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Hunter Martinez, bassist for mega rock band ProVokaTiv, has had more than his share of sold-out shows, outrageous parties and all-too-willing women. So a little downtime is just what he needs to finally put out a solo project. When it comes to his first music video, he knows exactly the woman he wants: Trinity Vanders. The wild, exotic model left a lasting impression on him when she met up with the band in Milan, and Hunter hasn’t been able to forget her since.After years of mediocre modeling gigs, Trinity is ecstatic to try her hand at acting. Problem is, she’s flat broke and her new career is going nowhere fast. When she gets a call to star in a music video for Hunter, she can’t believe her luck. Not only will it be the break she’s been hoping for, but the laid back rocker is smoking hot and she’s always ready for a good time. When she arrives in LA, it doesn’t take long for things to ignite both on and off set.With no desire for something serious and a chemistry that’s off the charts, they should be the perfect match. But while Hunter realizes he may be ready for a real relationship, Trinity refuses to acknowledge that their connection is anything more than physical.

320 Pages – Full Length Novel.

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​Excerpt

We slid into the cab and I crossed my legs, angling my body toward his. While he gave directions, I took another moment to appreciate him physically. He was a fine specimen of a man. He was fit, good looking, a bit rugged, and basically yummy looking. Kind of like a shot of Fireball, shocking and energizing all in one.
“It’s a good break that you were available for the job,” Hunter said out of nowhere.
“I suppose so. I’ve always wanted to work on something like this. I’m excited. What’s the general storyline of the song and video?”
“It’s kind of hard to explain. We can dive into all of that on Monday when we start. For now, let’s have some fun. No business, just pleasure.”
“I happen to be a master of pleasure,” I said as I met Hunter’s gaze. His eyes were smoldering, almost smothering me with their desire. The air was thick—sexy hot thick.
“My apartment is on the way to the club. Want to take a detour and see it? I could probably use a bit of decorating advice.”
“Decorating advice?” I raised my eyebrows at him. “You’re inviting me to see it for decorating advice? Too bad, I thought you were a bit bolder than that.”
“Okay, you busted me. I’m taking a nude drawing class and am luring you to my apartment so you can be my model,” Hunter said.
I was watching as he spoke. He was so matter-of-fact that I almost wanted to believe him. Instead, I laughed. A few seconds later, he did, too.
“So, are you a pick-up line master, Hunter?”
“Nope, not any more. No need to be,” he replied.
“Used to getting what you want, huh?”
“Just like you. I think we have a lot in common,” Hunter said playfully. Then I saw him look at my chest and then he looked back at me, blushing at me catching him so blatantly staring at my chest.  “You’re really beautiful,” he said.
“Thanks,” I said. He was a bit embarrassed and covering up.  Kinda sweet.  Although, I had to admit, they were one of my more outstanding features. Then I wanted to get bold and push his buttons a bit.  “You’re looking at me like you’ve never seen a chest before.”
“Not like that. Do you mind me being bold?” Hunter asked.
“I don’t mind,” I replied, instantly curious.
“Are they real?”
“What’s your guess?”
“They look real but you’re so petite.”
“Maybe you’ll just have to find out for yourself,” I countered playfully. If we were going to go with the suggestive talk, I might as well go full out. It had been long enough since I’d had any action, and a guy like Hunter promised to be a fun adventure. As for my chest, it was the topic of many conversations throughout my life because it was a healthy size in comparison to the rest of me. Truthfully, it was the one physical trait I’d inherited from my mother’s side that I was thankful for. My mom had the huge breasts, too, but she also had a pretty big butt and the hips to go along with it. Dad’s frame, mom’s chest. Thank you for being kind to me, DNA.
I could hardly wait to get inside Hunter’s apartment, which was substantially more beatnik than Gauge’s. There were things strewn everywhere and he was very casual with what he had. I saw an ashtray with a half-dozen cigarette butts in it on a black-glass coffee table, a large couch with thick chains for legs, which only accented its black leather cushion and backrest, and a stack of newspapers in the corner. “It’s a bit messy. The cleaning lady doesn’t come until tomorrow.”
“Cleaning lady?”
“Why not? I’d rather have a cleaning lady and a smaller place than clean a huge apartment myself. No thanks. I can think of a lot better things to do with my time; one of them standing in front of me at this very moment.”
I leaned back against the backside of his couch and stared at him. He walked up to me, not hesitating or looking awkward like when he’d first seen me that night, and put his hands on my hips, leaned in and kissed my neck, then blew warm breath along my throat.

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