“Wrecked” is one story a reader should never finish in a public place. This erotic but heart-wrenching novel stands out among others of its ilk; not because of the journey, but because of the ending.
--4.5 Stars, InD'tale Magazine
--4.5 Stars, InD'tale Magazine
WRECKED (Blind Man's Alibi #1)
Mainstream Fiction/Dramatic Love Story
Characters: Joe Campbell, Emma Travers
Characters: Joe Campbell, Emma Travers
She was destined to show him the joy and pain of living. Joe Campbell has it all: money, success, and fame. As lead singer of British alternative rock back Blind Man's Alibi, he holds the vague conviction that life on the road, and nights filled with meaningless sexual encounters, is enough. Until her - Emma Travers. She is a breath of fresh air. Sunshine to his darkness. The one who changes him, pushes him, and teaches him to truly live. He never imagines she is hiding a devastating secret. Or that the same emotion that could steal his heart, would ultimately break it. SOMETIMES A MAN MUST LEARN TO LIVE
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May 9
“You sound happy, Em.”
Emma had been in the bathroom applying her makeup when Alison called. Startled by the ringing of her cell phone, which had been handed off to Gary last night, she’d darted into the lounge area and snagged it off the table before it could wake Joe. She preferred not to wonder just when Gare had returned both phones to the room, for Joe’s sat there too, and instead, stood in front of the wall of windows overlooking the city and smiled. “I am happy.”
“You also sound tired. Are you getting enough sleep?”
Emma let out a long breath. “Yes, mom.”
“Stop it. You have few days in Chicago before heading out again, right? It looks that way from the schedule you sent me.”
“We do.”
“And how do you plan to spend your time?” Alison asked, her tone teasing.
Emma smiled. “Sleep, make love, repeat.”
“Sounds heavenly.”
“Doesn’t it?” Three days. She and Joe had three days with nowhere to go and nothing to do. Emma planned to spend as much of that time as possible in bed. Long uninterrupted hours of sleep followed by lovemaking. Because it wasn’t just sex anymore. Sure, Joe could call it fucking, and often did during his dirty talk, but it was more than just a quick pleasurable release of sexual frustration or tension. So much more. Their chemistry had always been off the charts but, now that emotion played a role, every touch, every caress meant so much.
“Emma, did you just sigh? You did, didn’t you?”
“I did not!” She totally did.
“You’ve already admitting to only being up for twenty minutes and yet you’re dreaming about crawling right back in bed, aren’t you?”
“Can you blame me?” Emma tipped her head against the window and ran the tips of her fingers across her stomach, imagining it was Joe’s touch causing her quick intake of breath. “He makes my body stand up and sing the Hallelujah Chorus.”
It was Alison’s turn to sigh.
“Why are you giving me shit, anyway? It’s not like you can’t crawl back into bed with Kevin.”
“I can’t, actually. Kevin’s at work.”
This was new. “It’s Saturday. Since when does Kevin work weekends?”
“Since he was assigned a big case. It’s fabulous for him. It is, I just…we were supposed to spend the day together and now I don’t know what to do with myself. I would bake, but my main consumer is two states away.”
“You could always send me more. I mean, I’d choke them down if it meant giving you something to take your mind off being alone.”
“You’re a true friend,” Alison said with a laugh.
“I know, right?”
Alison laughed harder. “You and your addiction to sweets. They were that good?”
“They smelled fabulous. The boys got to them before I could, though.”
“Seriously? That doesn’t sound at all like you. You’re not very good at sharing.”
She wasn’t.
“I’ll see what I can do.” Al drew a deep breath and exhaled. Her tone turned serious. “How have you been feeling? Any headaches?”
“No.” An outright lie, as she had one currently brewing, but she didn’t need Alison worrying over her. “I haven’t needed to medicate in a week.”
“Good. You’re telling me the truth, right?”
“I’m fine, Al.”
“That’s not really what I asked though, is it?”
“No, but that’s the best you’ll—” Emma caught a flash of movement reflected in the window and turned. Her body went hot. Her heart took a good, hard leap. She had no idea what she’d been about to say.
