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Blurb
As the crowd cheers and the music blasts,
I’m content to let my bandmates take center stage.
They can steal the spotlight while I get lost in the thumping beats.There, in the shadows of our building fame,
my secrets remain safely hidden, or so I thought.

Quinn wants to uncover all of my pain.
See every scar.
Yet the ugly truth carved on my heart could be enough to drive her away.

I didn’t want the world to know.
But now my past has come back to haunt me.
Will I lose the girl and my dream too, when everything I desperately tried to hide comes crashing down around me?

Dive into the gritty world of rock-and-roll with Jet, the second installment of The Sinful Seven series, where the past and present collide!

Excerpts

He’s so serious and I know with all of my heart, he’d keep me safe. His lips are so close to mine that all I need to do is just sit taller and I could taste what I’ve been missing. And I do, when he moans, I take it to the next level by straddling his lap. Never breaking contact. Love the feel of his cock straining between my thighs. If I wasn’t devouring him, I’d make sure to tell him the only Rockstar I want is him.

“Quinn, fuck baby. I’m gonna come in my pants if you keep grinding on me like that.” Well, I guess I need to fix that real quick.

My lips never leave his but my hands do some roaming of their own. A snap, a zip and he seizes my wrists in his hands. Stopping me from going any further. He searches my face when we break apart, I’m sure I look like a woman possessed, but I don’t care. My feet are constantly telling me to run, but my heart is what’s keeping me here. I’ve never felt like this with anyone before. Not even Zander.

“You can continue pushing me away and I’ll just keep coming back. I’m like a boomerang, I’ll keep coming back. I want you, Jet.” I wait with bated breath and for the life of me I have no idea how this is going to play out. Until, he flips me over and pins me with his solid body.

With his hands cupping my face, he leans in and whispers, “I can’t promise you tomorrow, but I can promise you today.”

Copyright © 2021 Connie Lafortune

Walking into my apartment after several months on the Distraction tour feels irrelevant. Something that should be comforting feels strange. It’s as if my favorite pair of jeans are too tight and suffocating. I’m sure that might sound crazy to some, but it’s the only way I can describe it. Like I don’t belong here anymore.

After tossing my bags on the floor, I walk through every room and throw open the windows. The clean, crisp air assaults my senses, letting me breathe easier. Now it doesn’t feel as stifling as it did when I first arrived.

With my hands tucked inside my jeans pockets, I pace around the apartment and take it all in. The colorless walls probably look bare to most—sure, they’re drab and in desperate need of a pop of color. For me, they reflect the person I am deep down inside.

Detached, uncaring, and dead.

It’s pathetic that this is the only place in this vast universe that I get to be myself. Not the celebrated rockstar everyone thinks they know, or the bassist for The Sinful Seven, or Lucas’s best friend for that matter. Just Me, and it scares me shitless because I’m not sure about the man who lives inside of this head anymore.

Too many times to count, I get lost inside of myself and go to an evil place. It’s lonely and somewhere I only visit on occasion, but it burrows beneath my skin, festers there, no matter how many years go by. Doesn’t matter how long, this hell I make for myself is always waiting to tear me apart. Forcing me to question everything I am or ever thought I could be. . .

Copyright © 2021 Connie Lafortune

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“A Little Bit Sweet and a Whole Lot of Naughty”

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LUCAS
The Sinful Seven (Book 1)

A NEW Series by Connie Lafortune

Blurb:

My face is splashed on every tabloid.
My reputation notorious.
I’m the quintessential bad-boy Rockstar whose addiction is women.
I savor a new “flavor” every night, then I cut and run with no false promises to call.

But recently, one sexy little barista has snaked into my veins. I’m craving far more than the mean cup of Joe she slings. Abby ignites a fire in my soul, making me burn for her in ways I never thought possible. I’ve been warned that love and lust are a dangerous combination.

