Walking Heartbreak
Sunniva Dee
Publication Date: December 17th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Suspense
Synopsis
Don’t judge me.
I am not what you see.
I am the opposite.
—Nadia’s lipstick note on Bo’s mirror.
Indie-rocker Bo Lindgren is worshiped for his looks and musical genius. It's been lonely at the top since his ex left. Bo will never take a girlfriend again though, because he doesn’t have the chops to love. He knows he's poison, a heartbreak waiting to happen for anyone he allows too close—like his ex. Bo screws his way through the fangirls until he's sick of it all. Until the dark gaze of Nadia Vidal appears in the door to his dressing room.
Saved from an arranged marriage by Jude, the love of her life, Nadia eloped and got married at nineteen. But now, two years later, life is wilted, dead, and not what anyone should have to endure.
Nadia, with her secret-keeper eyes and instant understanding of who Bo is, attracts and fascinates him without even trying. The ring gleaming on her finger should keep them apart, but morals can’t always resist destiny.
When brokenhearted meets heartbreaker, whose heart is really at stake?
I am not what you see.
I am the opposite.
—Nadia’s lipstick note on Bo’s mirror.
Indie-rocker Bo Lindgren is worshiped for his looks and musical genius. It's been lonely at the top since his ex left. Bo will never take a girlfriend again though, because he doesn’t have the chops to love. He knows he's poison, a heartbreak waiting to happen for anyone he allows too close—like his ex. Bo screws his way through the fangirls until he's sick of it all. Until the dark gaze of Nadia Vidal appears in the door to his dressing room.
Saved from an arranged marriage by Jude, the love of her life, Nadia eloped and got married at nineteen. But now, two years later, life is wilted, dead, and not what anyone should have to endure.
Nadia, with her secret-keeper eyes and instant understanding of who Bo is, attracts and fascinates him without even trying. The ring gleaming on her finger should keep them apart, but morals can’t always resist destiny.
When brokenhearted meets heartbreaker, whose heart is really at stake?
Walking Heartbreak Excerpt
1:
BO
Girls jump my cock
whenever I allow it—I’m used to giving and taking what I want. They hunt me
down before shows, after shows, even in bars and in back alleys. They’re
creative too, good at making me curious. It’s the rocker thing: chicks dig it.
All I need is to lean back and watch. But here I am now, in this situation
where I’m chasing a married woman—even though I’ve already had her. It’s
absurd.
I know who I am and what
I’m capable of. Those bedroom eyes from the audience? They get to my wang, but
they don’t get to me.
Nadia showing up at our
last show made me ponder my relationship with my ex again. Year after year,
Ingela looked at me with adoration in her eyes, while I, no matter how deep I
searched, found nothing in my black, selfish soul. Over and over I hurt her
because I couldn’t fake what I didn’t have—a goddamn heart. It’s why I stare
out over the masses in arenas without the awe Emil’s face sometimes reveals.
I told Nadia that night;
people don’t do it for me—music does. Just another way of being emotionally
stumped, I guess. I haven’t looked into it closely enough to diagnose my
condition, but I know I’m not a sociopath. Not a psychopath. Definitely not
asexual—hell, sex is the only way I make a woman happy.
At the last thought, my
mind returns to Nadia, and my dick twitches. Sex with her was insane. Not since
I last slept with my ex over a year ago have I had sex that good. I was so
turned on I couldn’t think straight.
It’s weird, because she
wasn’t trying to blow my mind. There’ve been acrobatics involved throughout our
tours—overflow Luminessence groupies with a limberness beyond anyone’s
fantasies and swallowing techniques that can blow a guy’s mind. None of that
came close to the simple, real, understated sex with Nadia.
The scent of her hair, the
flower perfume or soap or whatever she’d used. Then the secret aroma of her
pussy. It called to me, I swear. Great, and now I’m rock hard again.
Because I like her, the
situation with her husband is starting to piss me off. Nadia is young. She’s
wasting her life on some asshole who doesn’t appreciate her. She’s miserable,
and you don’t need to be a rocket scientist to get that it’s his fault.
I’ve been that guy. In my
case, at least I never married the girl, and I made love to her as often as she
needed it. In my defense, I tried. I really tried to make it work.
From Nadia’s reaction to
my slightest touch, I’d say she hadn’t been fucked in a while, and that’s just
wrong. If she doesn’t turn him on, then her husband must be stumped.
And seriously: what kind
of douchebag doesn’t care enough to call his wife when she hasn’t returned from
a concert at nine—the morning after?
