A highly anticipated concert by Breathless Eternity, one of the biggest and hottest rock bands in the world.
Backstage passes and a chance for three friends to meet the drop dead Adrien "Diablo" Bissette, the sexy lead singer.
A forced abduction.
Trapped by a man with the power of seduction, prestige and celebrity. When a coveted wish and an unexpected nightmare collide, there is nothing that can be done to save Sierra Carter.
Not when no one — not even her two best friends — realize she's missing in the first place.
“You’re the best!” I exclaimed as I finished my wine and situated myself on the blanket.
“Uh-oh,” Lizzy began in that sultry tone of hers. “Is that tall drink of water coming near us who I think he is? He’s fuckin’ hawt, Angie. You freakin’ scored big time!”
I wore sunglasses but I could still observe the very sexy and drop-dead gorgeous guy coming our way. He didn’t have a chance to get very close since Angelina hopped up, spilling her plastic cup of wine, and ran to him before jumping in his arms. He caught her like she weighed nothing, and held on tight to her practically nude body.
I looked at Lizzy and she looked back at me. “Seriously, a guy that good looking is nothing but trouble with a capital ‘T.’”
“Well, she’s over twenty-one,” I murmured as I sat up and rearranged her overturned cup though the wine had sunk into the grass. “There’s nothing we can do about it other than support her choices.”
Lizzy shook her head. “I’m not worried about Angie—I’m just talking in general. He’s gorgeous but something about him is . . . off.” She shielded her eyes from the sun with her hands before she slipped on a pair of Jackie-O style blacker-than-black Ray-Bans.
“Don’t you think that’s a bit extreme?”
She shrugged nonchalantly. “All the better for me to observe his demeanor.”
Angelina and her beau finally separated before she brought him over, their hands linked together, to where Lizzy and I sat down.
“These are my BFFs—best friends forever to you Frenchies! Meet Sierra—the brunette—and Lizzy is the blonde.”
I looked up and smiled at him holding out my hand for him to shake.
His stirring blue eyes, so light, they almost appeared to be made of ice, with an unusual green center surrounding his pupils, belied little but when he faced me, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. He didn’t like me and no matter how much he tried to hide it, I could see right through his façade.
Instead of shaking my hand, he grabbed me up and I followed his lead before he jerked my arm out of my socket.
“We don’t say ‘nice to meet you’ with hands,” he replied disdainfully.
“Yes, I know,” I merely said in a quiet voice. “I just . . .”
He brushed both my cheeks with his own. “Enchanté. I’m Damien Bissette, the manager for Breathless Eternity. Glad to make your acquaintance.”
I stepped back as soon as the greeting ended and watched his body language as he gently helped Lizzy to her feet and brushed both her cheeks. He had relaxed though he still maintained good posture, and whatever he felt in a negative sense seemed reserved only for me though I’d never met the man in my life.
I didn’t understand where all this hostility was coming from.
Did he see me as competition for Angelina’s affections?
No, that couldn’t be it. I wasn’t sexually attracted to him and he certainly held no interest in me—sexual, friendly, or otherwise.
Ms. Chardou’s writing is usually either dark romance or psychological thrillers with mystery and suspense aspects weaved into the plotline.
She is currently working on a vast array of books about good girls gone bad, bikers, gangsters, cartels, and any other subject she finds remotely interesting enough to add a dark, psychological twist.
When not writing, she enjoys daydreaming about her next trip to France, jet-setting across the country to author signings and playing taxi driver to her school-age daughters.