Don't forget to stop by NCP this week and miss chance to get my books while they are on special. Enjoy my worlds of paranormal, fantasy, sci-fi and love. My newly released, much anticipated book Talkers is listed under Bestsellers and I couldn't be more thrilled.
As always, wishing you happy reading!
Monday, March 26, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
Author Spotlight!
Just in time to appreciate my newest release,Talkers, Monday. March 26th NCP has me up for an Author Spotlight. Don't miss it and your chance to grab my books, while they are up for special % off savings at-
New Concept Publishing
Have a great weekend and happy reading!
New Concept Publishing
Have a great weekend and happy reading!
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
New Hot Links!
I've added some really great links to my site. My publisher NCP is first. I also added some of the links to a few fellow authors like Shkye Moncrief and two links for Erin Dameron-Hill. I'll be adding more links soon, so keep your eyes alert for some great must see sites.
Have a great day and happy reading!
Have a great day and happy reading!
Monday, March 19, 2012
More woes for Petrus...
Over the last week or so I've been stuck on a scene. Petrus is such a problem child I have to rethink everything about him. I want him to behave in a certain way, but he always fights me. The last scene I wrote just doesn't feel right. My mission is to change Petrus into a character we can love... too bad he is such an arschloch.
Now I'm debating either dropping the scene all together or rewriting it to kingdome come. For Petrus' sake, he had better hope I'm in a better mood with him today. :)
Now I'm debating either dropping the scene all together or rewriting it to kingdome come. For Petrus' sake, he had better hope I'm in a better mood with him today. :)
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Talkers released!
Friday my much awaited book Talkers was released. Don't be the last to get your copy of it.
Buy Talkers Now!
Buy Talkers Now!
Friday, March 9, 2012
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Author Chat and Contest
Don't forget tonight is the night. My author chat and contest is tonight at- NCP Network
You don't want to miss out on this exciting chat with me and a number of other NCP author's. And don't forget to pick your favorite type of hero for your chance to win a copy of one of my books.
Hope to see you there and happy reading,
Debra
You don't want to miss out on this exciting chat with me and a number of other NCP author's. And don't forget to pick your favorite type of hero for your chance to win a copy of one of my books.
Hope to see you there and happy reading,
Debra
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Character Interview for Talkers
In preperation for the upcoming release of Talkers I did a very interesting character interwiew. It has been uploaded to the new Paranormal/Sci-fi Romance website at- Paranormal/Sci-fi Romance, Deep, Dark & Delicious
You aren't going to want to miss this!
You aren't going to want to miss this!
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Talkers cover
The book cover for Talkers, which is supposed to be finished tomorrow is finally done and I couldn't wait to share it with everyone. Here it is, enjoy!
Talkers Free Read
Also for those that missed it. Talkers was also set up as a teaser Free Read back in June. For those who can't wait for the full novel to be released or if you want to see another excerpt for Talkers, here is the free read. It can also be found at- Talkers Free Read!
TALKERS FREE READ-
TALKERS
By
Debra A. Soles
© copyright by Debra A. Soles, June 2011
Cover Art by Jenny Dixon, June 2011
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
www.newconceptspublishing.com
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
All of the band members, except for Ritter, were dressed in almost normal clothes, jeans and t-shirts. Three of the members just wore extra accessories. Petrus with his slightly pale skin and almost waist length black tiny dreads added silver threads shining in them to catch the stage lights and make him sparkle. He added a black and blue bandana around his throat and left his natural good looks to do the rest of the job for him.
Wagner wore large leather and metal studded bracelets and a matching belt, leaving it at that. His shaggy light brown rocker hairdo and honey colored skin did plenty for his image. While, Fritz wore jean shorts instead of pants, with a baseball cap and a range of multicolored jelly bracelets. The short spiky blond hair contrasted with his brown skin and his husky frame made him stand out from the rest of his thinner band members.
Ritter on the other hand was their singer and leader of the band, so he had to stand out even more than his friends. He wore tight, red leather pants and a skin tight silk shirt that was black, but sparkled like it was covered in glitter. His mid-back length black hair with the occasional added blond strand, fell around his pale face, which was now bright and sparkly from his stage makeup.
With his back to her, Ritter knelt down in a crouch, popping up and down a few times apparently to test the limits of his pants. It was better to check them now and waylay any wardrobe accidents that may come up on stage. Every time Ritter knelt down, Shayle's eyes followed the motion as the butter soft leather stretched across his tiny perfect bottom, inviting her to look and her mouth to water.
