Title: Incite (Sphere of Irony, #1)
Author: Heather Leigh
Release Date: December 14, 2014
Genre: Rock Band Romance
Blurb
Privilege,
poverty, death, and self-loathing; these are the backgrounds of the men of the
internationally famous rock band, Sphere of Irony.
INCITE:
Adam's story
Adam
Reynolds is an impoverished teen raised by neglectful parents in one of
London’s most dangerous boroughs. He turns to his love of music and countless
girls to escape his sad reality.
Beautiful
and naïve Ellie Palmer comes from a well-off family that suddenly finds
themselves living in one of the poorest neighborhoods in London. Alone in a
frightening new place, Ellie is afraid to leave the safety of her home, only
going out to walk to school and back.
When Adam
prevents Ellie from becoming the victim of a horrific sexual assault, they
discover something that two teenagers never thought they would find in such a
depressing place. Each other.
After
tragedy, lies, and distance tear their future away from them; they each wander
through life empty and hopeless no matter who or what they use to replace the
feelings of loss.
From the
crime-ridden streets of London’s East End to the over-the-top display of wealth
in L.A. Can two broken souls must conquer their demons in order to find true
happiness?
***This is
book 1 in a 4 part series. It is a spin-off of the Famous Series. These can be read
as standalones***
Purchase Incite today!
Excerpt
We stare at each other in silence. I
watch as her pupils dilate, taking over the bright blue of her iris until only
a small sliver remains. When her eyes drop to my mouth, I gulp and part my
lips, my heart racing from the familiar way she’s looking at me. I can hear her
soft panting, and watch, mesmerized as a beautiful pink color stains her
gorgeous high cheekbones.
“El,” I whisper, leaning closer, so
close I can feel her feathery breaths on my face. I need to claim her, to
reassure myself that she’s safe, alive, and that she’s still mine. I failed
her, but I need another chance.
Her hand reaches out to clutch my leg
tightly, her fingers dig in and twist the fabric of my jeans. “Adam.” My name
slips off of her tongue and sends sparks of desire down my spine.
“Sweetheart.” My endearment is nearly
a sob as I’m overcome with emotion. I reach up and slide my hand behind her
neck, pulling her to me until our mouths clash together desperately. Six years
of loss trying to be mended with one single kiss.
I groan and my cock stiffens
uncomfortably as Ellie plunges her tongue into my mouth and tastes every bit of
me before retreating so she can suck on my lip. “Jesus, Sweetheart,” I moan
against her mouth. She wraps her hands around my neck and I put mine under her
tight ass to haul her onto my lap. “Why didn’t you tell me about your dad,
about Callum? We didn’t have to be apart all this time. I could have protected
you…”
Who am I kidding? I’ve
been paying to protect her and she still wasn’t safe.
“Don’t,” she whispers. “What’s done
is done. I don’t want to think about that time in my life, it was so awful. I,
I …”
I silence her by pressing my mouth
back down on hers, knowing that the emotions coursing through us can’t be
expressed with mere words. I know because I feel it tearing through every fiber
in my body, the need to connect with Ellie in every possible way.
All of the nameless, faceless girls
I’ve been with in an attempt to purge Ellie from my heart have done absolutely
nothing to erase her from my memories. Every sip of alcohol I drank to numb the
pain hasn’t dulled it one bit. I’m still so in love with Ellie Palmer that
she’s permanently etched her name on my soul.
Ellie groans and shifts to wrap her
legs around my waist, our mouths never breaking their precious contact. I’m so
thrilled to have her in my arms again that I greedily run my hands over her
body, savoring every curve, every smooth bit of exposed skin, threading my
fingers through her hair and inhaling her familiar vanilla scent.
“God, what you do to me El.” My
breath hitches as I attempt to rein in the desire, no the need to be
inside of her right now.
She opens her eyes and gazes into
mine, my vision blurred by the tears that still threaten to overflow. When she
leans in and kisses each one of my eyelids, taking the salty liquid away with
her soft lips, I actually whimper, so overcome with the tenderness of the
gesture that I’m speechless.
“I’ve never stopped loving you Adam.
Never,” she says softly. “I don’t think I ever will.”
A single tear escapes from my eye,
making its way down my cheek. Ellie reaches up to swipe it away but I catch her
wrist and press her hand over my racing heart.
“Feel this, what you do to me. You’re
still right here, El. You always will be in my heart.”
She slowly removes her hand and
reaches for the hem of her jumper, pulling it over her head and tossing it
aside. Then she frantically claws at my own shirt, so impatient to rid me of it
that she doesn’t wait for me to help. Once it’s gone, I reach around and
unclasp her bra, desperately needing to feel her skin against mine. Bare from
the waist up, I stand with Ellie clinging to me tightly, her arms around my
neck and her legs around my hips, and I take us to the bedroom.
I place her down on the massive bed
and lay my body on top of hers, unwilling to stop kissing her for even a single
moment. Now that I have what I’ve dreamt of for the last six years I won’t
waste a second of the precious time I’ve been given. Ellie squirms and moans
and makes little noises that drive me insane as I suck and lick and savor the
soft skin of her neck.
“God, I can’t believe you’re here.” I
kiss my way down her flushed skin to take a perfect pink nipple in my mouth.
“Adam…” Ellie groans as I tug and
tease and lave at each of her tight buds. “I want you. I need you.” Her hips
are writhing beneath me, searching for the hard length of my cock through the
layers of clothing that separates us.
I release her breasts and lift my
head to see her face, wanting to be sure she’s not just caught up in the
moment. Her eyes are heavy-lidded and her mouth is swollen and red from our
kisses. She’s the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen. I kneel on the bed,
dragging my hand from her delicate throat down between her breasts then on to
grip the edge of her waistband.
“You’re sure, Sweetheart? I want you
so badly it hurts, just… just tell me this is what you really want.” My dick is
pressing against my jeans so hard that it’s painful, making it difficult to
think of anything but sinking into her soft, wet, depths. But I have to make
sure she’s serious about us, about this.
“Yes, please Adam. Make love
to me.” Ellie sighs and relaxes back into her pillow.
Not having the strength to hold back
any longer, I tear down her knickers and leggings together with her boots and
let them fall to the floor. Then quickly strip off my own clothes as well,
finally releasing my uncomfortably hard cock. Reaching over to the side table,
I pull out a condom and roll it on while Ellie stares at my body like I’m a
buffet and she’s fucking starving.
I savor the sight of her, laid out
naked and willing. “Jesus, you’re so beautiful.”
I want to go slow, take my time to
savor each sensation, taste every inch of her beautiful body. But as I lower
myself over her, she bites at my neck and shoulder and her fingers grip my ass
so hard that I’ll probably have bruises. I lose control and thrust deep inside
her slick, welcoming heat.
The sparks of pleasure that rocket
through my body nearly make me lose it. I have to grit my teeth and stop, my
breath hissing out slowly, as Ellie thrashes beneath me begging me to move. I
drop my head into the crook of her neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her
skin. “It’s too much, Sweetheart. I’ve missed you, this, feeling you around
me.”
I need to go faster.
Slower. Faster. I just need her.
Be sure to check out Heather's FAMOUS series. Book One, Relatively Famous is currently FREE on Amazon!
About the Author
I grew up in New England and currently live outside Atlanta, GA with my husband, two kids, a French Bulldog and a pug.
I'm a full-time procrastinator and a part-time everything else.
I love the Red Sox, chocolate, and traveling.
When I'm not writing, I'm dealing drugs legally as a pharmacist.
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