New release from Sofia Grey – Two Nights in Houston

 

For anyone who enjoys rock romance or contemporary romance. It was short but had all the feeling of a full length book.

 

The next in my Event Horizon series is released today. Two Nights in Houston is a romantic novella that ties up some loose ends from Lying in Shadows. It’s fun to read as a standalone too 🙂

Annnddd… it includes a sneak peek at the next in series, Covering the Lies, due out later this year.

 

Available for $0.99 on all major platforms.

 

 

Rock God Alex is in love with Sylvie, the bass guitarist in his band. Alex longs to tell her how he feels, but with the change and tragedy that have shaken her world, it never feels like the right time.

Event Horizon’s two-night layover in Houston could either be the perfect opportunity, or the mistake that pushes her away.

 

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Read the first chapter FREE on your kindle: HERE

 

Excerpt

Sylvie made her escape from the press conference. She waved to the crowd, and barged past the assembled support crew, apologising as she went. She was looking for one person, and there he was. Matt, her oldest brother, travelling with the band for this leg of the U.S.A. tour. Today she was meeting Rico’s family, and Matt was going with her for moral support.

“Hiya.” Matt’s achingly familiar Manchester accent washed over her. “Isn’t Alex joining us?”

“No.” She didn’t ask him. “Let me grab my bag from the dressing room, and then we’ll go. Are you ready?”

“Sure.” He gazed at her. “But I thought he said—”

She didn’t want to lie, so she improvised. “He’s busy. Can we go, please?” Sylvie ducked into her room, picked up the brightly coloured bag of gifts and her tiny handbag, and then paused to examine the reflection staring back from the huge mirror.

She wore her usual skinny jeans with flat sandals and a close-fitting tour T-shirt, and the supremely efficient air conditioning brought goose bumps to her arms—or was that a bad case of nerves? She swept her wild hair into a loose ponytail and smoothed the escaping strands back from her face. They refused to comply.

Her gaze was drawn to the tour poster hanging on the wall, the four band members shown in profile—Mick, with his bare, musclebound arms and shining bald head; Charlie beaming his cheeky panty-dropping smile, while running one hand through his short, spiked blond hair; Alex, his grin so sinful it should be illegal and his eyes of the darkest brown. Thick dark hair cascaded to his shoulders, framing a strong face with thick brows and a tidy goatee that made his lips even more delicious. AJ, Rock God. Adored by millions, and at the top of his game after eighteen years with his band.

And then there was Sylvie, staring into the distance, a secretive smile on her face. She’d been thinking about Alex during the shoot.

She glanced back at the mirror. What happened to Sizzle, the confident rock musician? No matter what she did today, she looked like a frightened young girl.

She found Alex waiting for her in the corridor, an innocent expression on his handsome face. “You don’t mind if I come with you? I’d like to meet Rico’s family.”

Oh God. Alex was who she really wanted by her side, supporting and comforting her, but she had to wean herself off him. He’d been so solid. So firmly in her corner and unshakeable in his determination to look after her. He turned into another big brother, alongside Matt and Jimmy. When she considered the other band members too, she was awash with protective males.

Sylvie pasted a big, cheerful smile on her face. “I’d rather you didn’t. I want to keep this… private.” She could kick herself at the stupid choice of words when she saw the flash of hurt in his eyes.

“Sure,” he said finally. “We’ll go another time, yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you later.” Aware that if she stayed any longer, she’d cave and ask him to come after all, she headed down the corridor to Matt who emerged from the restrooms. Well done, Sylvie. Nicely handled. Not.

“Oh,” said Matt. “There’s Alex. Maybe we should—”

She pulled on his sleeve. “Are you coming, or do I go by myself?”

Coming soon – Pole Position (and a new excerpt)

Not long now until my next release, my contemporary sports romance, Pole Position. You can snap it up at the pre-order price of $0.99, but it will go up to $3.99 from 18 February.

 

Here’s an excerpt for you:

 

Sitting on the bench in the yard, I gossiped with Clare and Danny while I waited for Jon to pick me up. I heard his car before he turned into the yard, and stood up at the same time as Danny.

