Title: Night Moves
Author: Kristen Strassel
Series: Night Songs Collection
Series (#2)
Genre: NA Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Foreword Literary
Release Date: Mar 26 2014
Edition/Formats It Will Be Available In:
eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
Melanie Vaughn’s job ruined everything. Her social life, nonexistent. Her relationship with her boyfriend, a hostile roommate situation. She resolves to fix everything one snowy afternoon, but instead comes home to discover her boyfriend is already exploring other options. Blonder, bustier options. Rage drives Melanie to do the unthinkable.
When Soul Divider was on the top of the world, so was Ryder Maddox. When the band faded into obscurity, Ryder’s luck plummeted with it. In a last ditch effort to rekindle the band’s heyday, Soul Divider teams up with powerful vampire clan leader, Talis de Rancourt. In return for her services, the band pays the ultimate price for never ending fame.
Now on the run, Melanie meets Ryder in a middle of nowhere hotel. She never expected her teenage rock star crush to be as lost and as in need of a companion as she is. Their connection is all consuming, even before they find they share another kinship: murder.
The newly turned vampires in Soul Divider still have a lot to learn. The police and public begin to connect the girls that go missing or die in sync with the band’s tour schedule. Back at home, clues are also adding up against Melanie as well. Between constant media coverage and unrelenting attention from the authorities, Melanie and Ryder find themselves in uncharted territory.
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Excerpt:
“What the hell is she doing here?” Drake
Bonham’s words alarmed me, waking me up better than any cup of coffee could at
four in the morning. I tried to hide my shock and act as nonchalant as
possible.
Did I really want to explain what I was
doing here? As much as I wanted a hole in the head.
I
let Ryder take the lead.
“She’s coming with us.” Ryder didn’t look
at Drake when he spoke, unaffected by the tone of his inquisition. His eyes
lost in the shadow of the bill of his baseball cap, he continued playing with
his phone. I stood nervously next to him as he perched on his suitcase. I
wanted desperately to reach out to him for some sort of comfort. I didn’t, in
fear that Drake would swat my hand like an old nun with a ruler.
“No. Maddox, you know the rules. You double
bag it and forget about the chicks when you leave town.” In Drake’s eyes, I was
less important than luggage. I wondered about all the girls who followed the
band around, hoping for a second of Drake’s attention would feel listening to
him right now, talking about me like I was some cheap souvenir.
Ryder sighed and shoved his phone in the
pocket of his motorcycle jacket. “I’ve had enough of the rules. They’ve already
cost me my kids and marriage. How much more do you expect me to give up for
your band? She’s coming with us.”
“That’s right. My band. As your boss, I’m
telling you we don’t need to be transporting groupies all over the country.”
“Don’t worry, she won’t cost you a cent.
I’ll take care of her out of my per diem.”
“She’s not coming.”
“Either she comes with us, or I stay here
with her.” The tension in the room was electric as Ryder and Drake glared at
each other, almost willing each other into a full blown fist fight. The other
members of the band hardly reacted, like this was a regular occurrence. Great.
Was I willing to destroy any more lives to
enter some sort of parallel witness protection plan universe?
I was still recovering from the shock of
learning that Drake regarded the other members of the band like bad children
who couldn’t think for themselves. If it wasn’t for Ryder, Drake wouldn’t have
ever written all of those songs, or had the success he had enjoyed.
No wonder I always liked Ryder better. I
always thought Drake was a pompous ass. What had Erin seen in him?
Even a pretty face couldn’t excuse all that
ugly.
I put my hand on Ryder’s shoulder. “Listen,
I don’t want to cause any trouble. I can meet you there instead.” It might have
been a good idea anyway. Otherwise, my car would be left in the parking lot and
I’d have no way to get home from wherever they left me.
Like I could ever go home again.
“No. It’s no trouble at all. I want you to
come with me.” He looked up at me but didn’t smile.
I could feel the steam rolling off of Drake
as he crossed his arms in front of his chest from the corner of my eye. I
didn’t dare make eye contact with him, lest he incinerate me with his glare.
“It’s cool, I don’t want to cost you your job or anything.”
Drake scoffed, but we both ignored him.
“You won’t. If you’re going to hang around
with me, baby, you need to get used to Drake’s outbursts.” Finally the corners
of Ryder’s mouth turned upward. I nodded and smiled, sneaking a look at Drake.
He rolled his eyes and shook his head.
