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New Release ~ Caught in the Chase ~ by ~ Kacey Shea

Title: Caught in the Chase

Author: Kacey Shea

Release Date: December 17, 2020

Cover Design: Sommer Stein

Cover Model: Jonny James

Photographer: Wander Aguiar

This summer I’m leaving my hometown for a fresh start. It’s a necessary choice in my pursuit of a full and sober life. Besides, escaping to the Outer Banks isn’t a hardship. This seaside town holds everything I need and more.

That is, until I run into Chase Matthews.

He’s an arrogant, cocky, self-absorbed jerk who has already come between me and my best friend once. The smart thing to do is keep him at a distance, even if he seems lost and alone.

Instead, I’m compelled to help him.

Chase is broken and beautiful in ways I fully understand. It’s been months since I’ve indulged in a drink, but I’ve found a new obsession.

He’s everything I want and the last thing I need.

Each day draws us closer, but I can’t allow myself to get caught up in Chase. We were only meant to have the summer. A temporary fling. Yet my heart has other plans. I don’t know how I’ll ever walk away. Even if he costs me everything.

“An emotional, gripping love story between two flawed and complex characters.” – Review Quote

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“So, you still want to be here all summer?” she says, stopping at the receptionist desk to grab something from behind the counter. Does she really think I’d so easily quit? That I’m scared of a little hard work?

“Tell me what to do.”

“You’re up for anything?” She shoves a shirt and badge at my chest.

Anything. “Hell, yeah.” I don’t think her idea is the same as mine. Disappointing. I pull the center’s volunteer shirt on over my plain white tee and meet her gaze. “Hit me with your best.” I tip my chin in a silent challenge I can’t help. At her wide grin, it’s probably one I’ll regret.

“Oh, Chase. I’m going to have so much fun with you.” By her delight it sounds as if it’ll be anything but enjoyable.

“Hey, Charlie!” she calls over my shoulder. “I need you to make our new volunteer regret the day he was born.”

Charlie glances from me to Alicia and laughs uncomfortably. “Uh, okay.”

“He wants all the manual labor,” she clarifies and shoots me a grin. “That right?”

Like I’ll back down. “Whatever you need. Whatever you want.” Preferably naked, with my hands on her body.

“Cool,” Charlie says. “There’s a drainage issue with one of the women’s shower stalls. Once I get that fixed, I’ll get him started on sanding down the fencing around the center. It needs a refinish.”

“Chase is happy to glove up and help you with the shower drains,” she says sweetly. “Aren’t you?”

My jaw ticks. “Sure.”

“Good.” She grins, as if she’s won this round. “I’ll leave you to it!” She turns on her heel and marches off before I can get in another word.

“Dude.” Charlie chuckles. “What did you do to piss her off?”

Kacey Shea is a USA Today bestselling author of steamy contemporary romance. She enjoys writing strong and smart heroines, heroes with hearts of gold, and stories that deliver a satisfying, well-earned happily ever after.

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When she’s not writing you will find her playing Uber to one of her three children, drinking iced tea by the gallon, or planning her next escape from the Arizona heat.

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Cover Reveal ~ Derailed ~ by ~ Kacey Shea

Title: Derailed

Series: Off Track Records

Author: Kacey Shea

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: February 16, 2018
Cover Design: Cover Me Darling
Photographer: Wander Aguiar

NEW from USA TODAY Bestselling author Kacey Shea…

Sean Willis knows the difference between right and wrong. Sure, the bass player of Three Ugly Guys has made his share of mistakes, but when push comes to shove, Sean always chooses the high road. Now, even when things are unraveling with the band, he’s the voice of reason.

Until Jess.

She’s the only thing he’s ever wanted and couldn’t have. Not only is she his new roommate, but her boyfriend is the newest addition to 3UG. She’s more than off limits, she’s a temptress with her unaltered beauty and gentle spirit.

Jessica Moore has never been the center of anyone’s world. In fact, she’s familiar with being forgotten. Not too tall, not too pretty, not too smart; she’s just Jess. No stranger to scraping by for survival, she finds shelter in Coy Wright, a musician with dreams bigger than life. But when Coy skyrockets to stardom, Jess is thrust into a world in which she doesn’t belong.

That is, until she discovers an unexpected friendship. Sean treats Jess as someone special, important, and worthy of love. The feelings and desires he stirs within are dangerous, because despite Sean’s kindness and affection, she’s forever loyal to Coy.

What happens when doing the wrong thing feels right?

Jess and Sean’s friendship is put to the test, along with alliances in the band. Is love enough to derail their best laid plans, or will selfishness throw everyone’s success off track?

DERAILED can be read as a standalone or begin with Trent’s story in DETOUR.

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“Cold?” He slides out of his coat jacket, stands at my side, and holds it out to me. He’s far enough away that he has to stretch his arms to their full length, almost as if he wants me to turn and look at him. His hand is covered in tattoos, all the way to where his wrist disappears into the cuff of his black dress shirt.

