Welcome to the book blitz for RESTLESS, a novella in the adult contemporary rockstar romance series, Less Than Zero, by Kaylene Winter, releasing January 15, 2021. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
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Series: Less Than Zero Series #0.5
Author: Kaylene Winter
Publisher: Rocker Romance
Release Date: January 15, 2021
Genre: Adult Contemporary Rockstar Romance
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My mistakes nearly cost me everything, including my life.
Carter Pope is a rock superstar on the rise. His band Limelight catapulted him into a world of fame and excess. Meeting his soulmate was not in his plan. Neither was having a son at age 19.
When he succumbs to a crippling addiction? It’s all gone in an instant. Now he’ll do anything to redeem himself and reclaim his family.
I got off the merry-go-round to protect my son.
Stunning prima ballerina Lianne Rocks is taking the ballet world by storm. Coveted, worshipped, she has her pick of suitors. But she only has eyes for one man. Guitar superhero, Carter Pope. Caught up in a merry-go-round of addiction and fame.
She leaves to create a stable life for herself and Zane. Her son, the musical prodigy who really needs his dad.
When Carter gets clean, Lianne reluctantly lets him back into their lives. Only so he can reconnect with his son. Little did she know. A restless soul can always be tamed by true love.
Carter Pope’s long, black curls flew behind him when he skidded across the stage on his knees, punctuating the end of a guitar solo that ripped the hearts out of the entire sold-out crowd at The Mission. His eyes were squeezed shut, like he’d just had the best orgasm of his life. Sweat shone on his ripped chest, arms and abs, all of which were covered with tattoos ranging from musical scrolls to script to vines. One arm held his guitar away from his body, the other arm remained dramatically raised high in the air, thick leather-studded bracelets enclosed both his wrists. Two crosses hung from chains around his neck, pointing to a happy trail which disappeared into his worn, tattered leather pants.
My mouth watered just looking at him.
My pussy flooded with desire when I saw the distinct bulge of his hard cock.
He’d been pursuing me for months, but I’d held him off. Not because I didn’t want him. Everyone wanted him. He was the sexiest, coolest musician on the club circuit right now. And charming as hell. The thing is? I deserved to be more than a notch on his bedpost. After all, I’d just been promoted from soloist to principal dancer at the Pacific Northwest Ballet.
A ballerina of my stature had options. I had my pick of lovers. Hot, young models. Wealthy older men. Tech geeks. I wanted the budding rock star, and I’d have him. When Carter and I eventually fucked—and we’d fuck, make no mistake—I wanted him to be hooked.
Together, we’d be Seattle royalty.
The rock star and the famous dancer.
I could see it so clearly.
When Limelight finished their set, I positioned myself on a stool in the grimy bar. No need for Carter to think I watched his entire show. The fact I was even here after I’d played coy about whether I was coming or not was enough. With every ounce of willpower I had, I fixed my gaze straight ahead, while I slowly sipped my vodka soda with lime.
“Aren’t you a vision.” Carter’s hoarse voice was close to my ear, the floral tattoos on his hands visible where they rested on each shoulder. “Have you been here long?”
I smiled, composed myself and leaned back into his embrace. “I caught the last song.”
“Liar,” he whispered, causing my entire body to shiver with anticipation and need.
Turning slightly, I tilted my head up to rub my nose on his scruffy chin. “Prove it.”
In an instant, my barstool was spun around and Carter stepped in between my knees. He clutched my hips, yanking me forward so his still-hard cock rested against my core. Letting me know it was for me. He leaned in close and brushed his lips along my ear and down my neck. “I’m so fucking obsessed with you, Lianne. Please put me out of my misery.”
Before I could reply, his lips found mine. His tongue pressed inside to begin a mating dance with mine, tentatively, then more aggressively. Carter’s hands moved to cup my butt, pulling me tighter to him so he could grind his cock against me as we kissed. I wound my arms around his neck, not caring that he was still sweaty from his performance. No, the opposite. He turned me on like I’d never been turned on before.
Lost in our public make-out, I was startled when a loud round of applause interrupted the moment.
“Fuck yeah, Pope!” Beau Bixby, Limelight’s lead singer clinked his Rainier beer bottle against drummer Siggy Bengstton’s own brewski. “Lianne, you look especially lovely tonight.”
I rolled my eyes and disentangled myself from Carter, smoothing my skirt back over my legs, which were clad in thigh-high black stockings. I wore a simple off-the-shoulder black jersey sweater and black combat boots. My hair was pulled back in a severe ponytail. Topping off my look was a black velvet choker and giant silver hoop earrings.
“After party at our pad?” Limelight’s bass player, Lucas Williams and rhythm guitarist, Frankie Rossini joined us at the bar.
“Fuck yeah,” Carter mumbled, never taking his eyes off me. “Lianne, come with us.”
“I don’t think so, guys.” I picked up my drink from the sticky bar. “I’m not into it.”
Frankie scoffed and walked away, muttering, “Uptight bitch.”
Carter’s eyes bored into mine, challenging me. I stared right back at him, not willing to bend for him or any man. “Come with me,” he mouthed.
I raised an eyebrow. Shook my head.
“We’re outta here, see ya back at the junkyard.” Siggy gave us a middle-finger salute. “Carter, settle up with Gus, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Carter answered, not looking away from me.
I reached under the bar, where my purse was dangling from a broken hook. “Well, Carter. I’m going to head home.”
His tattooed hand traced my hairline. “Stop by the party. Just for half an hour.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Please.” Our eyes remained locked. Carter motioned to the bartender for a pen, and turned my palm over to write down the location of the famous Limelight crash pad. “I just want to talk to you, I promise.”
“Maybe.” I pulled my hand away.
“See you there.” Carter stepped back “I gotta settle up.”
And then he disappeared back into the crowd.
Thirty minutes later, I climbed the dilapidated steps up to the “Junkyard,” which certainly lived up to its name. Old furniture, burned-out cars, and piles of garbage littered the yard. The house itself looked like it would implode from rot and decay at any moment. The porch was soggy. When I reached out to open the door, it swung open.
Carter’s boyish face gleamed with happiness. “You came!”
He opened the door wider to let me in and yelled, “Yo, guys! My future wife just arrived.”
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About the Author
When she was only 15, Kaylene Winter wrote her first rocker romance novel starring a fictionalized version of herself, her friends and their gorgeous rocker boyfriends. After living her own rockstar life as a band manager, music promoter and mover and shaker in Seattle during the early 1990’s, Kaylene became a digital media legal strategist helping bring movies, television and music online. Throughout her busy career, Kaylene lost herself in romance novels across all genres inspiring her to realize her life-long dream to be a published author. She lives in Seattle with her amazing husband and dog. She loves to travel, throw lavish dinner parties and support charitable causes supporting arts and animals.
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