Biting her knuckles, Shayle groaned, trying to ignore the tingling sensation starting in the pit of her stomach. When Ritter spun around in mid crouch, it was obvious he caught her staring. Grinning, he straightened up, sauntered over to her and did a slow dance around her. He trailed his fingers over one of her shoulders, across her back to her other shoulder, then spun himself so he was standing in front of her.
With a wink, he traced a finger over the back of her left hand. "This is your first time seeing us in concert, so you'll have to tell me vhat you think later tonight." His slight alien accent adding to the tingles and weakened her knees.
Not knowing what to say, Shayle just nodded. She didn't know if it was pre-show nerves or what, but Ritter was openly flirting with her. As much as she tried to seem unaffected, she couldn't lie to herself.
The sexy grin and having his hands on her, even the smallest touch, tempted her. It made her think of things that were completely inappropriate with this kid who was her boss. He made her think of things like sighs and heat in the dark.
The stage manager called out the ten minute warning, helping Shayle to pull herself out of a very dirty day dream. Coughing to cover her embarrassment after she realized she had been staring at Ritter with her mouth hanging open. Picking up their guitars, Wagner and Petrus stepped around her snickering. With a shrug, Fritz followed them, having missed what had happened and apparently could care less.
They were the last two left in the room, so Ritter touched her hip and slowly turned Shayle toward the door. "Valk vith me."
Turning her so they were hip to hip, he let his arm slid around her waist and dropped his hand on her opposite hip. Dodging running staff members, doing last minute prep, they squeezed together through the tiny hallway. Their bodies sliding against each other, sent shocks of awareness through her, forcing her to take deep breaths to calm herself.
Just off the stage, she was thankful to leave him with the roadies and the rest of his band. From there she walked back out to the main part of the arena, catching the eye of each of her security staff to make sure everything was safe for them to proceed.
Unclipping a walkie-talkie from her belt, she held it to her mouth and tapped down the side button. "All clear to start."
Releasing the button, she held the walkie to her ear , listening to static for a second, before she got the reply from the stage manager. "Alright, one minute to start."
The main house lights went off and the fan's happy chatter went into loud cheers. Shayle hit a small button on her security pass, held on a string around her neck, making it light up in the darkness. The lighted pass would make it easier for anyone who needed help to spot security.
The lights on the stage came on sending red, yellow and blue shadows shining over the back of the stage curtain. Inch by inch, the curtain lifted to show the stage with Ritter standing out in front with his back to the crowd. Fritz lifted his drum sticks in the air, he whacked them together to start the beat count off.
"Ein… Zwei…Drei…"
Petrus slid a hand up the neck of his guitar, then zoomed it right back down again in a loud explosion of sound, then repeated the process two more times. The lights flickered back and forth over the stage, creating a parade of confetti shimmers as Wagner came in with a deep thump, thumping riff with his base guitar.
As Fritz went to work on his drums, the three sounds combined into a head rocking, satisfying sound. Ritter did his usual concert start, swishing his hips from side to side. Then, as the first burst of pyrotechnics went off on either side of him, Ritter leaped forward toward the middle of the stage.
He spun to face the crowd, yelling out the first words to a new song, Shayle had never heard before. Their old popish sound had bled into a wild hard rocking one. Their young bubble gum image was suddenly replaced with that of adult musicians.
Shayle watched the faces of the crowd as the lights flew back and forth to see how the crowd was taking the change of their beloved band. For almost a full minute the crowd was speechless. Then, as if someone had hit the mute button to restore sound, there were yells, screams and even crying girls hugging each other.
Turning back to watch Ritter, Shayle had to admit she felt like drooling right along with the little fan girls. Ritter was like a master magician. He used the sounds, the lights and color, even his clothes and movements to pull you in. Not only could he sing, but his dancing was sexy as hell, sexy enough to bring a saint to her knees.
Clearing her throat, Shayle turned her head to watch the crowd and made her eyes stay there. Once or twice she caught herself sneaking peeks at Ritter, then instantly jerked her attention away. Doing her job instead of melting into a puddle of lust was harder than she could have ever imagined.
Honestly, it kind of made her feel like crap and quite a bit ashamed to even see Ritter as a man. Lusting after him made her feel even worse. She comforted herself with the knowledge that attracting women was part of Ritter's job and he was especially good at it. That was one reason the band was so popular. It was also one of the reasons they had stalkers and they had given her this security job in the first place.