Yeah, me chasing this
particular married woman might not be so absurd. If she’s game, I’ll brighten
her day again. Make her understand how beautiful she is, how easy it is for her
to make a guy feel horny as shit.
Hell, this is me paying
back karma over Ingela. Right—good. That’s why I’m picking Nadia up from the
restaurant right now.
Walking Heartbreak, Excerpt 2:
BO
Opportunities float
through your sphere, and it’s up to you to seize them. Sometimes they stream
back around, giving you another chance if you miss out, but that
once-in-a-lifetime chance, you’ll never see again.
Troll calls me while Nadia
is still asleep. I don’t release her from my arms when I grab the phone from
the nightstand and answer.
“Bo. Radio One needs a
fill-in. Tom Rocks was supposed to head up Luminessence on the night show, but
they backed out last minute, and Luminessence’s artist manager called yours.
Clown Irruption is in.”
Adrenaline rushes through
my body. “Are you kidding me? Radio One?”
“Hell yeah, man. Radio
Fucking One.”
I start laughing. My
stomach rocks, stirring Nadia from her sleep. She uh-huhms? And I pull her
close, kissing her temple way loudly for someone who’s still in dreamland.
“Better make it, son,”
Troll grumbles, grouchy-sounding as usual.
“Of course, Captain. We’ll
be there. Are you emailing us directions and times?” It’s a redundant question.
He’s always on top of the details, and he’s snippy as hell about being
second-guessed.
“Yeah, unless you’ve got Internet,”
he counters. “Ooh, it’s so hard to locate Radio One in L.A.”
I bite my lip, suppressing
my amusement. “What time?”
“Dude, I am going to email
you, okay? God forbid you girls get lost.”
“Thank you, Troll. I
appreciate it,” I say, and he muffle-growls something indistinguishable before
hanging up.
The girl in my bed looks
up, big, beautiful eyes bright with anticipation for me. “You’re excited.
What’s going on?”
She smiles when I tell
her. Rolls slowly over my body and on top of me the way she lied last night,
nudges her nose against my throat like a sleepy kitten. I get to see this other
Nadia before she veils herself in sadness again. This early morning version of
her is addictive.
I kiss her before she
rethinks shit. Slide my fingers in between her butt cheeks and caress her
rosebud. Then, I move down, finding a warmth I already crave, slickness from
yesterday, and I whisper my plea in her ear.
“Again?”
Still sleepy, she relents,
her body awake enough to tremble through a climax with me, but as her mind
clears fully, I watch her retract again, her eyes dimming as she gets dressed.
Nadia sits through breakfast with us, that small wrinkle between her brows
reappearing.
When she stands, getting
ready to leave, I don’t give a damn that I look pathetic when I say, “Hey,”
catch her hand in passing, and entwine our fingers. I don’t get up from my
seat, but I pull her close enough to latch around her waist. “Can you make it
to the show? I’d like to have you there.”
“I want to go so bad!” Zoe
sings. “Emil invited me, right you did, Cupcake? Nadia, we’ll talk to Scott—figure
something out. This is the awesomest reason ever to bail in the middle of our
shifts.”
Nadia tenses in my hold.
She doesn’t withdraw, but it’s clear that she wants to. Instinctively, I kiss
her stomach the way I used to back when I had a girlfriend. Our small kitchen
goes dead silent at my move, and it dawns on me how intimate that was. Much
more intimate than casual sex.
“Tell me you’ll try,” I
say. My voice is raspy. “We’ll kick ass if you come.”
Author Bio
Sunniva was born in Norway, the Land of The Midnight Sun, but spent her early twenties making the world her playground. Southern Europe: Spain, Italy, Greece—Argentina: Buenos Aires, in particular. The United States finally kept her interest, and after half a decade in California, she now lounges in the beautiful city of Savannah. Sunniva has a Master's degree in Spanish, which she taught until she settled in as an adviser at an art college in the South.Sunniva writes New Adult fiction with soul. Sometimes it's with a paranormal twist, like in Shattering Halos, Stargazer, and Cat Love. At other times, it's contemporary, as in Pandora Wild Child, Leon's Way, Adrenaline Crush, and now Walking Heartbreak.Sunniva is the happiest when her characters take over, let their emotions run off with them, shaping her stories in ways she never foresaw. She loves bad-boys and good-boys run amok, and like in real life, her goal is to keep you on your toes until the end of each story.
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