SHE MEANS BUSINESS
Twenty-three year old Katana James can shred on the guitar. Not that anyone would know, as she’s spent most of her time working on a popular news and gossip website for Heavy Metal fans since her own band broke up. But her dreams are in reach when she gets an audition to play with her favorite band, Bleeding Vengeance. Kat won’t let her gender, her anxiety disorder, or even the pranks of a malicious stalker stand in her way. The only thing to threaten her focus? A growing fascination with the group’s brilliant, mysterious bass player.
HE OFFERS PLEASURE
Klement Burke has always been the heart, soul and brain of Bleeding Vengeance. He’s the kind of rock star who stays in the shadows, a perfectionist more interested in satisfying his brain than other parts of his body. Until he auditions Katana James. At first it seemed a perfect idea, as he’s been aware of her talent for some time. But meeting her in the flesh ignites thoughts far from professional. Despite the conflict of work, the odds against her falling for a geek like him, and a secret he’s been hiding, his heart, body and soul now belong to Kat.
Katana is a strong woman who fights for what she wants, and she wants to be in a heavy metal band playing guitar. Klement is the quiet bassist who is keeping a secret from Katana. But when old lives and secrets come the relationship between the 2 is hit hard.
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album pictures or on stage. Long, sandy blond hair caressed his shoulders,
curling slightly at the ends. His blue-green eyes danced with mischief and
intelligence. Some strange, intense feeling tightened Kat’s stomach and chest,
making it hard to breathe.
herself and nodded. “Yes, I’m Katana.”
biggest crush. Kat didn’t know what would be worse: Klement rejecting her, or
humiliating herself in front of Cliff. Sucking in a deep breath, she squeezed
the handle of her guitar case in a death grip and followed.
she’d only seen from a distance on stage at concerts and up close on posters on
her wall. Roderick Powell eyed her up and down with a friendly smile.
hand, hoping she didn’t look too star-struck. “I’m Katana James.”
those blistering samples we heard.”
the band. Cliff Tracey stood only five feet away. Her breath halted as she took
in the sight of his rich chestnut curls, chocolate eyes and sculpted jaw. The
man was too beautiful for words.
cheeks. “So you’re ‘Metal-Kat’ fromMetalness.com. You’re even better-looking than
your partner. But you look too cute for this work.”
her how it went.
your memorial post for Lefty did him justice.”
feet, feeling depressed and awkward at bringing up that tragic day when Lefty
had been found dead from a cocaine overdose in his hotel room during the band’s
tour with Viciӧus. Kin had called
her both right after it happened and then at the memorial service, knowing Kat
wished she was there herself to honor the memory of her idol.
again full-force. She didn’t want to usurp Lefty. She wanted to honor his
legacy. She prayed they would see that.
not flirt with a potential colleague.
vintage Gibson Flying V.
bassist’s eyes. In all her twenty-three years, no one had ever taken her so
seriously before. Even Kinley often rolled her eyes at her, accusing her of
being too girly. Kat wanted more than anything to be worthy of this respect.
where speaker cabinets were arranged along with a set of whammy pedals. “Right
she could hear the music and instructions from the console station behind the
glass. “We’ll be back there keeping an eye on things, but try to pretend you’re
exhibit. Kat swallowed, mouth dry.
somehow familiar. “We’re going to start with ‘Sorrow’s Harvest.’ Are you
only the scratch guitar section was gone and Cliff’s voice sounded more pure.
Closing her eyes, Kat struck the first chord just in time. The faces of her
audience faded from her awareness as fierce concentration overtook her being,
focus on touching each string at the right time, adding the correct pressure,
making her instrument sing. Like an auditory engineer, she focused on one note
and then the next until the song finished and triumph straightened her spine.
She hadn’t messed up. In fact, she’d sounded pretty good.
play like that?”
Kat shrugged. “I just keep trying until I get it right.”
long and intently. “Why do you play?”
He smiled with such understanding and satisfaction that her body warmed. “That’s right. Now let’s see how well you learned the new songs.”
She lives in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho with her son, her cat, and a 1980 Datsun 210.