I fight the urge to meet his gaze, instead directing my eyes back out to the night. I shake my head no.

He waits a moment and I wonder whether he’s lingering in case I change my mind. I’ve already made a fool out of myself—and out of Coy—and my boyfriend won’t be pleased if I walk back indoors wearing another man’s coat. Sean places the jacket back on and I sneak a glance at his profile. He pats around his pockets and I guess it’s for a lighter. Surprising, since I’ve never seen him smoke, but he did tell Coy that’s what he came out here for.

He pulls out a baggy and when I realize what it is, I almost laugh. Scooping a handful of trail mix, he pauses before putting it in his mouth, and turns his chin to catch my stare. His lips pull into a warm smile. “Sorry, I’m always hungry.” He tosses the food in his mouth and crunches before holding the bag out to me.

“Oh, no, thank you.” I can’t believe he’s packing trail mix. Not only is this a swanky event with tons of free food being offered on polished silver platters, but he’s a famous bad boy rocker . . . smuggling snacks. If People ever got hold of this they’d have it in a full page spread. Probably up the sales of trail mix across the nation. At that I do giggle.

He laughs and cocks his head. “What? I get hungry. I always come prepared.” He winks and I don’t know why, but my mind automatically assumes he’s making a sexual reference. I remember his bare chest this morning all glistened with sweat. Is he really always prepared when he comes? I’m horrible, and my skin heats with further embarrassment for thinking about Sean like that.

He crunches on a few more handfuls of food, shifting so his back leans against the rail until the food is gone. He rolls his neck. “God, I hate these things.” He shifts uncomfortably.

“Charity galas?” Curiosity gets the best of me. This man, the entire band, has ignited an unnatural interest. I sneak another glance as his mouth pulls up in a smirk.

“No, smartass. Dress clothes.” He lets loose a gravelly chuckle.

Twisting to study his face better, I lean my hip on the railing and face him. His smile, a little wicked and even more genuine, pulls my own lips into a grin. “Me, too,” I admit.

“What? Not possible.” He shakes his head.

“Why? Only guys are allowed to hate dressing up? Sexist much?” I delight in the smile that stretches his lips wide. “I’m more of a jeans and T-shirt girl.”

“My kinda girl.” A little thrill bubbles up with his words and while I should avert my gaze, I can’t help but delight in watching his face as he takes me in, an unhurried perusal that begins at my shoes and ends when he reaches my stare. “You look gorgeous tonight. You know that?”

At his words my smile falters and I remember just how I look, along with Coy’s stinging words. I turn back to the landscape.

“You do know that, right?”

I don’t know how to answer Sean without my insecurity creeping into my voice so I ignore his question. He scuffs his heel on the railing and pushes off, taking a few steps forward and letting the empty plastic bag drop to the ground. Thank goodness. He’s going to leave and I can forget his kindness.

“Jessica.” My name falls from his lips with such urgency, I have to turn and meet his gaze. His eyes, the irises brown and almost molten, cause my pulse to quicken, but he offers a sincere and kind smile. “You look beautiful tonight. You’re as pretty in jeans and a T-shirt, too, but you need to know these socialites don’t hold a candle to your beauty.” He holds my gaze and I can’t look away. I can’t breathe. I can hardly think. Not with his compliment holding me immobile. The way he speaks, with so much conviction, I almost believe him. Almost.

My eyes drop as guilt crashes over me. I shouldn’t be out here with Sean. Soaking in the joy from his words. Coy, my boyfriend, is the reason I’m here tonight. Without him I’d be nowhere. Have nothing. “I better get inside.”

“Hey, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” He leans forward and dips down so our eyes meet. His are full of apology and concern. “I’m not hitting on you. You’re with Coy and I respect that. I just wanted to tell you how beautiful you are. All women deserve to be told the truth.”

His words sting and I have to blink back the moisture in my eyes.

“Sorry, that was supposed to make you feel better, not worse.” He rubs one hand at the nape of his neck and blows out an exaggerated breath.

“It’s fine.”

“I’m an idiot. I apologize. Can we go back to where you were smiling like you might want to be friends?”

Kacey Shea is a mom of three, wife, and indie author who resides in sunny Arizona. She enjoys reading and writing romance novels as much as her son loves unicorns, which is a lot.

When she’s not writing you will find her playing taxi cab to her children while belting out her favorite tunes, meeting friends or family for food and to share some laughs, or sweating it out in the gym. Kacey finds that picking up heavy weights repeatedly is good for her mental health as much as it is for the physical.

She has an unhealthy obsession with firefighters. It could be the pants. It could be the fire. It’s just hot. On occasion she has been known to include them, without their knowledge, in her selfies outside the grocery store.

