Ariel’s
Song
By: Evie Knight
Release Day Blast: November 22nd, 2013
Blurb
Colin
Hoskins, famous classical violinist, is tainted by his past. Angry at life,
unable to move beyond the betrayal of his dead fiancé, he’s sworn off
performing or falling in love ever again. All Colin wants is to be left alone,
except no one listens. Especially the pretty little assistant he can’t fire and
his body burns to claim.
Stranded in
a foreign country, bankrupted heiress Ariel Parks needs a job to fund her way
home. Assistant of sorts to the musician she’s fantasized about for years
sounds like a dream job. She never imagined the gorgeous genius would be a
reclusive beast. But the real problem is the way every nerve in her body
tingles at the mention of his name.
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Author Info
Evie Knight writes wickedly
sexy contemporary romances with irresistible bad boys, sassy heroines, a
bit of conflict, humor and a dash of spice. When she’s not hard at work
writing, she spends her time blogging, reading, listening to music, or looking
for a muse.
She lives in sunny Southern California.
Evie loves hearing from her readers. Feel free to
drop her a line at evie@evie-knight.com or you can stalk her on
Twitter @inlovewromance
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Excerpt
The long
narrow hallway looked as lush as everything else in his house. Ariel looked at
the spotless dark wood floors lined by warm sand colored walls accentuated with
expensive paintings. She bet all were originals.
“Well, off
you go.” The plump housekeeper motioned to the hallway. “He’s in his music
studio.”
Ariel bit
the inside of her cheek, doubting her decision. Maybe it’d be best to ask the
older woman to show her in. She turned to ask, finding the woman no longer
stood next to her. Ariel looked around hoping to find her, realizing she stood
in the middle of the room alone. She took a deep breath, glancing up at the
vast arched ceiling, feeling it swallow her whole.
All right,
here goes nothing. Ariel adjusted the tote on her shoulder and walked down the
hall, following the origin of the music, slowing down as she approached a half
closed door from where the melody came. The notes to a Nirvana song filled her
ears. She closed her eyes, allowing his music to hypnotize her how it always did.
God. She loved his music.
Some people
frowned upon classical crossovers like Colin. Ariel bet he didn’t give a shit
what anyone thought of his musical arrangements. He was an artist playing for
the love of music and nothing else. He’d probably continue to mix classical
with Pop, Rock, and Metallica for as long as he lived.
She drummed
her foot on the floor, her insides squealing. Her favorite musician played on
the other side of the door. She bid her time, enjoying the music. As tempted as
Ariel was to let him know she’d arrived for her first day of work, she didn’t
want to interrupt.
When Colin
finished playing the Nirvana song, Ariel took a step forward ready to announce
her presence. Then, the strings with the first notes to a gypsy song halted her
mid-step. Ariel leaned on the wall, closing her eyes once more to hear him
play. She resisted the impulse to remove her shoes and dance to the gypsy
melody in his hall. Damn, he could play.
“Are you
going to come in or stand there all day?” he asked from inside the room.
His voice
startled her. Shit. She opened her eyes. How did he know she’d been there all
along? Ariel cleared her throat and walked in. “Hi. I-I was waiting…” She
motioned to his instrument. A palpable tension filled the air the moment her
gaze met his, drawing her to him. His black T-shirt and jeans gave him a dark
angel aura.
He wore his
hair down without a ponytail. Colin stood next to his music stand. His stubble
denser, framing his face, giving his piercing eyes a darker caramel shade. Ariel
cast her gaze to the large skull ring on his left pinky finger. The man was a
hot rocker playing Mozart.
“Let me
make something clear to you.” He raked a hand through his hair, securing a
strand behind his ear. “No one walks through that door when I’m in here
practicing. Any questions?” Colin placed the bow on the stand and set his
violin in its case.
Ariel
regained her composure. “No questions. However, I think we need to set some
ground rules.” She crossed the room to the bay window opposite from him. “If
I’m going to be your assistant, there are some things we can’t do.” She ran her
index finger along the edge of the window then placed her tote on the side
table next to it. “For starters—” She turned and bumped into his strong chest.
“Enlighten
me,” Colin said.
Her heart
skipped a beat as she lifted her gaze to him, lingering on his mouth before she
met his eyes. Ariel fought the need to kiss him again. How would she ever pull
this off when he looked at her with those eyes? Colin trapped her between the
bay window and him. He hadn’t touched her yet, but the heat radiating from him
being so close ensnared her all the same. Ariel shifted on her feet, trying to
set an inch or two of distance between them.
“For
starters what, Ariel?” Colin placed a hand on either side of her, making it
harder for her to escape. At her silence, he asked, “Are you going to answer
me?”
“This.”
Ariel rested a hand on his chest, to push him away, his warmth burning her
palm. “If we’re going to work together, there won’t be any touching.” Her
fingertips tingled at the thrum of his heartbeat. Colin glanced at her hand on
his chest. Shit. She curled her fingers into a fist. What was she doing feeling
his hard muscles?
“You mean
you don’t want me to touch you like this?” He gripped her waist, and she jerked
at the unexpected contact.
The heat of
his grasp on her waist seeped through the thin layer of her clothes, stirring
her insides. “Yes.” She shook her head. “No.”
Colin angled his head, closing the distance.
“What else?” he asked, his lips a breath away from hers.
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