{"id":1817,"date":"2014-05-01T21:39:38","date_gmt":"2014-05-02T04:39:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bestfantasynovel.com\/?p=1817"},"modified":"2014-05-01T21:39:38","modified_gmt":"2014-05-02T04:39:38","slug":"rockin-the-heart-by-gracen-miller","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/taramayastales.com\/bestfantasynovel\/2014\/05\/01\/rockin-the-heart-by-gracen-miller\/","title":{"rendered":"Rockin’ The Heart by Gracen Miller"},"content":{"rendered":"

If you’re in the mood for a steamy romance, check out Gracen Miller’s\u00a0Rockin’ the Heart<\/a>.\"rocking<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

If music nourishes the soul\u2026<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Loved by millions, but shunned by blood, Heath \u201cFang\u201d Fangor has led his band, Hot Wired, to the top while others have fallen by the wayside. He devoted his life to music, and from that devotion harvested a new family\u2014his band mates and fans.<\/span><\/p>\n

A man can desire nothing else\u2026or can he?<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Living in the shadow of her brother\u2019s fame sucks! Sam Collins is desperate to have what she wants\u2014a simple and uncomplicated life. She\u2019s no stranger to scandals and how they work. Now that she\u2019s inadvertently dragged Fang into the center of her latest gossip, could the scandal she created in her quest for freedom have gone too far?<\/span><\/p>\n

Amid stardom the heart stages a new melody\u2026<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Fang has more fame and fortune than he will ever need, but none of that matters if he can\u2019t have the woman of his dreams. Years have been wasted waiting for the right moment to approach the woman his heart desires above all others. There\u2019s just one major problem…she\u2019s his best friend\u2019s sister. To have her, he will have to risk it all.<\/span><\/p>\n

One that might be responsible for Rockin the Heart!<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Download\u00a0Rockin’ the Heart<\/em><\/a>\u00a0from\u00a0Amazon<\/a>\u00a0and\u00a0Barnes and Noble<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Excerpt<\/h4>\n
Chapter One\u00a0<\/span><\/h5>\n

(Warning: Strong language)<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/h5>\n

Heath was a rock star god. The tight lines fanning outward from his silver eyes classified him as a pissed off rock star god.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWanna tell me what you did this time to get the platinum treatment?\u201d He indicated the jail cell, while ramming his fingers through his shaggy, jet-black hair.<\/p>\n

Preferring to shrink into the shadows and avoid a confrontation with him, Sam took a deep breath and rose from the bench. She stepped away from the metal seat to draw closer to the bars dividing them.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d expected her brother, Jason\u2014Jase\u2014to ride to her rescue. Like always. Her foundation. Predictable. Dependable. Rattled by her sibling\u2019s abandonment, she ogled the skull on Heath\u2019s shirt, mortification overwhelming her.<\/p>\n

If Heath was Jase\u2019s replacement, then he\u2019d been serious when he said \u2018don\u2019t call me the next time you\u2019re arrested.\u2019 She\u2019d assumed he yelled that in anger. She was surprised he\u2019d bothered to offer aid at all.<\/p>\n

Gut hollow at her brother\u2019s desertion, she cleared the ache out of her throat and asked, \u201cCan\u2019t you just bail me out and we\u2019ll forget this ever happened?\u201d<\/p>\n

Knowing he wouldn\u2019t go for that suggestion, Sam swallowed hard and shuffled her feet. Disappointing Jase was one thing, but letting Heath down was an entirely different matter. She\u2019d crushed on the man since her tenth birthday when he\u2019d given her a heart-shaped jewelry box. Didn\u2019t matter he\u2019d been too old for her at a mature fourteen. That infatuation hadn\u2019t waned with age either, but only grown stronger. Not that he showed her a stitch of interest. To him, she was nothing more complicated than a kid sister.<\/p>\n

His digits curled around one of the bars. The tattoo lettering on his left knuckles fit his current disposition\u2014ired<\/em>. On the other hand the letters H-O-T-W graced his knuckles. If read together, they spelled out the name of his band: Hot Wired.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot this time, Samantha.\u201d<\/p>\n