Kacey one day aspires to be a woman hand model in a sexy photo shoot. You know, the woman’s hand raking across the muscular back or six pack stomach of the male fitness model. Yep, that hand.

Until that day comes she will continue writing sexy, flirty romance novels in hopes to bring others joy!

Kacey enjoys interacting with her fans so please feel free to stalk her on Facebook, Instagram or Twitter.

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Release Boost ~ Uncovering Love: The Wedding ~ by ~ Kacey Shea

Title: Uncovering Love: The Wedding

Series: Uncovering Love Book 4

Author: Kacey Shea

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Novella

Release Date: June 30, 2017
Cover Designer: Perfect Pear Creative
Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Cover Model: Steven Dehler

Eleven months ago, Evelyn Harper went undercover to investigate Tate Reynolds as a viable love interest and potential boyfriend for a wealthy client. What began as a temporary job transformed into an exciting new career and more significantly, the love of her life.

Now the two are planning their own walk down the aisle. Except their path is crowded with a few bumps along the way. The urgent investigation of a family matter. A sexy new client. Pregnant bridesmaids, an ex, and a sprinkle of cold feet leaves the couple stumbling toward their big day.

Forever is a long time, but Evie and Tate are determined to get hitched no matter what life throws their way. Will they make it to the wedding or uncover more challenges than a young couple in love can handle?

This novella is the forth book in the Uncovering Love series, and while it can be read as a standalone, it contains major spoilers.

Read the first chapter here then 1-click your copy of Uncovering Love: The Wedding before the price of $0.99 goes up next week!

Chapter One

Tate

Evie’s arm wraps possessively through mine while we sit on the leather covered chairs and wait our turn. She’s always touching me, holding hands, a brush along my knee, or her arm against my forearm. I love it. Love that she unintentionally lets every person we meet know I belong to her as much as she owns me. But as much as I want our love etched for all eternity, I don’t want to rush her. “Evie, we don’t have to do this unless you want to. We can wait. If you’re having second thoughts—”

“No!” Her death grip on my bicep tightens.

“Babe. You’re gonna leave bruises.” I release a chuckle.

She follows my gaze to where her nails dig into my skin, and she loosens her hold. “Sorry. I guess I’m more nervous than I thought. But I’m not having second thoughts. I want this. To share this with you. And I love the thought of something so permanent. It’s better than my ring.” Her eyes snap up to meet mine and widen. “Not that I don’t love my ring!”

A smile pulls wide at my lips, and I tilt her face with my fingers so our gazes lock. “I know, Evie. I’m just making sure. You know I want this just as badly.” I dip my chin to whisper in her ear. “This ink is going to look so fucking sexy on your skin. I’m so turned on just thinking about it. As soon as we’re done, I’m taking you back home.”

She meets my lips in a soft, fleeting kiss. “I like the way you think, Mr. Reynolds.”

“I can’t wait to call you Mrs. Reynolds.”

She gives me her sweet smile. “Twenty-two days to go.”

“Not soon enough. Let’s elope,” I deadpan and she laughs, shaking her head.

“No way! Not after all the planning and deposits. Beside the fact our families would disown us, Kate and Jon would too if they weren’t part of our special day.”

“I know. I know.” And I want to celebrate with our loved ones. I only wish I’d had the foresight to set the date earlier. With each day that passes, my lips battle with my mind to resist the urge to call Evie my wife.

“Evie and Tate.” The shop manager calls out our names in a booming voice, drawing our attention to the wall behind the short registration counter and photographs of artwork behind it. “Dev is ready for you.”

I stand and lace my fingers with Evie’s, then lead her back to Dev’s station passing the charts of bangers and sample script. I’ve had lots of ink done over the years by several different artists, but Dev is this mountain of a man who’s really nothing but a big softy. I trust his work and have a feeling his charismatic demeanor will put Evie at ease since this is her first tattoo.

Dev stands from his chair. “Nice to see you, bro.” He’s got to be at least six foot five and fills the doorway with his frame. Evie is absolutely tiny next to him. “And I see the missus is getting work done, too.” He smiles at Evie and I can feel her body relax as she greets Dev.

We discuss what we want done, and she goes first. My eyes are captivated by each step, and the second the needle hits her skin I have to concentrate on keeping my dick in check. Fuck. That’s sexier than I ever imagined. Thank God Dev is a pro. We’ll be out of here soon and I can make love to my Evie.

Her tatt takes only a few minutes, the script of my name small and feminine. Mine requires more work—the piece is larger—and Dev fills it in with shading so the word Evelyn stands out amongst my other ink. Evie stands at my side, transfixed. Instead of watching Dev paint her name onto my forearm, my eyes are mesmerized by how she’s engrossed in the process. Her lips and brows pull with interest as Dev works.

Every second that ticks by fills me with more affection for her. From the way she glances at me to smile, to how she rubs tiny circles over the tension in my neck with her thumb. She’s playful, kind, and generous.

