Author: MLJ Quigg
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: September 2nd, 2020
Hosted by: Lady Amberâs PR
Blurb: Rock royalty.
Thatâs what people call me.
But all it took was a single phone call to bring me to my knees.
Five years later, my life has changed irrevocably forever.
Though someone lurks in the shadows threatening to tear all that I love apart.
An obsession of the worst kind.
Can I keep the woman I love safe?
Or will everything burn to ashâ¦
Australian author MLJ Quigg â lives in NSW, Australia, with her husband, three adult children, and six catsâyes, you heard that right, six.
Growing up in a huge family of eight kids was always noisy and didnât give her enough alone time to unwind.
Books have always given her an outlet from the craziness that is her life. Nothing is better than curling up with a good story to take her mind off her surroundings.
As a new author, she hopes you enjoy her stories and helps you get out of your world and into hers for a few hours.
Amy clears her throat to stop us from talking.
As soon as she has our attention, she takes in a deep breath and starts talking, âGuys, thereâs no easy way to say this, so I am just going to say it straight outâ¦ Iâm dropping one of my jobs. Being the publicist and the stylist is taking too much out of me. I need help. With me being on crutches, I canât stand for long periods of time, so I have hired someone to take over the stylist position. Iâve been in contact with Layla, and sheâs helped me pick the perfect person. I know youâre going to love who we have chosen.â
I can understand Amyâs reasoning, sheâs having a hard time lately with her broken leg, and she hasnât looked well for a couple of weeks nowâsheâs been pale and slow. I know it must be hard on her to do two jobs, especially when sheâs incapacitated. I mean, she can easily do the publicist job off her feet because all she has to do is post statuses on the different social media platforms and tell the fans whatâs going on.
Well, perhaps, she does a bit more than that, but itâs not something she has to do where she will need to stand for long periods. I know as our stylist, she will need to stand, and I am more than happy she took the initiative in getting a replacement, but I just wish sheâd asked us first. We would have liked to be involved in the hiring. Itâs for us, after all.
âWhat the fuck, Ames. Donât you think you should have run it past us first before hiring someone?â Andrew practically yells at her.
Grey straightens his shoulders and steps over to Amy. She puts her hand on his arm to placate him, and he physically relaxes under her hold.
âSorry, Ames, that was uncalled for. I just wished youâd spoken to us before you hired someone.â Andrew sighs. He knows his tone of voice was uncalled forâitâs not what he said but the way he said it.
Even I am shocked by Andrewâs outburst. I have never heard Andrew use that tone of voice toward Amy before. I study Andrew carefully, and he appears worn out. He honestly doesnât look well.
âI agree with Andrew, though. Why did you hire someone before talking to us? I understand one hundred percent that you need the help, and Iâm happy you want to pass that job onto someone else, just not that you never discussed it with any of us.â Cooper shrugs and then asks, âSo, when do we get to meet the person you hired?â
That voice! I only ever hear that voice on the phone, so I spin around on my chair and stand as quickly as I can. The vision of the woman Iâve been obsessing over comes into view from the bedroom behind us. My heart rate triples in my chest, and my stomach churns while my mouth dries up like the Sahara Desert. My palms become clammy and sweat beads on my forehead.
Standing on shaky legs, I must look like a tool gaping at Layla in shock.
I am ecstatic to see her.
I am dumbfounded sheâs finally here, in person.
My excitement at seeing her soon wears off, and I run, the happy smile canât be wiped off my face for all the money in the world. I pick her up and cradle this beautiful woman in my arms, hugging her tightly, holding her to me. She feels so good in my arms like sheâs my home, and I canât be any happier than I am at this moment. Except perhaps, taking her directly to the bedroom because my cock has a mind of its own and has become tight behind the zipper of my jeans.
âItâs so good to see you in person,â I whisper in her ear.
She holds me just as tightly as she whispers back, âMe, too. Itâs been a long time coming.â
That it has.
I canât believe Laylaâs here.
Yeah, I know Iâve said it before, but I am so excited.
Laylaâs the other half of my soul.
I know that.
She may not know it yet, but she will. You can mark my words on that. Layla Matthews will be mine.
I draw back and look down to take her in completely.
Sheâs stunning. Absolutely stunning.
Laylaâs wearing a black bodysuit that covers her hourglass figure showcasing her flat stomach, tits, ass, and hips, and they are showing very, very well.
Holy shit! Sheâs fucking hot.
Layla has her wavy chocolate-brown hair cascades down her back to her waist. Sheâs even better in person. Letâs face it, I have been cataloging all her features that Iâve already seen on the screen of my phone or laptop. The small button nose, high cheekbones, heart-shaped face, and unique aqua eyes shine with happiness as she takes me in as well. I can see her gaze taking in all of me. A flare of heat comes from her eyes when they sparkle back to mine, then she takes on a shocked appearance. I donât think she meant for me to see it, but I will take that look anytime she wants to give it to me.
I am tapped on the shoulder and practically pushed out of the way as Cooper grabs Layla by the shoulders and hugs her tightly.