She cringed. The only time he broke out her full name was when he was upset or disappointed with her.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou been drinking?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know I haven\u2019t.\u201d Just shy of twenty-one, in her world getting liquor wasn\u2019t an issue. Neither was alcohol her preferred drug of choice.<\/p>\n

\u201cDrugs?\u201d<\/p>\n

She rolled her eyes, the question too stupid to warrant a response.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis type of publicity is bad news for the band.\u201d She\u2019d heard that one before. None of her recklessness damaged Hot Wired\u2019s career. Not that she sought to hinder their mega stardom. She wasn\u2019t that selfish, she just struggled with controlling her impulses on occasion.<\/p>\n

Therapy failed to help. Yelling spawned further rebellion.<\/p>\n

Living under the umbrella of the band\u2019s fame grew tiresome. Her life should be her own, to live however she pleased. Weary of the media hounding her, she craved going back to a time when nobody knew her name. A normal life like when she\u2019d been a kid.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d grown up on daydreams of the band making it to the big times. They won the lottery of recording deals, while Sam discovered stardom came at a high price. Along with that knowledge came the freebie of all lessons\u2026fantasies were often better than reality. The last time she\u2019d visited the mall without a trail of vipers eager to report her purchases she\u2019d been fifteen.<\/p>\n

Sheesh!<\/em><\/p>\n

Was it too much to ask to have a date the world didn\u2019t scrutinize? Even the loss of her virginity made headline news. That act should\u2019ve come with the expectation of privacy. Thanks to the tabloids, Jase almost burst a blood vessel over that exploitation.<\/p>\n

Once she\u2019d picked her nose in public on purpose because a rag-reporter stalked her. Scratched her butt on another occasion. Gave them something to write. Those were the photographs and articles that gave her incentive to laugh.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe only reason they\u2019re not pressing charges is because of Jase.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks for the reminder.\u201d Along with it came the reminder that her brother sent Heath instead of coming himself.<\/p>\n

Despite the news-hounds, she got out of a lot of shit thanks to her brother\u2019s identity. This incident would be all over the rags and Internet before morning.<\/p>\n

\u2018Hot Wired\u2019s drummer\u2019s sister is at it again!\u2019<\/em> They\u2019d go on to paint her wild and immoral comportment.<\/p>\n

Have at it you fucks. Can\u2019t hurt me any more than you already have, but what about the band?<\/em><\/p>\n

Distance from Hot Wired would aid all of them. She\u2019d get her peace of mind back, and they\u2019d be devoid of the rebel-rouser in their group.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d mentioned changing her last name and moving back to their Southern roots in the small Alabama town where she\u2019d been born. Jase had gone bat-shit crazy at the suggestion and went on and on about how their parents would be rolling over in their grave at her abandoning the family name.<\/p>\n

The name-change idea had been discarded. Swept under the rug like a dust bunny never to be spoken of again.<\/p>\n

Torn between two worlds, Sam was suffocating. Living with someone she couldn\u2019t have in a world where she didn\u2019t belong.<\/p>\n

She sank back down onto the bench and lay down on the uncomfortable metal, staring at the ceiling. \u201cGo away, Heath. I\u2019m not in the mood for a lecture.\u201d<\/p>\n

A sigh came from him, followed by a long pause. She anticipated he\u2019d argue, but she focused on the water spot marring the tiled ceiling and prepared herself to fight back.<\/p>\n

The sound of his retreating boots hitting concrete echoed in the room. His exit surprised her, but relieved her too. Faced with his disappointment, she vowed again she\u2019d terminate her criminal behavior.<\/p>\n

She settled the backside of her wrist against her forehead. She made that promise to herself often and botched the good intentions each time.<\/p>\n

After a moment, a new set of footsteps approached the cell. Even with her eyes closed she determined the intruder wasn\u2019t Heath. In a room full of guests, she could identify his gait. Heath\u2019s solid steps and long stride made for a unique swagger that bespoke his self-confidence. Celebrated his rocker status. Watching him walk compared to admiring art. Ogling his ass as he strode away\u2026eye-gasms.<\/p>\n