Joe leaned against the doorframe between the two rooms. He smiled at her as he sipped from one of the insulated cups the hotel stocked. Tea, she now knew, never coffee. Fresh from a shower, he was shirtless, shoeless, and once again wearing a pair of jeans barely staying on his hips. With his bi-color eyes and his full lips, the dragon roaring across his chest just below the imprint of the heels she’d sported last night, he was a thing of rare beauty.
“Em?” Alison questioned. “Let me guess. By that little shuddery breath you released, Mr. Sexy just walked into the room.”
Emma sighed again. Al was right, her breath shuddered. “He did.”
“Is he naked?”
The question was so out of character for her friend, Emma laughed. “No!”
“Too bad.”
“Says you. He looks pretty damn hot in nothing but his jeans.”
Joe straightened away from the doorframe, moving across the room. His eyes never left her face as he closed the distance between them, each step making it more difficult for Emma to draw a deep breath. Would she ever get used to what the sight of him did to her?
“Tell me something, Sunshine.” His sleep-roughened voice slid over her, danced across her nerve endings like a caress. He dropped his free hand to the small of her back, bending at the waist to brush a kiss along her neck. “As much as you’ve had your mouth and your hands all over me, how is it every morning you look at me as if it’s the first time?”
“Good God, Em.” Alison whispered.
Emma’s heart took another hard leap. “Close your ears, Al, you shouldn’t be hearing this.”
His hand skimmed up her side, his eyes a beat behind. “Mm, not that I’m complaining, mind you. It’s a huge boost to my ego.”
Fingers brushed the bottom of her breast, teasing until her nipples throbbed. She felt them shrink to two tight points. “Your ego doesn’t need boosting.”
“So you say. But that look you give me in the morning? That look sets my mood for the entire day.”
“And what mood would that be?”
He flashed her a wicked smile. “Horny.”
Emma released a startled laugh that quickly turned to a gasp as he cupped her ass and pulled her flush against his body, sucking the skin on her neck in the process. “Quick, give me a kiss before the boys get here.”
She pressed her nose into his throat and inhaled him, tipped her head up, her eyes already sliding closed. She snapped them back open. “Wait! The boys are coming here?”
“Any minute now.”
“Shit! I’m not dressed yet.”
“I noticed,” he growled. “Believe me, I noticed.”
“You sound happy, Em.”
Emma had been in the bathroom applying her makeup when Alison called. Startled by the ringing of her cell phone, which had been handed off to Gary last night, she’d darted into the lounge area and snagged it off the table before it could wake Joe. She preferred not to wonder just when Gare had returned both phones to the room, for Joe’s sat there too, and instead, stood in front of the wall of windows overlooking the city and smiled. “I am happy.”
“You also sound tired. Are you getting enough sleep?”
Emma let out a long breath. “Yes, mom.”
“Stop it. You have few days in Chicago before heading out again, right? It looks that way from the schedule you sent me.”
“We do.”
“And how do you plan to spend your time?” Alison asked, her tone teasing.
Emma smiled. “Sleep, make love, repeat.”
“Sounds heavenly.”
“Doesn’t it?” Three days. She and Joe had three days with nowhere to go and nothing to do. Emma planned to spend as much of that time as possible in bed. Long uninterrupted hours of sleep followed by lovemaking. Because it wasn’t just sex anymore. Sure, Joe could call it fucking, and often did during his dirty talk, but it was more than just a quick pleasurable release of sexual frustration or tension. So much more. Their chemistry had always been off the charts but, now that emotion played a role, every touch, every caress meant so much.
“Emma, did you just sigh? You did, didn’t you?”
“I did not!” She totally did.
“You’ve already admitting to only being up for twenty minutes and yet you’re dreaming about crawling right back in bed, aren’t you?”
“Can you blame me?” Emma tipped her head against the window and ran the tips of her fingers across her stomach, imagining it was Joe’s touch causing her quick intake of breath. “He makes my body stand up and sing the Hallelujah Chorus.”
