to his impressive chest while pushing his jacket from his equally impressive shoulders.
He expedited the process, ridding himself of the jacket and shirt while kissing her stupid.
There would be no overthinking this. She could barely breathe, let alone conjure a coherent sentence. She felt the soft fabric of her dress skimming up her body, along with his hands. His mouth played over her cheek, her jaw, her neck, her ear—an endless kiss as he stripped away her clothes and senses.
He broke away long enough to admire her pink bra and thong.
Her skin sizzled as he devoured her form. Bare. Lush.
“Gorgeous,” was all he said, yet she read so much more in his eyes.
Your body, your curves—perfect. Size eight? Why would you want to be anything less?
Her heart pounded as he freed her hair of its twisted knot. Her stomach coiled as his fingers skimmed the waistline of her thong. His fingers dipped beneath the satin—a brush, a touch. Fleeting. Teasing.
Frantic with desire, Dakota attacked his belt and zipper. “The last two days have been nothing but foreplay. Let’s skip to the main event.”
Storytelling comes naturally to award-winning author Beth Ciotta. Dubbed "fun and sexy" by Publisher's Weekly, Beth specializes in contemporary, historical, steampunk, and paranormal romantic fiction.
Beth lives in NJ with her husband, two zany dogs, and a crazy cat. A retired professional performer, Beth now pours her artistic passion into her writing. To learn more about her colorful life, visit her website at www.bethciotta.com