The End
TALKERS FREE READ-
TALKERS
By
Debra A. Soles
© copyright by Debra A. Soles, June 2011
Cover Art by Jenny Dixon, June 2011
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
www.newconceptspublishing.com
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
All of the band members, except for Ritter, were dressed in almost normal clothes, jeans and t-shirts. Three of the members just wore extra accessories. Petrus with his slightly pale skin and almost waist length black tiny dreads added silver threads shining in them to catch the stage lights and make him sparkle. He added a black and blue bandana around his throat and left his natural good looks to do the rest of the job for him.
Wagner wore large leather and metal studded bracelets and a matching belt, leaving it at that. His shaggy light brown rocker hairdo and honey colored skin did plenty for his image. While, Fritz wore jean shorts instead of pants, with a baseball cap and a range of multicolored jelly bracelets. The short spiky blond hair contrasted with his brown skin and his husky frame made him stand out from the rest of his thinner band members.
Ritter on the other hand was their singer and leader of the band, so he had to stand out even more than his friends. He wore tight, red leather pants and a skin tight silk shirt that was black, but sparkled like it was covered in glitter. His mid-back length black hair with the occasional added blond strand, fell around his pale face, which was now bright and sparkly from his stage makeup.
With his back to her, Ritter knelt down in a crouch, popping up and down a few times apparently to test the limits of his pants. It was better to check them now and waylay any wardrobe accidents that may come up on stage. Every time Ritter knelt down, Shayle's eyes followed the motion as the butter soft leather stretched across his tiny perfect bottom, inviting her to look and her mouth to water.
Biting her knuckles, Shayle groaned, trying to ignore the tingling sensation starting in the pit of her stomach. When Ritter spun around in mid crouch, it was obvious he caught her staring. Grinning, he straightened up, sauntered over to her and did a slow dance around her. He trailed his fingers over one of her shoulders, across her back to her other shoulder, then spun himself so he was standing in front of her.
With a wink, he traced a finger over the back of her left hand. "This is your first time seeing us in concert, so you'll have to tell me vhat you think later tonight." His slight alien accent adding to the tingles and weakened her knees.
Not knowing what to say, Shayle just nodded. She didn't know if it was pre-show nerves or what, but Ritter was openly flirting with her. As much as she tried to seem unaffected, she couldn't lie to herself.
The sexy grin and having his hands on her, even the smallest touch, tempted her. It made her think of things that were completely inappropriate with this kid who was her boss. He made her think of things like sighs and heat in the dark.
The stage manager called out the ten minute warning, helping Shayle to pull herself out of a very dirty day dream. Coughing to cover her embarrassment after she realized she had been staring at Ritter with her mouth hanging open. Picking up their guitars, Wagner and Petrus stepped around her snickering. With a shrug, Fritz followed them, having missed what had happened and apparently could care less.
They were the last two left in the room, so Ritter touched her hip and slowly turned Shayle toward the door. "Valk vith me."
Turning her so they were hip to hip, he let his arm slid around her waist and dropped his hand on her opposite hip. Dodging running staff members, doing last minute prep, they squeezed together through the tiny hallway. Their bodies sliding against each other, sent shocks of awareness through her, forcing her to take deep breaths to calm herself.
Just off the stage, she was thankful to leave him with the roadies and the rest of his band. From there she walked back out to the main part of the arena, catching the eye of each of her security staff to make sure everything was safe for them to proceed.
Unclipping a walkie-talkie from her belt, she held it to her mouth and tapped down the side button. "All clear to start."
Releasing the button, she held the walkie to her ear , listening to static for a second, before she got the reply from the stage manager. "Alright, one minute to start."
The main house lights went off and the fan's happy chatter went into loud cheers. Shayle hit a small button on her security pass, held on a string around her neck, making it light up in the darkness. The lighted pass would make it easier for anyone who needed help to spot security.
The lights on the stage came on sending red, yellow and blue shadows shining over the back of the stage curtain. Inch by inch, the curtain lifted to show the stage with Ritter standing out in front with his back to the crowd. Fritz lifted his drum sticks in the air, he whacked them together to start the beat count off.