It was Alison’s turn to sigh.
“Why are you giving me shit, anyway? It’s not like you can’t crawl back into bed with Kevin.”
“I can’t, actually. Kevin’s at work.”
This was new. “It’s Saturday. Since when does Kevin work weekends?”
“Since he was assigned a big case. It’s fabulous for him. It is, I just…we were supposed to spend the day together and now I don’t know what to do with myself. I would bake, but my main consumer is two states away.”
“You could always send me more. I mean, I’d choke them down if it meant giving you something to take your mind off being alone.”
“You’re a true friend,” Alison said with a laugh.
“I know, right?”
Alison laughed harder. “You and your addiction to sweets. They were that good?”
“They smelled fabulous. The boys got to them before I could, though.”
“Seriously? That doesn’t sound at all like you. You’re not very good at sharing.”
She wasn’t.
“I’ll see what I can do.” Al drew a deep breath and exhaled. Her tone turned serious. “How have you been feeling? Any headaches?”
“No.” An outright lie, as she had one currently brewing, but she didn’t need Alison worrying over her. “I haven’t needed to medicate in a week.”
“Good. You’re telling me the truth, right?”
“I’m fine, Al.”
“That’s not really what I asked though, is it?”
“No, but that’s the best you’ll—” Emma caught a flash of movement reflected in the window and turned. Her body went hot. Her heart took a good, hard leap. She had no idea what she’d been about to say.
Joe leaned against the doorframe between the two rooms. He smiled at her as he sipped from one of the insulated cups the hotel stocked. Tea, she now knew, never coffee. Fresh from a shower, he was shirtless, shoeless, and once again wearing a pair of jeans barely staying on his hips. With his bi-color eyes and his full lips, the dragon roaring across his chest just below the imprint of the heels she’d sported last night, he was a thing of rare beauty.
“Em?” Alison questioned. “Let me guess. By that little shuddery breath you released, Mr. Sexy just walked into the room.”
Emma sighed again. Al was right, her breath shuddered. “He did.”
“Is he naked?”
The question was so out of character for her friend, Emma laughed. “No!”
“Too bad.”
“Says you. He looks pretty damn hot in nothing but his jeans.”
Joe straightened away from the doorframe, moving across the room. His eyes never left her face as he closed the distance between them, each step making it more difficult for Emma to draw a deep breath. Would she ever get used to what the sight of him did to her?
“Tell me something, Sunshine.” His sleep-roughened voice slid over her, danced across her nerve endings like a caress. He dropped his free hand to the small of her back, bending at the waist to brush a kiss along her neck. “As much as you’ve had your mouth and your hands all over me, how is it every morning you look at me as if it’s the first time?”
“Good God, Em.” Alison whispered.
Emma’s heart took another hard leap. “Close your ears, Al, you shouldn’t be hearing this.”
His hand skimmed up her side, his eyes a beat behind. “Mm, not that I’m complaining, mind you. It’s a huge boost to my ego.”
Fingers brushed the bottom of her breast, teasing until her nipples throbbed. She felt them shrink to two tight points. “Your ego doesn’t need boosting.”
“So you say. But that look you give me in the morning? That look sets my mood for the entire day.”
“And what mood would that be?”
He flashed her a wicked smile. “Horny.”
Emma released a startled laugh that quickly turned to a gasp as he cupped her ass and pulled her flush against his body, sucking the skin on her neck in the process. “Quick, give me a kiss before the boys get here.”
She pressed her nose into his throat and inhaled him, tipped her head up, her eyes already sliding closed. She snapped them back open. “Wait! The boys are coming here?”
“Any minute now.”
“Shit! I’m not dressed yet.”
“I noticed,” he growled. “Believe me, I noticed.”
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Wrecked is Book 1 in the Blind Man's Alibi series. The full series reading order is as follows:
Book 1: Wrecked
Book 2: Haunted (releases 2017)
Book 1: Wrecked
Book 2: Haunted (releases 2017)
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