“It’s good to see you happy again, love,” Danny said, before sweeping me into one of his bear hugs, and lifting me right off the ground. Despite my height, he carried me as easily as a bag of feed and strode across the yard.

I squealed with mock annoyance. “Put me down, you ass.”

“Here?” He held me over the water trough and pretended to drop me.

Thumping his shoulders, I was helpless with laughter, and clung to him just in case he let go. Eventually he set me back on the ground and that’s when I spotted Clare’s worried face. I turned to see Jon glowering at us, his fists clenched at his sides.

I hurried across the yard, dusting off the straw spills attached to me, and leaned into him to claim a kiss. He just stood there, scowling at Danny.

“Jon?” I was concerned. “Are you okay?”

“Huh?” He snapped his attention to me. “I’m fine. Are you ready to go?”

“I’ll just get my purse.” I walked back to the bench, puzzled. Meanwhile, Danny strode across the yard toward Jon, his hand held out in greeting.

“Well, mate, I don’t think we’ve actually been introduced. I’m Danny Webster and this is my yard.”

I watched the encounter with interest. I was pleased Danny was making the effort, and I hoped Jon would accept this olive branch.

A muscle twitched in Jon’s otherwise poker face, but Danny had his back to me and I couldn’t see his expression. After a long hesitation, Jon held out his hand for the briefest of shakes.

“Jon Craigowan.” He bit out the words. I could see he was angry with Danny, or me, I wasn’t yet sure.

My happy mood punctured, I trailed to Jon’s side, taking his hand and squeezing it, before gazing up at him.

“See you tomorrow, love,” said Danny. Leaning forward, he brushed a kiss across my cheek. “And don’t be late.”

Jon’s hand tightened on my fingers to the point where it hurt. I whimpered, and he instantly released me. “Come on,” he turned and stomped back to the car.

I’d barely climbed inside, didn’t even have my seatbelt fastened, when he started the engine with a roar and swung out of the yard, far too fast.

Jon. Let me fasten my belt please.”

He instantly slowed down, and held out his hand to me again. “Sorry.”

I took a deep breath. Something had changed but I didn’t know what. “Will you please drop me at home. At my house?”

His gaze flicked to me, anger flashing in his eyes. “I thought you were coming back with me?”

“Yes. I just want to pick up my car first.”

He stared, and then returned his attention to the road. “Why do you need your car?” His voice was low.

“I have to be up early in the morning.”

“Apparently. And I can’t get up early enough for you?”

“Why are we quarrelling? I don’t want to spoil our weekend together.” Anxiety churned in my stomach. Where had this row suddenly blown up from?

He groaned, pulled the car off the road into a side street and switched off the engine. Turning to me, he held out his arms, and I nestled into them. My heart thudded painfully inside my chest, and I could hear his racing too. What had just happened?

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I guess I was looking forward to spending the weekend with you, and then when you said you wanted to go home, I thought you’d changed your mind.”

He’d been acting strangely since he came to pick me up, before I asked to go for my car. “Is that all? You were odd in the yard. I thought you were angry with me then. Have I done something to annoy you?”

“No, of course not.” He held me close. “I’m being an idiot, and I’m sorry. Let’s forget it shall we?”

“Okay.” I was hesitant. He hadn’t answered my question and I was sure he was hiding something. When he nibbled my earlobe and slipped one hand under my grubby T-shirt, I was suitably distracted and forgot to be cross with him. I pulled back, playful now. “Not here.”

He gave me his delicious, sexy grin and wiggled his eyebrows. “I’m inclined to agree, you smell of horse. I think you need a shower first.”

Starting the engine, he set off again. “Do you still need your car, or do you trust me to drop you off early enough?”

“Of course I trust you. I just feel bad about you driving me round everywhere, when I have a perfectly good car at home.”

“That’s settled then.” His tone was happy. The argument had been forgotten.

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Pole Position is available only on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Pole-Position-Sofia-Grey-ebook/dp/B019X66D2A

Or Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Pole-Position-Sofia-Grey-ebook/dp/B019X66D2A/