"Ein… Zwei…Drei…"
Petrus slid a hand up the neck of his guitar, then zoomed it right back down again in a loud explosion of sound, then repeated the process two more times. The lights flickered back and forth over the stage, creating a parade of confetti shimmers as Wagner came in with a deep thump, thumping riff with his base guitar.
As Fritz went to work on his drums, the three sounds combined into a head rocking, satisfying sound. Ritter did his usual concert start, swishing his hips from side to side. Then, as the first burst of pyrotechnics went off on either side of him, Ritter leaped forward toward the middle of the stage.
He spun to face the crowd, yelling out the first words to a new song, Shayle had never heard before. Their old popish sound had bled into a wild hard rocking one. Their young bubble gum image was suddenly replaced with that of adult musicians.
Shayle watched the faces of the crowd as the lights flew back and forth to see how the crowd was taking the change of their beloved band. For almost a full minute the crowd was speechless. Then, as if someone had hit the mute button to restore sound, there were yells, screams and even crying girls hugging each other.
Turning back to watch Ritter, Shayle had to admit she felt like drooling right along with the little fan girls. Ritter was like a master magician. He used the sounds, the lights and color, even his clothes and movements to pull you in. Not only could he sing, but his dancing was sexy as hell, sexy enough to bring a saint to her knees.
Clearing her throat, Shayle turned her head to watch the crowd and made her eyes stay there. Once or twice she caught herself sneaking peeks at Ritter, then instantly jerked her attention away. Doing her job instead of melting into a puddle of lust was harder than she could have ever imagined.
Honestly, it kind of made her feel like crap and quite a bit ashamed to even see Ritter as a man. Lusting after him made her feel even worse. She comforted herself with the knowledge that attracting women was part of Ritter's job and he was especially good at it. That was one reason the band was so popular. It was also one of the reasons they had stalkers and they had given her this security job in the first place.
The End
Talkers Excerpt #2
TALKERS-
Excerpt 2-
“Ritter…. Ritter.” Was their only warning, before Petrus let himself into the bedroom.
Ritter had just enough time to jerk the sheet over Shayle’s head where she was kissing each music note up his side. When he entered the room Petrus stopped dead in his tracks as his mouth fell open.
“What brouther?” Ritter peeped over the covers at him.
Clearing his throat, Petrus coughed into his hand. “The magazine interview is in five minutes. You’ll be late if you don’t hurry. Everyone else is already downstairs in the conference room.”
Poking her head out of the covers, Shayle sat up straight and nodded, while trying to keep everything important covered. “Go ahead, we will be right there.”
Petrus’ flushed face showed he was in the embarrassed shoes for once. Watching him squirm made Ritter grin in perverse satisfaction.
“Stall, ve vill be there in ten..” Ritter said.
Once Petrus excused himself, they hurried to dress and rush down to the conference room. Ritter spent the next hour distractedly answering questions and watching Shayle. Leaning against the wall behind the interviewers, she just stood and watched.
The room was only about ten feet by ten feet and empty except for two long grey couches facing each other. There wasn’t much for Shayle to watch other than the pale peach walls. Each bodyguard leaned against a different wall, each one looking more bored than the last.
Shifting his eyes back to Shayle, Ritter couldn’t help but grin. Standing there in her wrinkled t-shirt and old faded black jeans, her hair was wildly sticking out around her face. She had never looked more beautiful to him. With her well loved glow, she made him tremble. Finally, she had become fully his and it had been the best stolen few hours of his life.
At the next question, Ritter glanced back and realized one of the reporters was keenly watching him. Dropping the grin into his normal fake smile, he didn’t look back at Shayle again, to stop from giving them away before she was ready.
When her cell phone went off everyone turned to look as she flustered pulled it out of her front pocket, apologizing for the interruption. Stepping toward the door she walked into the small two by two entrance hall that led to the door and answered the call.
“Hello.” Ritter leaned further over, one butt check coming off the couch as he leaned as far as possible to hear better. “Gunter? What?” She let herself out into the hall and the distress was obvious in her voice.
Doing something completely uncharacteristic, Ritter stood up and followed with barely a, “Gentlemen, you’ll have to excuse me.”
Excerpt 2-
“Ritter…. Ritter.” Was their only warning, before Petrus let himself into the bedroom.
Ritter had just enough time to jerk the sheet over Shayle’s head where she was kissing each music note up his side. When he entered the room Petrus stopped dead in his tracks as his mouth fell open.
“What brouther?” Ritter peeped over the covers at him.
