COME UNDONE Romance Stories Inspired by the Music of Duran Duran
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Blurb:
Once upon a time in the 80s there was a band, whose members stole the hearts of many a young girl. With their guyliner, unique fashion and music that struck through the heart, Duran Duran changed how we hear and see music. Today nine hot romance authors bring you stories inspired by their music.
New Moon on Monday by Kim Carmichael
Though she wants to experience the world and write poems, Luna Morrow conforms rather than allow her creativity to soar. Pampered, passionate, fashion designer Owen “Blake” Blakeney finds his muse the moment he spots a gorgeous, alternative waitress at the Club New Moon. After a wanton tryst in the back room of the club, Luna disappears. With his sights set on finding Luna, he sets out on a quest, to locate his mystery girl, and convince her to walk in his fashion show, though he never expected her to walk into his heart.Ordinary World by Solera Winters
After a chance encounter at a coffee shop, an accident leaves employment agent Tessa Toussaint in a coma, while techie Yancy Howard finds his dreams filled with this fascinating woman. As the clock ticks on Tessa’s condition, Yancy falls deeper for the woman in his dreams.Hungry Like the Wolf by Louisa Bacio
Janie never imagined her deepest fantasies coming true. She’d been flirting with the hot DJ at an ’80s club, but taking the interaction to another level seemed impossible. Until she runs into Tyler, her high school boyfriend, on the dance floor, and he makes all the right moves.Before the Rain by Kerry Adrienne
The war is over, but the rain continues, day and night. The rebel faction, Verity, enlists Maddox to safely guide assassin Allana, out of the city. No problem. He’ll escort her, get paid, and return to his life. But the more he learns about the mysterious and beautiful assassin, the more she intrigues him. With the world falling apart around them, they must decide if they can trust each other despite the deceptions they face. If they can’t, they’ll die.Wild Boys by C. Margery Kempe
It’s the end of the world and Digger’s trapped in a prison with some very wild boys. He loves the charismatic Joey, but he’s too busy fighting to be leader to notice. What are the odds they’ll all kill one another before they can escape?Love Voodoo by Alyssa Breck
After a chance tarot card reading in a New Orleans voodoo shop, vampire Luca is intrigued by Collette, an alluring woman with uncanny intuition. Getting intimately involved with a human is the last thing Luca has in mind, but Collette wins his trust and their friendship grows into something deeper. When Luca’s clan learns that he has asked Collette to perform a spell against his psychotic sire, a deadly chain of events unravels that will change their lives.Union of the Snake by KC Burn
After his fellow human colonists were enslaved by the Hilruda, Zerek, smuggler extraordinaire, made pissing off the alien oppressors both a career and a calling. When Essian, a sexy clan leader of the planet’s third species, needs Zerek’s help to fulfill a prophecy, the temptation of taking down the Hilruda is too good to pass up. Falling for Essian is not part of the plan.Girls on Film by Linnea Alexis
After years of trying to break into mainstream movies, adult film actress Sophie Greene lands a role in a major motion picture. But not everyone is celebrating her good fortune. Her lover, Greg Vega, wants her to quit films entirely. And when a stalker emerges and begins sabotaging her career move, things get downright dangerous.Rio by Sabrina Sol
When workaholic CFO Chase Simon is forced to take a tropical vacation, he sure as hell doesn’t expect to enjoy it. But when he finds out that he’ll be spending the next seven days with Rio, a sexy celebrity dancer from his past, his doubts begin to fade. Will life in the real world ever be the same for Chase again after discovering paradise in Rio’s arms?
Playlist for Come Undone
NEW MOON ON MONDAY – Kim Carmichael
The passion takes place at the New Moon on Monday
ORDINARY WORLD – Solera Winters
A man dreams of an extraordinary love hoping his dreams can survive in an ordinary world.
HUNGRY LIKE THE WOLF – Louisa Bacio
Only music and passion can satisfy her hunger for the past.
BEFORE THE RAIN – Kerry Adrienne
Love wasn’t as complicated before the rain.
WILD BOYS – C. Margery Kempe
Even at the end of the world, no prison can hold these wild boys!
LOVE VOODOO – Alyssa Breck
Not even the immortal are immune to the voodoo of love.
UNION OF THE SNAKE – KC Burn
Find redemption in the Union of the Snake.
GIRLS ON FILM – Linnea Alexis
Some people can’t tell the difference between real life and reel life.