Will Abby be my latest distraction? Or the fatal overdose of a deadly attraction?

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Chapter One

Sipping a glass of wine while watching the sun dip below the horizon, might be considered gratifying to most people. It would be a perfect end to their chaotic day. Unfortunately, I’m as far from normal as normal gets. Since, a woman’s mouth wrapped around my dick at the end of the day is by far the most breathtaking sight to behold. I don’t care if her lips are painted, red, pink, blue or fucking green. Just so long as she’s on her knees, hands on her thighs, while I fuck her mouth. With her half-hooded eyes gazing up at me. Blue? Brown? Who the fuck cares what color they are? I just so happen to be the God she’s worshiping at this very moment. And as soon as I explode down the back of her throat, she’s history. So for me, this is by far the most gratifying climax at the end of the day. Did you hear that? Climax? I just made a play on words.

“Yeah, baby. That’s it. Deep throat my cock. There ya go. Just like that.” Fuck, she’s good! My Uncle Bill would say she could suck the chrome clear off a bumper. And he’d be absolutely right. “Are you ready to taste the nectar of the God’s, baby?” Did I just phrase that in the form of a question? Because clearly, she can’t talk with her mouth full. Especially, when my hands are fisted in her hair, holding her in place. Bambi or Barbara or whatever the hell her name is, can’t speak even if her life depended on it.

When my breath hitches, my balls tighten and my spine tingles. I know I’m about ready to blow. So with one last thrust into her warm and eager mouth, I erupt. “Fuck!” Why do words seem to fail me at a time like this? Clearly, it doesn’t matter because Bambi’s mouth is full and I’m too busy moaning and groaning to give a shit.

As soon as she’s licked me clean, I carefully tuck the beast back into my jeans. Where he’ll be safe from her groping hands. “Mm, you taste so good Lucas. Now it’s my turn.”

Whoa! This wasn’t part of the deal. Her text simply stated that she wanted to give me a blow job. Nothing more. Nothing less. So as far as I’m concerned she can go home to Bob. Her Battery Operated Boyfriend. “Sorry, but no can do. Your text message didn’t say anything about me reciprocating.”

“You’re joking, right? C’mon Lucas. I cancelled my date with Brian so I could come here tonight. So don’t mess with me.”

“Hey, you texted me Bambi…”

“My name is Brianna, asshole!”

Oops, my bad. At least I had the letter right. A great idea suddenly hits me as she storms towards the door. “Hey, maybe if you brush your teeth and then call Brian, you can still go on that date.” I duck just in time as my sophomore year football trophy goes whizzing by my head. Fuck! That would have left a mark.

“Go fuck yourself, Lucas!” If only I could, I wouldn’t be in this predicament…

Note to self: Move all objects which could cause serious bodily harm away from the door. And make sure to delete B’s number. God, I shudder to think what could possibly happen if I accidentally texted her one night while I was shitfaced. Besides, I have more contacts in my little phone than AT&T has listed in their yellow pages.

I am Lucas pipes Knight. The lead vocalist for Sinful Seven. So, I can easily have any women at any time. Sex is at my fingertips 24/7. All I have to do is hover over a number and her pussy’s mine for the taking.

Am I addicted to sex? Hell yeah! Who wouldn’t be if they were in my shoes? How many guys do you all know who can make a girl cum just by singing? Enough said…

All kidding aside, I have to get my head in the game. Since I promised the guys I’d have a few more songs written by the time practice rolls around on Monday night. So, I need to start focusing with the right head. Instead of the one in my jeans who likes to get me in all kinds of trouble. Otherwise, I’ll be letting them down. And if I do, I could be the one on the outside looking in. Not gonna be a happening thing.

