EXCERPT and GIVEAWAY
Seven Minutes ‘til Midnight
(Rock Gods Book 3)
(Rock Gods Book 3)
by Sunniva Dee
Seven Minutes ‘til Midnight, the third standalone book in the Rock Gods series by Sunniva Dee, has just been released and is available for only $0.99 for a limited time. Also available: Walking Heartbreak and In the Absence of You.
This release blitz and giveaway is hosted by Social Butterfly PR.
More books by this author: Shattering Halos (read my blog post), Leon's Way (read my blog post), Adrenaline Crush (read my blog post), Cat Love (read my blog post), Walking Heartbreak (read my blog post), Dodging Trains (read my blog post), In the Absence of You (read my blog post), The Fighter and the Baroness (read my blog post), Path of Thieves (read my blog post), The Truth About Porn Star Boyfriends (read my blog post), Twin Savage (read my blog post), Indiscretions of a God (read my blog post).
Description
A legendary drummer. An outrageous music video ... and little me blowing his ever-loving mind in it.
Next thing I knew, my anonymity was a thing of the past.
“Clown Irruption’s smash hit goes from hawt to adult!”— Star Report, April Edition.
The uncensored, all-bared footage was leaked.
And here I was, forced to stare down the same paparazzi lenses the band did.
And here I was, forced to stare down the same paparazzi lenses the band did.
“Meet Aishe Xodyar, the vixen who made Troy Armstrong reach Heaven on tape!”—Fan Chicks, May Edition.
I cowered behind enemy lines.
Aka joined the band on their worldwide arena tour.
It was another one of my unfortunate miscalculations.
See, Troy Armstrong was formidable.
We were polar opposites, but he still sucked me in like a magnet.
Aka joined the band on their worldwide arena tour.
It was another one of my unfortunate miscalculations.
See, Troy Armstrong was formidable.
We were polar opposites, but he still sucked me in like a magnet.
A fragile truce set in between us. Then, a mutual crush.
I had an obsessive nature, but my fixation on him was downright wholesome compared to their new merch girl’s.
I had an obsessive nature, but my fixation on him was downright wholesome compared to their new merch girl’s.
“Meet Hailey Pawter, secret stalker, fangirl, and dangerously gifted lookalike.”—Tabloid Minute, June Edition.
As Hailey’s web tightened around us, love in the limelight turned from complicated to impossible.
Excerpt
I hear the roars from the audience as the band members get onstage one after the other. The cheers start in the pit and travel backward, growing into a sea of sound. Troy needs to follow suit immediately. He is, after all, their drummer. I watch the ever-more frustrated Troll bicker with him.
My friend nudges me in the shoulder. “Give him a kiss.” Waris keeps her voice low so I’m the only one who can hear her.
Color crawls up my face. “What? I don’t know what you mean.”
“Just give him a kiss. I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but look at him. He doesn’t want to go onstage without something from you.”
My cheeks flame as I stare at him. Still arguing, his hands are in the air, lazily gesticulating. He’s about to cause their tour manager a coronary.
“You think that’s what it is?” I ask.
Waris shrugs. “Test it.”
I walk up to them, interrupting Troll’s repetition of how he’s only doing the exact same thing he always does, and how the hell is Troy worried about his cymbals now when he was fine and dandy during sound check?
“Troy?” My voice is thin with shyness, but he has no problem hearing me. He turns right away. Brave, I slide my arms around his waist. For one horrifying moment, I think he won’t receive me. But then his arms go around me too, and my heart is beating as I hug myself tighter to him than I’d planned.
The hope in his gaze makes my heart constrict. I spread my fingers up his jaw. Tip his face downward while his eyes widen for me.
One soft kiss. Another. I let my tongue out to play too, slipping in between his lips, until he’s cradling my face too.
“Jesus Christ,” the tour manager mutters. “Okay. Time to go. They’re fucking shouting your name out there. What’s wrong with you?”
“Sure thing.” Troy chuckles. His eyes narrow with happy tenderness before he gives me another kiss. “See you after?”
“I’ll be watching from the sidelines.”
His smile is magnificent as he takes a few steps backward and raises a hand in greeting. Then, he turns and jogs to the stage entrance.
Waris and I follow at a leisurely pace. I’m still smiling.
“What a difference, huh?” Waris says, winking at me.
I give her a playful eye-roll as we enter from the left side of the stage and take our seats next to Nadia and Zoe.
The audience discovers him, and the rhythmic shouts of “Troy! Troy! Troy!” dissipate in favor of a wave of cheers.
“Glad you could make it, man,” Emil, the singer, rumbles into the microphone, making us all laugh. “We were gonna be here all night anyway, so you know—whenever.”
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Praise for the Book
“Only a skilled author would tackle a story like Troy and Aishe's. Only a great one would succeed. Thank you, Sunniva Dee, for turning the book I didn't know I wanted into one of my top reads of 2018.” ~ Alyson Santos, bestselling author
“Sunniva Dee's writing will have you transfixed, Beautiful, passionate, and mesmerizing this is one hell of a breathtaking read. I highly recommend it.” ~ Cat, Amazon reviewer
“Have you ever experienced that feeling of complete weightlessness? OMG, y'all, this book is EVERYTHING!!” ~ Lager & Lefse Book Blog
“What a fabulous story Seven Minutes 'til Midnight was. I want my own sexy drummer.” ~ Bad and Dirty Books
“A seductive example of character driven romance.” ~ A British Bookworm
“In a year when the ‘#me too’ movement is exploding, Seven Minutes ‘til Midnight takes a refreshing, honest look at male-female relationships and struggles, as well as challenging our perceptions of love, friendship (male and female), sex, celebrities, and the media.” ~ Cafekim, Amazon reviewer
About the Author
So you know I’m a writer. I write literary romances that are full of substance and romance. I tend to write in my head all the time, like when I sleep, breath, pet cats, am forced to make dinner, and even while doing my job as an adviser for students at an art college in the South—
I mean … I—I—I write at other times too.
I love international flights when they’re delayed and my Mac and I can dive into a bar. There’s nothing better than an hour or two lost (too quickly) in pages I didn’t know were waiting for me.
I hate schedules, real life, cross-country skiing, and moodiness not inside of me. Not that I enjoy it in me. I’m just used to it, and it feeds scenes in my books, see?
I giggle at everything. I don’t judge easily. People say I’m kind/genuine/shy/stubborn/annoying/aloof/boring, but above it all, I am passionate. A Dragon of the Chinese zodiac and an Aquarius with all-the-air and the brightest color palette. Incidentally, that last fact could be why no one wants to buy the house I’ve got for sale.
But mostly, I love to write.
Giveaway
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