RIO – Sabrina Sol
He never expected to find paradise in the arms of Rio.
Excerpts:
New Moon on Monday by Kim Carmichael
She grabbed her bag and made her way toward the door.
A low laugh escaped his throat.
Though she willed herself to keep going, some unknown force within her caused her to stop right beside him. “Now you’re laughing at me?”
“Never.” He shook his head. “I was only admiring how delightfully small in stature you are without your heels.”
Delightful and her mixed as well as mayonnaise and red wine, or in her case a designer and a waitress. “Don’t you designer types like them long and lanky?”
“I believe a woman is meant to have curves. Clothes should caress the body, make the wearer feel as if they are being made love to. They should enhance what is already there, but they should never let anyone feel as if they don’t fit.” He leaned down to her ear. “Hear my words, always believe them…you are gorgeous.”
Maybe it was his cologne, or the way his breath brushed against her ear, or just the sheer fact every woman wanted to hear those words. Maybe she wanted to look at him one more time. Maybe it was something completely different, but she turned and his lips swept over hers.
His wasn’t the kiss of some creeper. A man who dug right in with all tongue and mouth and no build up. Rather, his was the kiss of someone who knew how to kiss, how to take things slowly, and let the act grow on its own.
Before she consciously realized it, she found herself responding. Her body heated and her moan vibrated through her. By the time he opened his mouth, she craved his taste and deepened the kiss on her own. As if thinking with one mind, the moment their tongues connected, they grabbed each other. He pulled her in tight against him, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
She couldn’t remember the last time she had truly been kissed, kissed well and by someone who seemed to need the contact as much as she.
“Gorgeous.” He growled the word and tilted his head, giving her another kiss, this one hard and demanding. “Sexy.” He slid his lips down to her neck and cupped her breast in his hand. “Magnificent.” Once more he found her mouth.
Her body flooded with a need she’d suppressed for far too long. As he caressed her every curve, she took him in as well, running her hands down the muscles in his back and over his stomach. The man was built, the ideal combination of lean and strong.
A haze of lust clouded out her good sense, her mind, even reality. All that existed were the two of them, their hands, their mouths and the thrilling sensations igniting her body on fire. Acting on instinct, she grazed her palm over the massive bulge in the front of his expensive woolen pants and her mouth watered. If his kisses were any indication, he would be an extremely satisfying lover.
Ordinary World by Solera Winters
“Do you play as hard as you work?” She ran a hand along the desk.
“Sometimes, though I admit, work has taken first place for a while now.” Slow down, he reminded himself. He longed to tell her he wanted her to change that aspect of his life. Too soon. What happened to barnstorming the unknown? “Uh–“
“Me too, on the work, but I totally want to change that. Calling in today is a first step, maybe for both of us?” She kicked off her heels and moved toward the loveseat. Then in a similar action to what she used with Quark, she held her hand out and waited.
He liked to think he was smarter than the dog. At least he moved faster. Entwining his fingers in hers, he sank beside her and drew her toward him. Careful to embrace the moment, he didn’t crush her to him. He slid an arm around her shoulders and slipped a finger under her chin to position her mouth.
Her nostrils flared just the slightest, and he accepted the invitation. The kiss started soft. He caressed her lips with his, moving over them, tasting the chocolate mixed with coffee and the undertones of distinct flavors belonging only to Tessa. Her mouth opened and he deepened the kiss, exploring her with his tongue. He massaged her neck before letting his hand lower to her breasts. His destination strained toward him, begging for his touch. Her little whimpers urged him to continue.
Though they were still covered by her suit, he palmed her breasts, grazing over her nipples.
Without further urging, she unbuttoned the jacket and guided his hand to her breasts.
Coming up for breath, he leaned in to see the treasures she offered. Creamy skin peeked out from the wine colored bra. He pinched a nipple and then the other. The actions elicited a groan. Instead of using his particular talent for unhooking the bra with one hand, he nuzzled her neck, drawing little designs with his tongue over the place where her heartbeat pulsed.
Her breathing sped up, definitely a good sign. “Hm. Yancy?”
So filled with the sounds of her pleasure, he almost didn’t recognize his name. “Yes?” His murmur didn’t preclude his search for more of her fabulous responses.
“Where’s the bedroom?” The words came between shallow gasps for air.
Again, rather than asking for clarification, he chose to go with the flow. “We have time.” When she went to remove the rest of her clothing, he stilled her hand. “Let me. I want to ‘cherish your existence.'”