“I got off easy. Yours is so much bigger.” She nods at my latest tattoo after we leave Dev’s station.

“So much innuendo there, I don’t know where to go first.”

She shakes her head, a grin at her lips, and stops walking to push up on her toes and whisper in my ear, “Hmm . . . I say we should go home, yeah?”

Yeah. Yeah, we should.

When I don’t answer immediately she just laughs and struts to the front counter where Dev’s waiting for us to pay and review final care instructions. Like everything about Evie, her allure may not be flashy or overtly sexy, but I know exactly how beautiful the curves are that hide beneath her worn jeans and plain white tee. I shake my head, asking myself for the bazillionth time how I got so damn lucky. And how quickly I can get her home.

By the time I hand Dev his cash and we’re headed out to the car, I’m fighting a serious hard on. “Come here,” I say, pulling Evie into my arms and backing her up until she pushes into my car door. “Do you know how sexy you are?”

She giggles, kissing me long enough that her tongue sweeps against mine before tilting her chin up. “I’m guessing a lot.” She leans into me and I know she can feel my erection pressing into her belly through my jeans.

“So, so much.” My grin matches hers. “I love my name on your skin.”

“Take me home.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I kiss her once more and then walk around the car to open her door.

It’s only a fifteen-minute drive back to our house, but I make it in twelve. Between the heated glances Evie and I trade and the music she pipes through my stereo, it’s a miracle my foot doesn’t push straight through the floorboard.

As I slow to swing under the carport and park alongside her vehicle, I inhale slowly to calm my already rock hard dick. “Hey, babe?” I say, shutting the engine. Her hand’s already on the door.

“Yeah?”

“You have exactly one minute.”

Her brows pinch with confusion.

“One minute to get inside, take off your clothes, and make it to the bed.”

Her eyes widen and her breath comes faster with the hint of her smile. “Or else what?”

“If you don’t make it to the bedroom, I’ll probably make love to you wherever I find you. The kitchen. The living room. Hallway. Hell, much longer and I’ll fuck you right here.”

“Oh, car sex. That sounds exciting.” Her eyes sparkle, but she releases a little laugh. “Let’s do that on our honeymoon, when it’s a little darker outside. Preferably in the middle of nowhere.”

“Deal.” We’ve planned a road trip all along the West Coast, exploring from San Diego all the way up to Oregon. And like everything with Evie, a few promised words and she just made me love her more. “But for now…”

She glances down at the bulge in my jeans and bites her lip. “Sexy hide and seek. You’re it. Count.” She grins and with that she’s out of the car, unlocks the front door, and is inside the house before I can move a muscle.

Taking the full minute to calm my raging boner so I don’t come within seconds once I finally get inside her, I follow her out and arm the car alarm. Stepping inside the house, my lips pull wide at the music playing from the living room record player. One of Evie’s favorite albums, the artist crooning about love and happy ever afters—it’s a song we’ve made love to on more than one occasion. I kick off my shoes, discard my shirt, and unbutton my jeans while I step forward to find her.

I don’t have far to go.

Fuck.

“Found me,” she says with a flirty pout, and she releases the clasp to her bra.

“Fuck.” This time I say it aloud because before me is the most beautiful woman to walk into my world, and she’s mine. All mine. Just as the name scrolled down her side pronounces. “You’re gorgeous. You know that, right?”

“That’s what you tell me.”

Her eyes stay trained on my hands as I push my pants and underwear down to my knees in one sweep, then shove them off the rest of the way and take three steps forward. I wrap my hands around her slim waist. “Caught you,” I whisper.

She nods and slides her arms around my neck as our lips meet in a rush.

As much as I want to enjoy this, savor the moment, I know I won’t last long, not when I’ve been imagining making love to her all afternoon. So instead I go with what I’ve got, and use my fingers to find her wet folds between her legs. Massaging around and over her clit while my lips battle with hers, I do everything I can to bring her there. She reaches for me with one hand, and her strokes up and down my cock only spur on my determination to make her come first. Between hurried kisses and anticipation, she’s right where I need her.

Backing her down the hallway, our lips still locked, we almost reach the bedroom door when I turn and drop to my knees.

“Oh yes, Tate,” she says as I spread her pussy wide and dip my chin to lick between her folds. “Yes, yes, please.” She moans and I assault her center with my tongue. Adding two fingers, I stroke in and out, increasing their pace along with that of my tongue brushing over her clit. Her orgasm crashes with little warning, my name on her lips as she shouts with her release. I’d stay here for hours but I have to get to work soon.

Standing once her pleasure subsides, I claim her lips for another kiss and hook my hands around her thighs to carry her the rest of the way to the bedroom.

“I love you, Evie,” I say between kisses.

“I love you, Tate,” she answers back.

