A
showplace for talent. A playground for love. STARSTRUCK. A new contemporary
continuity series by Beth Ciotta, Cynthia Valero, and Elle J Rossi. Three
authors. One world. Launching with Ciotta’s sexy novella—Obsessed.
A Fallen Star…
A
hot-mess of controversy and scandal, Dakota Breeze—tarnished pop star of fading
fame and fortune—accepts a friend’s offer, taking refuge in a small Midwestern
town in order to rehearse her comeback concert in secret. Starstruck is the
perfect venue however rehearsals are marred by Dakota’s reluctance to resurrect
her former bad-girl persona and complicated by an anonymous death threat.
A Haunted Bodyguard…
Enlisted
by a mutual friend, Wyatt MacDermott—a seasoned protection specialist—agrees to
act as Dakota’s temporary bodyguard. Forced to set aside a personal grudge in
order to fulfill his duties, Mac’s stunned by his fierce and instant attraction
to the reckless celebrity he’s long associated with his greatest regret.
Obsessed
with conflicting needs and united passion, Dakota and Wyatt spin out of
control, indulging in a whirlwind affair and tempting an avenger’s wrath.
As soon as Mac locked the door, Dakota turned and backed him
against the wall. “You may not care about the order, but I do. You can ask me
anything you want. After,” she said while working the buttons of his white
shirt. “Knowing me could be a total turn off. Considering we’re hot
and bothered now let’s do thisnow. I—”
“What happened to not talking this to death?” He reversed their
position. Unknotted her shrug.
She opened his shirt. Pressed her lips to his impressive chest
while pushing his jacket from his equally impressive shoulders.
He expedited the process, ridding himself of the jacket and shirt
while kissing her stupid.
There would be no overthinking this. She could barely breathe, let
alone conjure a coherent sentence. She felt the soft fabric of her dress
skimming up her body, along with his hands. His mouth played over her cheek,
her jaw, her neck, her ear—an endless kiss as he stripped away her clothes and
senses.
He broke away long enough to admire her pink bra and thong.
Her skin sizzled as he devoured her form. Bare. Lush.
“Gorgeous,” was all he said, yet she read so much more in his
eyes.
Your body, your curves—perfect. Size eight? Why would you want to
be anything less?
Her heart pounded as he freed her hair of its twisted knot. Her
stomach coiled as his fingers skimmed the waistline of her thong. His fingers
dipped beneath the satin—a brush, a touch. Fleeting. Teasing.
Frantic with desire, Dakota attacked his belt and zipper. “The
last two days have been nothing but foreplay. Let’s skip to the main
event.”
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Beth lives in NJ with her husband, two zany dogs, and a
crazy cat. A retired professional performer, Beth now pours her artistic
passion into her writing. To learn more about her colorful life, visit her
website at www.bethciotta.com
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