Clearing his throat, Petrus coughed into his hand. “The magazine interview is in five minutes. You’ll be late if you don’t hurry. Everyone else is already downstairs in the conference room.”
Poking her head out of the covers, Shayle sat up straight and nodded, while trying to keep everything important covered. “Go ahead, we will be right there.”
Petrus’ flushed face showed he was in the embarrassed shoes for once. Watching him squirm made Ritter grin in perverse satisfaction.
“Stall, ve vill be there in ten..” Ritter said.
Once Petrus excused himself, they hurried to dress and rush down to the conference room. Ritter spent the next hour distractedly answering questions and watching Shayle. Leaning against the wall behind the interviewers, she just stood and watched.
The room was only about ten feet by ten feet and empty except for two long grey couches facing each other. There wasn’t much for Shayle to watch other than the pale peach walls. Each bodyguard leaned against a different wall, each one looking more bored than the last.
Shifting his eyes back to Shayle, Ritter couldn’t help but grin. Standing there in her wrinkled t-shirt and old faded black jeans, her hair was wildly sticking out around her face. She had never looked more beautiful to him. With her well loved glow, she made him tremble. Finally, she had become fully his and it had been the best stolen few hours of his life.
At the next question, Ritter glanced back and realized one of the reporters was keenly watching him. Dropping the grin into his normal fake smile, he didn’t look back at Shayle again, to stop from giving them away before she was ready.
When her cell phone went off everyone turned to look as she flustered pulled it out of her front pocket, apologizing for the interruption. Stepping toward the door she walked into the small two by two entrance hall that led to the door and answered the call.
“Hello.” Ritter leaned further over, one butt check coming off the couch as he leaned as far as possible to hear better. “Gunter? What?” She let herself out into the hall and the distress was obvious in her voice.
Doing something completely uncharacteristic, Ritter stood up and followed with barely a, “Gentlemen, you’ll have to excuse me.”
Talkers Excerpt #1
TALKERS-
Excerpt 1-
Her thoughts, from the moment she had opened her eyes had been for him. Why would he tease me like that? Had he been joking around or did he seriously ask me to go to bed with him? Shaking her head, she tried to dislodge the steamy ideas the thought of them together had put in her head.
No matter what she had always been a girl with proper morals. First of all, there was no way she would be messing around with some guy, especially one she barely knew. Secondly, he was close to seven years younger than her, a green kid who had barely lived. No matter how sexy and tempting he was, the kid was off limits. Not to even mention he was her employer at the moment.
He didn’t seem to even notice she was next to him. Slouched against the door, he had his head leaned against the window. His eyes were closed and his arms were crossed loosely over his chest. Even with a baseball cap pulled down over his forehead and plain, no makeup or fancy clothes, he was distracting and it was making her nervous.
Drumming her fingertips against the steering wheel, she began to bob her head to imaginary music, then hummed to herself softly. Ritter startled her by dropping a hand across hers to stop her tapping.
“Do I make you nervous?”
She didn’t dare look at him, knowing the truth would be written across her face. “Of course not. I’m just impatient to get there, so we can keep to our schedule.”
“Right.” Ritter said sounding more than a little sarcastic and unconvinced, then yawned as he sat up in his seat.
Excerpt 1-
Her thoughts, from the moment she had opened her eyes had been for him. Why would he tease me like that? Had he been joking around or did he seriously ask me to go to bed with him? Shaking her head, she tried to dislodge the steamy ideas the thought of them together had put in her head.
No matter what she had always been a girl with proper morals. First of all, there was no way she would be messing around with some guy, especially one she barely knew. Secondly, he was close to seven years younger than her, a green kid who had barely lived. No matter how sexy and tempting he was, the kid was off limits. Not to even mention he was her employer at the moment.
He didn’t seem to even notice she was next to him. Slouched against the door, he had his head leaned against the window. His eyes were closed and his arms were crossed loosely over his chest. Even with a baseball cap pulled down over his forehead and plain, no makeup or fancy clothes, he was distracting and it was making her nervous.
Drumming her fingertips against the steering wheel, she began to bob her head to imaginary music, then hummed to herself softly. Ritter startled her by dropping a hand across hers to stop her tapping.
“Do I make you nervous?”
She didn’t dare look at him, knowing the truth would be written across her face. “Of course not. I’m just impatient to get there, so we can keep to our schedule.”
“Right.” Ritter said sounding more than a little sarcastic and unconvinced, then yawned as he sat up in his seat.