Hungry Like the Wolf by Louisa Bacio
The smooth vocals of the DJ segued from one song to the next. “Thanks all for coming out tonight,” he said, and the crowd roared. “And for those who really got the beat, I’m watching you.”
Talk about teen crushes. DJ Knife had been popular since way back when. He used to host some of the first video shows on TV. His blonde hair hung long, covering one eye, and his accent drew in the listeners. Now, he wore it cropped short and he was making even more of a revival. If the teen girls used to chase him down, Janie wouldn’t put it past the women recapturing their youth. Hell, she wouldn’t toss him out of bed.
Although the music was less loud in the VIP area, she caught the opening of the Go-Go’s, and she bounced her knee.
One drink and a little bit of chatting, and she’d relaxed. The seam of Tyler’s body to hers stitched tighter, Tyler inched his hand up her thigh, and she watched him without stopping the forward advancement. She shifted a bit, letting her legs open, and he brushed his fingertips across her panties.
Before the Rain by Kerry Adrienne
The pounding of boots on the wet pavement startled him and Maddox turned in time to see a squadron of Sentinels heading down the road, long gear and Lancers in hand.
Headed right toward them.
Tactically intelligent but emotionally brainless, the Confessor’s soldiers would shoot to kill, or worse, torture them. Maddox’s heart shrieked panic, but his brain went into overdrive. Think, man. Run?
“Maddox!” Allana yanked his jacket.
He turned to tell her to be quiet, but she wrapped her arms around his neck. Before he could take a breath to speak, she had pulled his head down and had her mouth pressed to his.
Raindrops slipped down his forehead and slid down his nose, but he kept his lips to hers. The tromp, tromp of boots passing behind lulled him and for a moment, he forgot the danger and relished the sweet sensation that was Allana’s kiss. With the bulky cloak draped over her, he couldn’t get a good grip on her back so he held the wet folds of fabric tight. She was the perfect height for him to bend his head and meet her mouth with his own. She put her hands on his face and kissed him softly, though he knew if he could feel her heartbeat, it would be racing as hard as his.
A dangerous kiss.
Suddenly, the sound of boots faded and only the rain remained.
“They’re gone.” Her eyes opened wide, a deep blue or maybe dusky purple in the dimly lit park. Raindrops settled on her lashes and she blinked them away. “Maddox?”
He shook his head. Back to business. “That was a smart diversion.” He winked.
She stared.
“We’ve got to get to the rain sewer before we run across more Sentinels. This way.” He smirked and strode off.
“They teach us how to handle anything,” she called from behind.
“Bet they do.”
Wild Boys by C. Margery Kempe
“Huh.” Joey shook his head. “How did you manage to get that close without them noticing you?”
Digger laughed a little, feeling foolish, but proud. “The vents.”
“Vents?” Joey looked down at him. His face looked so handsome in the twilight, as if the dying light captured something golden within him.
Digger swallowed. “The air vents. I’m small enough to fit in them, though I have to kind of wiggle backward to get back out again.”
Joey smiled, his white teeth shining in the growing darkness. “That’s really clever! What made you think of that?”
“Well, ah…” Digger was reluctant to say, but Joey seemed to guess anyway.
“It’s not the first time you’ve done that.”
“No, it’s not.”
“I wonder what things you’ve seen from up there.” He was still smiling, but his voice was so quiet he was almost whispering. “It’s fun to be a voyeur sometimes.”
Digger didn’t know what to say. He was even more surprised when Joey laid a large hand on his thigh and let it rest there. The warmth of his palm scorched Digger’s leg,
Love Voodoo by Alyssa Breck
Collette lit the cigarette and puffed hard.
“I didn’t know you smoked,” Luca said. “I can usually smell it on people.”
“I don’t really. I only smoke when I drink. And they’re cloves, so not like regular cigarettes.” She exhaled the smoke toward the sky. “They make your lips taste sweet.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.” She leaned her back against the brick wall and licked her bottom lip. “Wanna taste?”
He smiled and raised an eyebrow. “Sure. Why not?”
She took another drag off the cigarette and, before she could blow it out, Luca moved in close, covered her mouth with his and inhaled. She let the smoke go and he breathed it in.
Luca let it come out through his nose, then licked her lip. “Mmm. Does taste sweet.” He gripped her hip with one hand and kissed her. “I bet that’s not all that tastes good.”