Careful not to brush along her sensitive new ink, I sit on the edge of the bed and lay back. “Ride me, baby,” I say and she does. Grabbing my cock in one hand, she lines me up and sinks down on a groan. I love the way we fit together. Rocking those hips back and forth, over and over, it doesn’t take long before she’s close again, her walls tightening around my cock as it slides in and out.

My thumb finds her clit and I rub quick tiny circles while my other hand grabs her hip and encourages her not to stop. I’m so fucking close, but I’ll hold out as long as I can.

“That’s it. Yes. Right there,” she says, a softly spoken demand I don’t dare deny. My thumb moves faster, and the moment her body pulses with release I give in to my own orgasm. We stay connected. Together. I scoot back on the bed, delighting in the feel of her smooth skin against mine when she lays her cheek against my chest.

This. Right here. My reason for being. She’s the only home I’ll ever need.

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Kacey Shea is a mom of three, wife, and indie author who resides in sunny Arizona. She enjoys reading and writing romance novels as much as her son loves unicorns, which is a lot.

Kacey one day aspires to be a woman hand model in a sexy photo shoot. You know, the woman’s hand raking across the muscular back or six pack stomach of the male fitness model. Yep, that hand.

Until that day comes she will continue writing sexy, flirty romance novels in hopes to bring others joy!

Kacey enjoys interacting with her fans so please feel free to stalk her on Facebook, Instagram or Twitter.

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Release Blitz ~ Uncovering Love: The Wedding ~ by ~ Kacey Shea

Title: Uncovering Love: The Wedding

Series: Uncovering Love Book 4

Author: Kacey Shea

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Novella

Release Date: June 30, 2017
Cover Designer: Perfect Pear Creative
Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Cover Model: Steven Dehler

This novella is the forth book in the Uncovering Love series, and while it can be read as a standalone, it contains major spoilers.

I shrug off my jacket and lay it over the back of the sofa on my way to the bed. I loosen my tie and take off my cuff links. Only then do I hear the soft click of the bathroom door. My gaze snaps up and my breath catches in my throat. Incredible.

“Is this okay?” Evie asks, knowing damn well it’s more than that. “We don’t usually do the lingerie thing, what with it coming off so quickly . . .” Her fingertips dance along the transparent white lace cups that barely contain her breasts.

“Fuck,” I hiss through my breath.

Goddamn, she’s beautiful. Gorgeous. Sinfully perfect, and I don’t know what I did to deserve this woman as my wife. I make a silent pledge, one among hundreds to date, that I’ll do everything in my power to bring her happiness, joy, and show her how much I love her with every breath I take.

I’ll start with making her come.

“I love you, Evie.”

“I love you, too, Tate.”

“Come here.” The growl leaves my mouth sounding more tormented than I intend. That’s what she does to me. But tonight it’s more than that. Tonight everything is more. I can’t wait to be inside my wife.

She struts across the room until she’s just out of my reach. “You like?” She performs a slow twirl to show off all the white lace, hooks, ties, and bows. It’s an impressive getup.

“You get into that all by yourself?” An honest question because as sexy as she looks in it, I’m not sure I have the patience to get her out of it. I wonder how she’d feel about me ripping the thing off.

“No.” She giggles and my eyes leave the valley of her breasts to glare into her teasing eyes. “Don’t worry, big guy. It was Kate who harnessed me into this medieval torture device.”

“Torture is right.” She takes one step closer so she’s between my widened legs, and only then do I allow my hands the pleasure of running along her pale skin. From the swell of her breasts, down her abdomen to the flesh of her hips, everything about her accelerates my hunger. My fingers hook beneath the elastic strap that appears to connect two pieces together. “Do I need an instruction manual to remove this?”

I’m joking.

Mostly.

She laughs and shakes her head, “The only instructions you have are to enjoy. And get it off.”

“Oh I’ll get it off, after I get you off, Mrs. Reynolds.”

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Kacey Shea is a mom of three, wife, and indie author who resides in sunny Arizona. She enjoys reading and writing romance novels as much as her son loves unicorns, which is a lot.

Kacey one day aspires to be a woman hand model in a sexy photo shoot. You know, the woman’s hand raking across the muscular back or six pack stomach of the male fitness model. Yep, that hand.

Until that day comes she will continue writing sexy, flirty romance novels in hopes to bring others joy!

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Release Boost ~ Detour ~ by ~ Kacey Shea

Title: Detour

Series: Off Track Records #1

Author: Kacey Shea

Cover Design & Photography: Marisa Shor, Cover Me Darling

Cover Model: Haley Loan

Release Date: June 1, 2017

Trent Donavan is the golden boy of the rock world. As lead singer of Three Ugly Guys, he’s every fangirl’s dream, and with his newfound fame the women flow as readily as alcohol and drugs. There’s no doubt women are Trent’s preferred indulgence after a successful show.