An awkward silence spread over the lobby as
we waited to board the bus. I tried to distract myself by looking at my phone.
Friends back home were wondering how Jamie and I were faring during the storm,
with some even asking if we needed anything. A friend with electricity and heat
offered her house if the cold was too much to handle. All the kindness
overwhelmed me. I could probably still feign being a power outage victim; it
bought me some time before I had to start answering their questions.
How
long would it take before someone started looking for us because we didn’t
answer them? How long before Angela’s family started searching for her, if not
already?
I attempted to focus, hard, on how excited
I should be to be going on tour with my favorite band. But all I could see was
Angela’s two little girls.
I focused my thoughts again. I’d never been
on a tour bus before, and I wasn’t sure what to expect. We boarded a small
kitchen area first, and rows of bunks eerily stacked like coffins, filled the
middle.
“This is home.” Ryder stopped at the top
bunk off to the right side. He graciously took my bag and slung it up on the
bed. “The lounge area is in back, and the bathroom is right here.” He pointed
to a door at the entrance to the living area. “You know the rules of the bus,
right?”
“No. What rules?” What I thought would be a
party bus was turning into a boarding school on wheels.
Ryder chuckled and blushed. “I can’t
believe I’m saying this to a lady. Serious business, if you know what I mean,
goes in a bag and gets thrown out the window.”
I burst out laughing. “Why on earth would
you do that?”
“You don’t want to be traveling on a
rolling cow patty.”
“Oh my God.” I pictured myself throwing a
bag of crap out of the window onto the side of the road. “That’s so gross.
Funny, but gross.”
“That’s kind of what life is like on the
road.” Adam, the drummer, piped in as he put his stuff in the bunk below us.
“Funny, but gross.”
“I wouldn’t expect much else from five guys
living on a bus.” I smiled at him. He winked at me and headed back toward the
lounge.
Speaking of Drake, where was he? “There are
only four bunks and there are five of you.” I did a head count while looking at
Ryder. “Where does Drake sleep?”
“He has his own bus.”
“What? Are you kidding? He’s too good to
travel with you guys?” And he was concerned about me costing too much money?
Little did he know I could more than pay my own way. And the bastard had his own
bus.
“Something like that.” Ryder shrugged.
Drake was obviously a sore subject. I needed
to stop pouring salt on the wound. Time to switch gears. “So what happens on
this bus?”
“Oh you know, a little of this, a little of
that.” Ryder smiled, leaning against the bunks, making his black T shirt ride
up a little on his stomach, and exposing the line of hair that started at his
belly button disappeared into his jeans. I forced myself to tear my eyes away.
“Do the mice play while the cat is away?” I
traced my finger along his jawbone.
“They do.” He grabbed my hand, putting my
finger into his mouth to suck on it. He had some crazy sharp teeth. I thought I
had imagined it while we were in bed together, but now it felt like he
practically had fangs. I’d never noticed that before. And believe me, I’d spent
a lot of time looking at Ryder Maddox in my life.
“Even if it’s against the rules?” I could
barely manage the words as Ryder’s lips made their way down my arm, his eyes
never leaving mine.
“Especially if it’s against the rules.” He
pulled me in close, nuzzling my neck.
“Jesus, if you two are going to fuck, at
least come to the common area so we can enjoy the show!” A thick Scottish
accent jeered from the couch. Thomas, the bassist who replaced Chaz, had already
cracked into a beer and had a game controller in his lap. “I’d rather watch
you, lovie, than fight these bloody dragons for the thousandth time.”
“She’s not that kind of girl, Tommy.” Ryder
pulled away, looking annoyed.
“They’re all that kind of girl, mate.”
Ryder rolled his eyes and smiled at me,
shaking his head. “That’s why your credit card is maxed out on porn. You need
to treat a girl like a lady to get them to stick around.” He turned back at me
and pulled my face towards his. “I’m ready for a private viewing.”
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Author
Information:
Kristen shares a birthday with Steven Tyler
and Diana Ross. She spends each day
striving to be half as fabulous as they are.
She’s worn many hats, none as flattering as her cowboy hat: banker,
retail manager, fledgling web designer, world’s worst cocktail waitress, panty
slinger, now makeup artist and aspiring author.
She loves sunshine, live music, the middle of nowhere, and finding new
things to put in her house. Kristen is
represented by Pam van Hylckama Vlieg of Foreword Literary.
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Thanks for featuring Night Moves today!
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My pleasure, Kristen. :-)
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