Grabbing my guitar, notebook and pen, I try writing lyrics to the amazing music I’ve created. After staring at the same blank page for over an hour, I got nothing. Nada! What the fuck is wrong with me? Why can I create a fucking awesome piece of music without one fucking word? This is bullshit! All I can think of is the way my cock feels when it’s pounding inside of a tight wet pussy. And how my balls tingle right before I’m about to explode. Fuck! Apparently that blow job just wasn’t enough. Now, I won’t be able to concentrate on anything until I get laid. So, I throw everything onto the couch, grab my phone and head out the door. I’m going to “Distraction’s,” it’s a local bar down the street. Maybe after I’ve had a few drinks and fucked a few girls, I’ll be able to put words to the awesome songs I wrote. One can only hope.

The music’s blaring as I push through the door. While bodies of all shapes and sizes grind and dry hump one another on the makeshift dancefloor. Tits and ass suddenly assault my senses and they all look ripe for the picking. I’m right where I belong. Instantly, my cock stiffens. Although, I’d like to gouge out my eardrums right about now because my ears are bleeding. This music sucks! But I didn’t come here to critique. I came here to fuck. And I already have my sights on a brunet in the far corner.

I’m gonna tap that ass.

Hell yeah!

I don’t ask, I just take. Her hand that is as I pull her into the men’s room. “What the hell Lucas! In case you didn’t notice, I was dancing.”

“Oh baby, I have a different kinda dance that you’re just gonna love. Now bend over and let me show ya.”

Lust has no feelings. It doesn’t need a conversation. So I wrap it up, bend her over and get lost inside of myself. Until my cock explodes, my mind clears and the words roll off my tongue with ease.

Now we’re back at home and we’re both too wound up to sleep. What’s a girl to do?

       “There are only a few more hours before dawn, you wanna grab a bottle of champagne and go up on the roof?” Ah, I do believe my rock god is a romantic. He might not send me flowers or buy me chocolates, but it’s the little things like this that make me fall in love with him more and more every day.

       “I’d love to. I’ll grab a blanket while you get the bubbly. I’ll meet you up there.” I sneak in a quick kiss before walking over to the bed to grab the comforter, toss off my shoes which are killing me, and then climb the stairs to the rooftop. It’s a bit chilly, so I wrap the blanket around me and wait for my man.

       As soon as he notices me all bundled up, he asks, “You want me to get you a jacket?”

       “No, silly. I have you to keep me warm.” Ah, that beautiful smile does crazy things to my insides.

       “Yeah, I hope you know I’ll always keep you safe and warm, Abby.” After sitting down next to me, he hands me a paper cup. He shrugs and starts laughing. “Sorry, I don’t have any fancy champagne flutes or anything, but now that I have a steady paycheck, I’ll get some for next time.”

      Abandoning the warmth of the blanket, I crawl over to him and straddle his lap. Cupping his face, I stare into those sultry eyes. “I don’t need fancy glasses or expensive clothes. I don’t even need a fancy car or a posh place to live. All I need is you, the stars, and coffee.” There’s that smile again. “I love you, Lucas. Not your money, not your fame, and certainly not your bad taste in movies. Just you.”

       The bubbly’s soon forgotten when he lays me down on the blanket and slowly peels off every layer of my clothing. Which isn’t much, but it’s a slow burn nonetheless. A few minutes ago I was freezing, now I’m on fire as his gaze rakes over every inch of me. I notice the different look in his eyes now compared to earlier in our relationship. Now it’s about the love and not about the lust. Although the two go hand in hand, this is lasting, not fleeting. Lucas doesn’t realize it, but he’s come a long way and I’m so damn proud of him.

       When he hovers over me for a kiss, I use this time wisely and strip him of his clothing. All he needs to do is shimmy out of his jeans and we’ll be skin on skin. And he does and we are.

        My legs part, inviting him in, and he accepts the invitation with open arms by thrusting inside of me. I gasp, he moans, and our bodies move to the rhythm of our heartbeats. Lucas Pipes Knight makes love to me under a blanket of stars on a rooftop in Manhattan.

        It’s not fancy. It’s perfection. 

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