That is, until the feisty little blonde joins the tour.

Lexi Marx loves music. It runs in her blood and flows through her soul. As the illegitimate daughter of a rock legend, she’s determined to make it in the music industry on talent alone. So when her agent scores her the opening act gig for the next 3UG tour it seems her hard work, hopes, and dreams have finally come to fruition.

Until she spends time with the band. More accurately, Trent Donovan. She’d feel better if that arrogant manwhore of a lead singer would stop hitting on her with his dreamy eyes, witty comebacks, and voice that melts the most jagged of hearts.

But Trent is determined to prove to Lexi he’s not such a bad guy, and as music binds their friendship, Lexi’s left with the most confusing of emotions. Could this be love or an uninvited distraction? She can still have it all, if only her heart doesn’t lead her off track.

“Detour is a must read for every rockstar romance fans. It checks all the essential points in my list: amusing, angsty, passionate and swoony! This read completely consumed me! It was my first Kacey Shea’s book and I’m really impressed by it.” ~ Book Maniac Forever

“As soon as I finished this story all I could think about is – when is the next book coming out because I need more of 3UG!” ~ Aurora Hale, Whoo Gives A Hoot

“Detour was way beyond awesome, and it was miles above the usual rock romance, as it came off highly original which I LOVED!” ~ Jennifer Pierson: The Power of Three Readers

Enjoy this excerpt from lead singer of Three Ugly Guys, Trent Donavan from Kacey Shea’s rock star romance, Detour:

The dive is actually charming inside, with its retro fifties décor and twenty-four-seven breakfast menu. The crowd is popping for a weekday lunch, and with its location in the heart of downtown I take that as a sign the food will be good.

A no-nonsense waitress leads us to an empty booth near the back.

“This okay?” Her tone dares us to suggest it’s not . . . and end up with spit in our meal.

“Perfect. Thanks.” Lexi slides into the seat across from me. The waitress points to where the menus are nestled between the table and a dish of creamer, sugar packs, and other condiments.

“What can I get you to drink?”

“I’ll have a glass of orange juice,” Lexi says and then glances at me. “And I don’t need to see the menu. I’m ready to order. If you are?”

“Yeah.” I’m surprised, since most people scan the menu before deciding on their meal.

“A stack of plain pancakes. Please,” she says.

“You want the half or the full?” our server asks without looking up from her notepad.

“Full, please.” Lexi smiles.

The waitress pauses to glance at Lexi and raise her brows. “Mmm’kay. And for you?” She nods my direction more than asks.

“Same. Except coffee for me.”

“’Kay.” She turns and leaves without a backward glance.

“I don’t know how you do that,” I say.

“What? I can eat a lot of food. Especially pancakes. Don’t judge me by my size.”

I grin. “Not that. I’m talking about ordering orange juice.”

“You don’t like OJ?” she asks as if I’m the crazy one.

“I do. But you have no idea the pulp situation. Does it have none, or extra? How can you order a glass without knowing the level of pulp?”

She laughs and at that moment our server comes back to set down our drinks. “Pancakes’ll be up shortly.”

“I take it you’re not a fan of pulp.” Lexi observes and takes a sip from her drink.

I eye her from over the brim of my mug. “That obvious?”

She laughs and sets down her glass. “You’ll be happy to know there’s a low pulp situation going on. We’re safe here.”

“Thank God!” I bug my eyes and delight in the way her lips lift in a comfortable smile. Not forced or guarded. I like this Lexi. “Hey, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you since we met.”

Her shoulders straighten just the slightest and I can’t help but kick myself for chasing away some of her ease. “You don’t have to answer, if you don’t want. Just call me curious.”

“Fine.” She rolls her eyes but her lips twitch up with the trace of a smile. “Shoot.”

“Why Marx?” The words leave my mouth and I instantly regret the question.

Her eyes drop and her jaw hardens with her frown. She studies the patterned Formica table and traces her fingertips along the silver plated fork and spoon atop her paper napkin. Fuck. She was just starting to open up. Talk to me. Now she’s like ice. I should apologize. Or make a joke. An inappropriate one about her luscious breasts. Yes, then she’ll get angry. Angry I can do.

“Don’t laugh,” she warns.

My gaze snaps up to watch her still playing with the silverware. “Okay.”

“Swear it.”

I reach my hand across the table and set my fingers next to the napkin. “Pinky promise.” I wiggle my finger and her lips soften as though she wants to smile. “I won’t tell a soul.”

Her pinky slides along mine, and the soft brush of her tiny finger against my much bigger one kicks up my pulse. Her hands are so delicate and skilled, and fuck if my dick isn’t already making my tight jeans irritably uncomfortable. She squeezes her finger and I barely lock mine with hers before she pulls her hands back into her lap.

“I was a child. I can’t be held responsible.” She glances around the room before her gaze settles back to me. “But I had a major crush on Richard Marx.”

