From the award-winning author of TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT comes the final full-length standalone contemporary romance in Erika Kelly’s red-hot Rock Star Romance series, MORE THAN A FEELING. A steamy and emotional story about a loner rocker finding his perfect duet, MORE THAN A FEELING finds the perfect pitch and will leave you with more than a song in your heart! Grab your copy of MORE THAN A FEELING today!
About MORE THAN A FEELING:
From the award-winning author of TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT comes the final story in her red-hot Rock Star Romance series, about a loner rocker finding his perfect duet.
When Cooper Hood left Snowberry, Montana ten years ago, he swore he’d never go back to the town that painted him with the same brush as his addict mother. But right in the middle of his band’s national tour he gets a call to come home: his mom’s got a whopper of a secret to reveal.
Daisy Charbonneau’s in trouble. The talent she hired for her resort’s annual Huckleberry Festival just bailed on her, and she’s desperate to find a replacement act. Luck turns her way when she discovers her high school crush is back in town—and he happens to be a rock star.
As they work together, a crush deepens into so much more, but who falls in love in two weeks?
Especially when Cooper’s never coming back to town, and Daisy’s never going to leave it.
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A Review of MORE THAN A FEELING by Erika Kelly
From the beginning, author Erika Kelly captured me with her realistic portrayal of a small-town boy who made it big in the music industry as a member of Blue Fire. As she carefully weaved the story of a young man who had lived such an unstable childhood, feeling rejected from the entire town, feeling as if he was not good enough for anyone, Cooper Hood embraced the life a Rockstar. Women knew nothing of his past, and partying kept him busy. But when he returns to his hometown to meet his mother and learn the truth about his father, his heart and his head find themselves at war when he comes face to face with the one person he has tried to forget.
Daisy Charbonneau was the girl who had captured his heart long ago, the girl who had been the “light to his dark, the pure to his filth.” So when their paths cross, his heart can’t help but begin to beat again. But Cooper has no desire to stay in Snowberry. He is there to find out the truth from his mother, help her with the house, and simply secure a band for the next leg of the tour. He doesn’t have time to even think about a relationship—even if his heart seems to want something else. Yet, as Daisy and Cooper end up working together to support one another with their projects, the two can’t help but become close. However, when insecurities rear their ugly heads for both parties involved, communication fails and hearts can be broken.
As a newcomer to this series, I cannot say that I was lost or confused by this last installment. In fact, I found myself completely drawn into the group of musicians and can’t wait to go back to the beginning and see how each member of the band found the one person to compliment their life. Erika Kelly is an incredibly talented writer who built complex characters with realistic insecurities and problems that allowed them to show their vulnerability and flawed humanity. Weaving these characters into a detailed and complex situation, adding twist and turns to the secret behind Cooper’s father, allowed for an intriguing story that captivated this reader. This story is a hit that should go platinum.
Daisy’s fingers trailed across his shoulders as she breezed past him. Her warm vanilla and honey scent swirled in her wake, and he felt like that boy all over again who’d lived in a state of hyperawareness around her. The boy who’d noticed the way her dark hair pooled onto the desk as she’d hunch forward to write, her fingers curled around a pencil. The way the tendons in her neck strained when she’d hit and held a high note. Her burst of laughter in the music room had made him stop whatever he’d been doing just to witness her joy.
He’d hoarded all those images, those sacred moments, to pull out and comfort him as he lay alone in the dark woods, waiting for his home to be safe enough to go back inside.
She would never know it, but she’d been his saving grace.
Taking her seat across from him, she set two little pots on the table. Her vivid blue eyes sparkled in the candlelight. “Try this.” She held a spoon out to him.
Letting her feed him was just too damn intimate, so he took it from her and fed himself. Creamy dark chocolate filled his senses. “Mousse?” Although it was denser, the chocolate more velvety. Richer. “It’s good.”
“It’s a Pot de Crème.” She scooped another mound for herself. Turning the spoon upside down, she brought it to her mouth, closing her eyes when her tongue touched the chocolate. She moaned, and her tongue swept across her bottom lip.
Desire surged through him, and he couldn’t help wondering if she’d look like that in bed. If she’d go all slack and dreamy-eyed when he sucked a nipple into his mouth.
His blood rose at the image of Daisy naked beneath him, back arching, her hands digging into his hair, holding him to her as if she never wanted him to go away.
She opened her eyes and licked the damn spoon. “I had my mom make it just for you.” The silky fabric of her shirt draped over her breasts, accentuating their round fullness. Desire pulsed through him.
Jesus, would you stop already?
“Let’s try this one.” She slid the edge of her fork into the cake, a cream-covered strawberry sliding out. “It’s my favorite.” The Montana sapphire studs glittered in her ears, and her lush mouth curved into a smile. His dick went hard.
He accepted the fork, but even when the cake and cream hit his tongue he couldn’t taste a thing. Because the only thing in his mind, heart, and body was the primal, urgent need to taste her.
All that teenage longing came roaring back. He wanted her more than ever. And not because she was beautiful and had a body his hands were dying to explore, but because every single cell in his body reacted to her. Wanted her. Yearned for her.
And this was why he’d never come back to Snowberry. He didn’t want to yearn for the things he couldn’t have. Didn’t want to wait for his mother to give him a crumb of her attention. Didn’t want to be around these people who’d only ever looked at him with disgust.
“What do you think? Delicious?” Daisy’s voice yanked him out of the negativity.
And he was damn glad. Because his past didn’t matter anymore. He was a man now. He’d made his way in the world. And he had a chance to be that man around Daisy. His gaze on her mouth, he said, “Hell, yes.”
About Erika Kelly:
Award-winning author Erika Kelly has been spinning romantic tales all her life–she just didn’t know it. Raised on the classics, she didn’t discover romantic fiction until later in life. From that moment on, she’s been devouring the genre and has found her true voice as an author. Over three decades she’s written poems, screenplays, plays, short stories, and all kinds of women’s fiction novels. Married to the love of her life and raising four children, she’s lived in two countries and seven states, but give her pen and paper, a stack of good books, and a steaming mug of vanilla chai latte and she can make her home anywhere.
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