Haven Sent Saga Book 1- Talkers (info)
The series I am working on now, is called the Haven Sent Saga. Haven Sent is the name of a popular alien rock band and the series covers the story of each band members fight to find love. The first book Talkers is scheduled to be released tomorrow March 2nd. I'll post the cover as soon as it is finished Book 2, You Were Wrong! (subject to change), is the MS I am currently working on and is the story of what happens to the lead guitarist of Haven Sent, Petrus Ederhard. Keep watching for updates on how Petrus' story is coming along. On to Talkers-
Talkers-
Blurb:
When the safety of Ritter’s band is compromised by stalkers his uncle recommends Shayle to protect the band and catch the stalkers. Though famous, talented, gorgeous young men, they have a secret from their past that makes them who they are and fuels a nasty stalker problem. When Ritter decides Shayle is the love of his life, how will she ever resist him.
One-liner:
Doing her job instead of melting into a puddle of lust was harder than Shayle could have ever imagined.
Rating: Spicy- Adult language, violence and sexually detailed scenes. My first Epic length novel.
Hero Description-
Ritter- He was in his early twenties, very tall, over six feet and slim. His black hair was longer than she liked on a man, falling halfway down his chest, but not shabbily. It actually looked like he had spent a small fortune having a professional stylist cut it. There were even a number of strand clumps where three inches of the bottom had been dyed a white blond. The strange, vividly eye-catching clothes he wore were tight fitting. They showed off a lean muscled body that was obviously taken care of by hard work and a strict diet.
Her eyes traveled up to his face and he had to be the most beautiful man she had ever seen, with almost feminine features. His pointed nose was a bit thin, added to a tiny slightly pointed chin, high cheek bones, long cosmetically thinned eyebrows, one of which was pierced, which went surprising well with long dark eyelashes and a pair of dazzling bright green eyes.
Ritter is the lead singer of the rock band Haven Sent. Music is the very essences of what makes him who he is, and he never wanted to do anything else. He started the band Haven Sent, with his twin brother Petrus and two of their childhood friends before they had made it to their teens. They have become really famous, so famous in fact that they have bad stalker issues.
His secret is that he is desperate to find true love, but doubts he ever will. Between the issues from the past with his family and gold digging fan girls he started to lose faith. But after hiring Shayle he starts to think that just maybe he has a chance. When Ritter decides Shayle is the love of his life, she won’t be able to resist him for long.
Talkers on NCP
Talkers-
Blurb:
When the safety of Ritter’s band is compromised by stalkers his uncle recommends Shayle to protect the band and catch the stalkers. Though famous, talented, gorgeous young men, they have a secret from their past that makes them who they are and fuels a nasty stalker problem. When Ritter decides Shayle is the love of his life, how will she ever resist him.
One-liner:
Doing her job instead of melting into a puddle of lust was harder than Shayle could have ever imagined.
Rating: Spicy- Adult language, violence and sexually detailed scenes. My first Epic length novel.
Hero Description-
Ritter- He was in his early twenties, very tall, over six feet and slim. His black hair was longer than she liked on a man, falling halfway down his chest, but not shabbily. It actually looked like he had spent a small fortune having a professional stylist cut it. There were even a number of strand clumps where three inches of the bottom had been dyed a white blond. The strange, vividly eye-catching clothes he wore were tight fitting. They showed off a lean muscled body that was obviously taken care of by hard work and a strict diet.
Her eyes traveled up to his face and he had to be the most beautiful man she had ever seen, with almost feminine features. His pointed nose was a bit thin, added to a tiny slightly pointed chin, high cheek bones, long cosmetically thinned eyebrows, one of which was pierced, which went surprising well with long dark eyelashes and a pair of dazzling bright green eyes.
Ritter is the lead singer of the rock band Haven Sent. Music is the very essences of what makes him who he is, and he never wanted to do anything else. He started the band Haven Sent, with his twin brother Petrus and two of their childhood friends before they had made it to their teens. They have become really famous, so famous in fact that they have bad stalker issues.
His secret is that he is desperate to find true love, but doubts he ever will. Between the issues from the past with his family and gold digging fan girls he started to lose faith. But after hiring Shayle he starts to think that just maybe he has a chance. When Ritter decides Shayle is the love of his life, she won’t be able to resist him for long.
Talkers on NCP
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Happy Reading!
Debra