“The singer?” I press my lips together because I’m certain there’s a smile stretching across my face.

Lexi’s glare confirms my suspicion. “Not a word. You promised.”

“I won’t. It’s cute. What were you, like five?”

“More like twelve.”

“But you’re only twenty-three, right? Wasn’t Marx big in the late eighties, early nineties?”

“Yeah, well, my mom loved his music so we listened to it a lot.”

“You’re telling me your stage name is a shout out to the guy who romanced millions of women with his piano and soft rock ballads, all from a little childhood crush?”

“Don’t judge, okay. I was a kid.” Even she can’t hold back a laugh.

“Not judging, just finding the connection rather shallow for a woman who does everything with great meaning.”

Her eyes narrow. “I’m not sure if you’re trying to compliment or insult me.”

I wink. “Compliment. Go with the positive.”

“You’re delusional.” She throws up her hands.

“Says the Marx diehard fan!”

“Look. It’s more than that,” she grumbles and when I tilt my head she shakes hers, her next words leaving her lips in a rush. “God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this . . . When I was a young girl I had this ridiculously famous rock star dad. One who was a horrible father. One who never remembered to call or visit, and who made my mom cry herself to sleep. One who made her waste her entire youth devoted to a man who didn’t give two shits about us.

When I listened to “Right Here Waiting,” I used to pretend that my dad wasn’t Richie Sands. That my mom had gotten it all wrong. I imagined my father was Richard Marx and he was singing that song to us—my mom and me. That he loved us.” She gave a short pause. “So as soon as I turned eighteen, I legally changed my last name to Marx.”

“Two big stacks.” Our server interrupts by setting down our plates with a clatter. “Refills?”

“Yes, please,” Lexi answers. However, I can’t seem to move my gaze from her eyes. The green shines a little too brightly under the florescent lights while she pours way too much syrup on her pancakes. She continues with her meal as if she hadn’t just shared something completely intimate and personal.

“Syrup?” Lexi holds the jug over my stack and I quickly grab it from her hands.

“I’ve got it, Sugar Tits! You’ll give me diabetes if I let you pour.”

“What? I like syrup with my pancakes!”

“I can see that.” I grin and douse my stack with a conservative amount before cutting a few bites with the side of my fork. “So, when you’re not basking in pancake griddle heaven, what other food do you enjoy this much?”

“Chinese, Thai, Sushi. I love them all. But there’s nothing like a stack of pancakes.” Lexi shovels in another mouthful. A groan of pleasure escapes from where her lips lock around the fork. Fork me. What I wouldn’t give to be a piece of cutlery.

“And don’t think I didn’t notice the sugar tits comment, either. That nickname ends here.” She points the fork in my direction before taking another bite.

My lips pull up with a big ass grin. “I don’t know . . . ’Cause that I didn’t promise.” I pop in a mouthful of pancakes.

She shakes her head, rolls those eyes, and takes a sip of juice. “Hey, Trent.” She glances down at her plate, using her fork to push around the sopping mess she’s made of a perfectly delicious breakfast.

“Yeah?”

“I never said thank you.” She lifts her gaze and those eyes pierce me with their sincerity. “Thank you.”

I lick my lips and take a big gulp of coffee. “You’re welcome. For what exactly?”

She smiles and taps her fork against the plate. “Why did you bring me on your bus in Oklahoma?”

That night fills me with sadness and I rub my hands through my hair. “To keep you safe.”

“That’s it? No ulterior motives?”

“Lexi, that night, I . . . There was no way I was letting you sleep in Big Betty. Not after what happened. What could have happened. No. I just needed to keep you safe. The best way to do that was in our bus. Simple.”

She scoops up her drenched pancake and brings it to her lips. Oh, those damn lips. “Well, then, thank you,” she whispers before the food goes inside her mouth and she does the groan again.

It’s all I can do to not pounce over the table, claim those lips, and join her in the sound.

“And thanks for not trying to get in my pants.” She grins, wider now, and I feel as though she’s playing some kind of mindfuck game. She’s gotta be on to me, inside my head, knowing I’ve been thinking unprofessional thoughts throughout this entire breakfast.

“Who says I’m not trying to do that?” I go with humor, always my best defense, and it works when she laughs aloud.

“You’re such a manwhore.”

“You got me.” I join in her laugher and pray my little obsession with her mouth dissipates the further into this tour we go. Lexi is a cool chick, more down to earth than I ever imagined, and she deserves the best. More than I could ever give, that much is true.

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Cover Reveal ~ Detour ~ by ~ Kacey Shea

Title: Detour

Author: Kacey Shea

Cover Design & Photography: Marisa Shor, Cover Me Darling

Cover Model: Haley Loan

Release Date: June 1, 2017

That is, until the feisty little blonde joins the tour.

