When an ultra-independent
tour manager meets the one musician she can’t resist, their kinks fit together
perfectly, but their lives don’t. Michelle Hazen is back with PLAYING THE
PAUSES, the second, stand-alone installment in her Sex, Love, and Rock &
Roll series. Fans of Kylie Scott’s Stage Dive Series and YOU REALLY GOT ME by
Erika Kelly, will love this bad boy, friends with benefits romance with a dash
of BDSM mixed in.
Title: Playing the Pauses
Author: Michelle Hazen
Release
Date: March
5, 2018
Publisher:
Self-published
Series: Sex, Love, and Rock & Roll #2
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Page
Count: 290
Synopsis:
Rock Star Dom + his Queen of the Spreadsheet employee = KRYPTONITE
Kate is a globe-trotting
tour manager who can’t be tied down.
Danny is a Dominant
rock star and tattoo artist who needs her help to explore his true kinks.
Kate just got her big
break, running an international tour for a rising band. Her job is everything
to her…at least until she meets the band’s enigmatic bass player.
After they collide in
one unforgettably erotic night on a hotel balcony, he comes to her with a
proposition. As a former BDSM club performer, Danny’s spent so long fulfilling
other people’s fantasies that now he wants to reclaim his own—and he says she’s
the only one who can help.
Getting caught in bed
with her rock star boss could cost her career, and yet there’s something about
Danny’s quiet intensity that she can’t resist. He steals her heart, hard. But
the end of the tour is approaching, and their jobs are headed two different
directions.
To be together one of
them will have to stop touring, but the only thing they crave as much as each
other is music.
**
This book can be read and understood as a standalone, but does contain spoilers
for earlier books in the series. **
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PLAYING THE PAUSES Excerpt
Copyright
© 2018 Michelle Hazen
Somehow, our rhythms just…fit together. In
another life, I’d be asking myself if maybe, just possibly, he might be The
One.
Except it’s not another life, it’s my
life and if I find The One? I can give up the man, give up the job, or spend
half my time missing my career and the other half missing my lover.
A fist squeezes inside my throat, and I scowl
out the window of the taxi. I’m being stupid, letting the fantasy of this week
spill over into the reality of my life. I’ve sacrificed everything for my
dreams, and I’m not giving them up for a guy. Besides, I know I’m not built for
picket fences and office jobs.
And what I feel when I look at Danny doesn’t
change that.
I fight the urge to curl my knees into my chest.
I wish I had a few minutes alone instead of heading back to the crew—all their
knowing eyes waiting for me to lose myself in lust with a musician like so many
girls before me.
Danny’s hand flips over and he catches my
fingers. He ducks his head and finds my eyes, the question clear in the air
between us. I don’t know why he ever speaks, because he can communicate so well
with his silence. But right now, even that small familiarity strangles my chest
and sends my gaze fleeing for the window.
When I don’t answer, his thumb strokes over my
knuckles, and then he takes his hand away.
My fingers twitch at the loss and I look up and
realize he’s taking the ring off his middle finger. He picks up my left hand
and slides it onto my thumb.
Something jolts fiercely through me; I tell
myself it must be fear of discovery. There’s no way it could be excitement
because to a girl like me, a ring is just a cage. “Danny, you know I can’t wear
this…”
“You play with it all the time. You like it.” He
shrugs. “Keep it.”
I glance up. To Danny, it’s really that simple.
“But everybody will know it’s yours,” I say hoarsely.
“We’re still stuck on what other people think?
Seriously?” His jaw tightens.
I take off his ring, the silver warm like his
body, and squeeze it inside my fist until the edges bite my flesh.
“Danny, I’m not ashamed that I’m sleeping with
you.” Up front, the cab driver shifts in his seat. I wonder if he’s a Red
Letters fan, if he recognized Danny. Well, screw it. If he did, he’d better
hear this part too. “There is nothing about you that embarrasses me,
nothing I’m not proud of.”
“Maybe not.” His shoulders are hard. “But you
think if people see us together instead of separately, that makes you less.”
I shake my head, because he doesn’t understand.
He’s the talent, not the crew. Everyone always falls for the star, and Danny
O’Neil has no notion of what it feels like to be a cliché.
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About Michelle
Hazen:
Michelle Hazen is a nomad with a writing problem. Years ago, she
and her husband ducked out of the 9 to 5 world and moved into their truck. As a
result, she wrote most of her books with solar power in odd places, including a
bus in Thailand, a golf cart in a sandstorm, and a beach in Honduras.
Currently, she’s addicted to The Walking Dead, hiking, and Tillamook cheese.
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