This individual\u2019s fast-paced walk reminded her of the peppered rounds of gunfire. She waited for the person to speak. The clink of metal striking metal and locks disengaging snagged her attention. She turned her head. The thirty-something deputy swung the cell-door open. \u201cYou\u2019re free to go, Ms. Collins.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sam rolled off the bench and grinned at the officer as she sidled past him. She\u2019d bragged as they booked her that they wouldn\u2019t hold her long and the charges wouldn\u2019t stick.<\/p>\n

In the lobby, Heath waited for her with his hands shoved in his jeans pocket. His shaggy-butchered hair shadowed his eyes, doing a good job of hiding his expression, but the hard line of his jaw indicated he\u2019d married his irritation. Lectures were sure to come.<\/p>\n

Looking at him, no one would guess he rocked the panties off chicks worldwide. With his long-sleeved, pull-over black shirt, sporting a white skull, his snug well-worn jeans and scuffed boots, he appeared as average as any hard American worker.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s what I need to warm my cold bed. Average. Not my brother\u2019s best friend and rock star god.<\/em><\/p>\n

There was nothing average about Heath Fangor\u2014Fang to his band mates and the world. Neither would he seduce her. Not even as a one-time gig. The man and his fucked up principals\u2026or maybe they were her<\/em> fucked up principals because she couldn\u2019t say for sure if she\u2019d enter into a one-night-stand with him if he begged for one. She wanted more, and a one-nighter would be difficult to live with.<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks for the bail out, Fang<\/em>.\u201d She breezed past him with all intention of snubbing him, but he caught her arm. He held on tight, giving her a warning glare when she tried to jerk free.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t be ungrateful, brat.\u201d He towed her toward the elevator.<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks for the autograph, Fang!\u201d She glanced back at the deputy who\u2019d released her from the cell. He waved a piece of paper at them, grinning ear-to-ear.<\/p>\n

Heath shoved her into the lift. The moment the doors shut, he slammed his palms down on either side of her head. Sam sucked in a breath, her eyes frozen on his sexy-ass mouth. The bottom lip was slightly puffier than the top, nice and pink, and wet. He\u2019d probably licked them, which explained the sheen. She had naughty fantasies with them as the star of the show navigating her body. The damage she suspected they could accomplish created a slippery situation in her panties.<\/p>\n

A slight tilt of his lips before he said, \u201cEyes on mine.\u201d<\/p>\n

She refocused and locked onto his silver gaze. The accusations she saw there struck her like a blow to the gut. Looking away would be easier, but Heath had a way of holding her to a higher level with just a penetrating stare. His expectations were tall, and she despised him for having such grand aspirations for her.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s gotten into you? Base diving\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat was fun. You should try it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2014bar brawls, knifing chicks in Miami\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHey! I was found innocent of that allegation!\u201d<\/p>\n

Elevating his eyebrows, he called her statement a lie without uttering a word.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2014and now you\u2019re adding grand theft auto<\/em> to your long list of offenses.\u201d<\/p>\n

To read the rest of the story, download\u00a0Rockin’ the Heart<\/em><\/a>\u00a0from\u00a0Amazon<\/a>\u00a0and\u00a0Barnes and Noble<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Find more from Gracen on her website<\/a>, Facebook<\/a>, Facebook group<\/a>, blog<\/a> and Twitter<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

If you’re in the mood for a steamy romance, check out Gracen Miller’s\u00a0Rockin’ the Heart. If music nourishes the soul\u2026 Loved by millions, but shunned by blood, Heath \u201cFang\u201d Fangor has led his band, Hot Wired, to the top while others have fallen by the wayside. He devoted his life to music, and from that […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":1818,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[434],"tags":[680,698],"class_list":["post-1817","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-romance","tag-new-adult","tag-romance-2"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/taramayastales.com\/bestfantasynovel\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1817","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/taramayastales.com\/bestfantasynovel\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/taramayastales.com\/bestfantasynovel\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/taramayastales.com\/bestfantasynovel\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/taramayastales.com\/bestfantasynovel\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1817"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/taramayastales.com\/bestfantasynovel\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1817\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/taramayastales.com\/bestfantasynovel\/wp-json\/"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/taramayastales.com\/bestfantasynovel\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1817"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/taramayastales.com\/bestfantasynovel\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1817"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/taramayastales.com\/bestfantasynovel\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1817"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}