Gorgeous Ethan Ross believes he’s immune to love. He’s a
lead member of, Deep Dream, a rock band that often plays at StarZ, an
up-market, and mysterious, New Orleans rock club. He’s never short of romantic
offers, so, he reasons, why bring love into the equation? He also works in
StarZ as a bartender, which is great cover for what he really is and gives the
ladies the opportunity to flock to him. He’s seen some strange things there,
but Ethan isn’t easily shocked, after all, he’s been around a long time.
When music magazine journalist, Anna Prideaux visits StarZ
to interview his band, she’s drawn to Ethan in a way she’s never experienced
before. As she returns to the club time and again in the hope he will ask her
out, she slowly becomes aware that the club holds real mystery. Who are the
beautiful people that frequent the club and what really happens in clouds, the
private upstairs bar?
Anna is ready to give up the idea of ever gaining Ethan’s
attention when handsome Remy Dubois hits on her.
Sparks start to fly as Ethan feels...what...not a twinge of
jealousy, surely?
Who will win Anna’s heart and how low will the two men stoop
to do it?
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Anna Prideaux talked with Marcus the bass guitarist in Ethan’s
band. She recorded what he said on her smartphone so when her thoughts strayed
to Ethan and her gaze followed, she didn’t feel guilty about missing what this
strange man said. Jolene and the twins had gone off with the roadies and Anna wondered
if she’d get to interview the three band members later.
StarZ fascinated Anna, and not just because Ethan was in it,
although with his gorgeous looks and exciting aura he drew her there when she
should have been elsewhere. She’d soaked up the club atmosphere for a couple of
weeks, drinking in the strange charge of mystery and secrets that permeated
even the luxury leather seating in the booths along one wall. Carvings of
crescent moons, pentagonal stars, and interlocking S and Z for StarZ adorned
the table panels. There was an air of great age about the place, and yet the
building was only around a hundred years old.
The center of the large main room was opulent. The raised
area of the stage was fronted by a parquet dance floor that magically never deteriorated,
despite the spiked heels of ladies who gyrated to the music. The bar counter
sparkled with mirror tiles reflected in an ornate mirrored splash back, and yet
beyond this glitz the light petered out. Balconies and an outside garden were
reserved for smoking, but a swirling mist of semi-darkness that resembled smoke
was ever present closer to the walls and promised corridors of the club
interior.
Starz earned a place on the list of the most cool rock
venues in town. People flocked to the place for the live band music and the
laissez-faire dress code. Anna learned this attitude also extended to most
behavior and she’d recently seen couples doing more than kissing in the dimly
lit back booths. There was that weird upstairs bar, too, made even more
intriguing by the way she’d heard people refer to it as the clouds. She knew it
was by invitation only that anyone gained entry, and it seemed from her
inquires that you had to have been a member of the club for a very long time,
or be one of the ‘in crowd’ who gravitated around the owner, Tate, like moons
around an exotic planet. Anna had sent him a message once on the spur of the
moment, regrettably only on a scrap of paper, and via one of the bartenders,
asking if he might accept an interview. There’d been no answer, but Tate had
cast Anna a mysterious smile as he passed that night with his entourage of
deliciously strange people.
She wasn’t prone to flights of fancy, but Anna instinctively
knew this club held mystery, magic, and romance. It breathed with a life of its
own. People appeared and disappeared into the darkness at the back of the club.
Ethan went in there too. His band sometimes played in the clouds. Ethan had the
bluest eyes she’d ever seen. He sang and played the guitar in a way that
captivated her, held her suspended in awe with her heart hammering, and desire
coursing through every cell. Anna thought about Ethan every night when she was
in bed trying to sleep. She recalled his perfect mouth and longed to trace a
finger over his lips. She pined for the feel of his muscular arms around her. She
imagined sweeping her hands along his hard body.
She sighed. Ethan treated her as if she was some pesky kid. And there’s
no way he’s much older than I am.
Copyright Elodie Parkes, Hot Ink Press an imprint of Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing
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