Detour is a full length rock star contemporary romance. It’s the first in the Off Track Records series by Kacey Shea but can be read as a standalone and contains no cliffhangers. Intended for adult audiences.

Here’s a little from life on the road with Lexi Marx in this excerpt from Detour by Kacey Shea:

Sean tilts his head. “What did you smoke last night, Iz?”

“Fuck, I dun’nut even know.” He opens and closes his mouth wide as if that will somehow help his words come out better.

“Iz, that stuff’s gonna kill you,” I say, more than a little worried.

He meets my stare with an unfocused gaze, but his speech is better when he finally talks. “Don’cha worry ’bout me. I’m just fine. Been doin’ worse for years.” He laughs again, this time louder, and saunters down the short hallway to the bathroom. Moments later the shower clicks on.

“Should someone check on him? He okay in there alone?” I glance at Austin and Sean.

Austin’s back to his gaming controller, eyes stuck on the television screen. “I’m not going in there. Iz with clothes on is ugly enough.”

He’s no help. I turn to Sean. “He always like this?”

“High as fuck?”

“No. Unable to live a day without something between his lips.”

Trent appears at the hall entrance, his long, wavy hair all ruffled and falling in his eyes as if he just walked off the set of a cologne advertisement. Fucking gorgeous without doing a damn thing. I look away.

“Right? You’d think he’d suck dick the way he’s always got something in his mouth.” Trent’s lips lift in a grin and he grabs a protein shake from the fridge, joining Sean at the table but rotating in his seat to meet my glare.

“Did you get a look at him?” I lift my eyebrow and flick my lip ring, “Dicks don’t make you feel that good.”

Trent’s smile pulls wider. “I feel as though I should take offense to that comment on behalf of cocks everywhere, but I think the lady is right. I’ve never fucked a girl who looked that happy afterward.”

Sean laughs and I can’t help but give in to a smile.

“Speak for yourself! I give it to the ladies so hard they slide off my dick high as fuck,” Austin boasts, his thumbs darting over the buttons and joystick.

I look between him and Sean, and then back to Trent. “Between all of you, Austin must have the smallest dick. He protests too much.” I roll my eyes for good measure.

There’s a brief moment of awkward silence and for a second I’m worried they won’t think it’s funny or okay for me to join in the smack talk. That is, until Sean slams his fist on the table and explodes into a fit of laughter. Trent’s eyes water, he’s laughing so hard. Austin just curses, his undivided attention back on the game.

“Oh, my God! I’m dying.” Sean holds his hand up for me to meet his high five and I stand up, joining them at the table to slap his palm. “This chick is badass.”

“That, I already knew.” Trent grins, his eyes all too knowing with his stare.

My stomach twists with an unfamiliar feeling and I decide to ask a few questions since we’ve got miles to burn. “So, you guys don’t partake? In the Iz entertainment?”

“No judgement on Iz, but I don’t like feeling fucked up. Not all the time like he is,” Sean says.

“I’ve got my looks to maintain,” Austin pipes in from behind.

“Of course. What with that being your largest asset.” Not looking back at him I roll my eyes and shake my head with a smile.

“And longest,” Austin mutters.

We try to contain our snickers.

“What about you, Trent?” I say. “What’s your drug of choice?” I don’t know what I expect, but part of me hopes he sticks to the light stuff. There’s something about him, a presence that captivates the second he walks into a room, and I can’t help but decide that’d be lost if he became addicted to drugs. My hope begins to fade when he doesn’t answer right away, his gaze trained on the table where he traces imaginary shapes with his long fingers, and for the first time since we met he looks almost . . . nervous.

Sean grins and responds for him. “Pussy.”

Trent’s gaze snaps to meet his friend.

“Pardon?” I ask with a little laugh.

Trent stares at Sean, a silent threat in his eyes, but for what I don’t know. “I prefer a more delicate sweetness between my lips,” he finally answers, then drops his gaze to mine, winks, and sticks out his tongue. He rolls it around before shutting his mouth with a pompous smile. “Plus, with this bad boy, it’s like I was made for it.”

It’s arrogant and he’s just playing around, but a rush of need pools between my thighs at the thought of his mouth there.

No. Just no. I shake my head and get up to retrieve my guitar and notebook. I need to write, force myself to focus on why I’m here, where I’m going. The banter around me fades and within a few minutes I’m fully down the rabbit hole, writing, the words coming like a freight train. I don’t think, just scribble them out as fast as they fly. Creativity sparks. Collides. And I’m left with the most troubling of arrangements.

Because every damn sentence reminds me of Trent’s outrageous tongue.

I slam the notebook shut. That was counterproductive. And this is going to be a long ride. Long. Damn it!

I did it again.

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Kacey one day aspires to be a woman hand model in a sexy photo shoot. You know, the woman’s hand raking across the muscular back or six pack stomach of the male fitness model. Yep, that hand.

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