Union of the Snake by KC Burn
Zerek held up his hands in what he hoped was an unthreatening manner, but resolutely refused to step back. Last thing he wanted was to get bitten—Essian’s venom would undoubtedly be lethal—but he’d faced danger many times before. “Sorry. I just…don’t know how it works.”
With an agitated tongue flicker, Essian spun around and Zerek pursed his lips. He’d had a chance to check out a fully naked Essian from the front, and fear of Essian’s anger meant he’d missed it. Of all the mud sucking luck.
The creek burbled happily, while Zerek waited for Essian to say something.
“I am sorry too. I shouldn’t have gotten angry over an innocent question. I meant that my son doesn’t have the temperament or desire to lead. Forcing him into that role will only make everyone unhappy. Siblings, if they exist, often become part of the circle of clan leader’s advisors. Leadership does not always fall to the eldest.”
“Two kids, that’s a good number.” Like Zerek knew. In the encampments, more kids meant more hands to help with work, but meant more mouths to feed as well. He had no idea what a good number was for anyone, much less a clan leader.
“I have eight children. Another way in which I differed from my father. He was barely fertile.”
Aside from knowing Essian had a whole litter of kids and proved fertile, there was something odd about his words, but Zerek sensed pushing wouldn’t get him anything.
He also wanted to know if the mother of his children was a true mate he’d heard stories about. Like the prophecy and the seers, Zerek didn’t believe in the concept of a true mate, but he knew the Kadrussians did. Marriages and procreation happened in their absence, though, so Zerek assumed the concept was some sort of delusion on the part of love-sick people.
Imagining Essian with his true mate was like having hundreds of splinters in his skin, so he turned his thoughts toward the challenges of the following day while he finished washing. Tomorrow, they’d face the first place where Zerek’s skills would truly be useful.
Unlike Essian, he pulled on his underclothes while he was still damp. Past experience taught him they’d dry quickly enough, and he needed something to hide behind. Being naked with a man he desired, who didn’t desire him back, made him feel more vulnerable than anything else in his life.
Girls on Film by Linnea Alexis
Carrying the bottle of Chardonnay, he returned to the living room. Sophie stood in front of the sofa, facing him.
She held out her hand. “Dance with me.”
He set the bottle on the coffee table, pulled her into an embrace, and they swayed to the music. He closed his eyes and pressed his growing arousal against her, allowing the music to carry him away to the first time they made love. Their second anniversary was coming up. Since Sophie, he hadn’t touched another woman. Didn’t have to. Didn’t want to. Sophie was all he wanted, or needed.
“Greg?”
“Hmmm,” he murmured, his face buried in her hair. When he inhaled her scent, he was home. “This is nice, isn’t it?”
“The best.” Her voice—husky, barely audible—only added fuel to his passion. Her gray eyes, dark with desire, nearly brought him to his knees. A low, rumbling sound came from deep inside his chest. Her lips parted slightly. He bracketed her face with his hands and plundered her mouth, taking what she offered.
Rio by Sabrina Sol
Of course she still wanted him.
That’s why she was always so on edge whenever he was around. Her pride wouldn’t let her show him that she still thought about their one night together. So she had done everything to make him believe the opposite.
She didn’t want to want him.
Yet when he stroked the inside of her wrist with his thumb and moved his face closer to hers, her resolve to push him away nearly evaporated.
Nearly.
“You said it yourself. We’re too different. We don’t work well together,” she whispered and met his gaze head on.
He pulled her against him fully, and she felt his growing arousal. “I was wrong. There’s one thing we both know that we do together pretty fucking well.”
Chase whispered the last few words against her mouth. When she didn’t protest, he pushed in for a kiss. Warm, soft, and tentative.
It was nice, but nothing she couldn’t walk away from. That is until his tongue swiped her bottom lip and jolted alive every sense, every nerve, making the rest of her resolve shatter in his arms. Sighing, she grabbed his shirt with both hands and kissed him back with fervor. His arms wrapped around her body, hugging her as if she might be carried away by the ocean breeze.
Their kisses turned hard and demanding, almost punishing. As if each of them had a price to pay for withholding such pleasure for so long.
“God, I almost forgot how good you taste. So fucking sweet, like cherry,” he mumbled in between kisses. “I want to taste you everywhere. Please tell me you’re going to let me?”
The thought of him licking her somewhere else made her legs weak in anticipation. “Yes, yes I’ll let you.”
