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Surya Patel is the drummer for the massively popular band, Moonlight. When his label suggests a collaboration with Luck, the band Moonlight toured with the year before, he should be all for it. Except he slept with Luck’s manager during the tour and then bolted in the dead of night. He’s regretted leaving ever since, but he knows being around Em will only lead to disaster.
Unfortunately for Surya, the person the label sends to sweet-talk him into the collaboration is none other than Emmanuel himself. Emmanuel Cortez has spent months trying to forget the hottest night of his life—the night he slept with Surya. It’s been a year, but not even the death of his beloved grandmother and the subsequent family drama could keep the memories away. Now his job is to convince Surya to collaborate with Luck, and he has to be professional. But a day spent together leads to another passionate night. This time Surya is the one to wake up alone.
It only takes Em’s departure for Surya to realize he’s had a change of heart. The heat between him and Em burns too brightly to be let go. Surya isn’t satisfied with just one night anymore. He wants forever.
Hi, all! Thanks to My Fiction Nook for having me today. :) MJ O’Shea and I are thrilled that Moonstruck, the last of the second editions in our Lucky Moon series, finally came out today! For those who’ve wanted to have the complete set in paperback format, they’re all available now, and they look so great together with the fabulous covers LC Chase designed for us!
Today I wanted to share with you an exclusive excerpt of some of the new content that we added to Moonstruck. This rerelease is about 12K longer than the original, and we think the addition made for a better, stronger story. We hope you all enjoy it!
Just to set up the scene, this is the morning after Surya and Em sleep together for the second time. (Not a spoiler; you know this is going to happen from the blurb.)
It was past dawn when Em woke up. Way past dawn. He blamed his body clock and lack of sleep and the fact that he hadn’t heard the very subtle alarm he’d set on his phone.
Shit, shit, shit.
Surya was there still, half asleep, half smiling, looking like every dream Em had ever had. I can’t do this. I can’t stay and let him do whatever it is he always does. Em had lived through one Surya Patel brush-off before. He didn’t know if he could survive another one.
Em catapulted himself out of bed as softly as he could. Surya was already turning toward his side, arms outstretched. Time to nip whatever was about to happen in the bud. Too bad he didn’t want to. He wanted to crawl back between the sheets for more kisses and touches, more skin and Surya’s gravelly morning voice. But that wasn’t meant to be. Not if he wanted to keep a semblance of his dignity. After all, he’d just slept with the man who had already rejected him.
Way to keep your head held high.
Em pulled on trousers and his sweater, checked the bathroom for toiletries, tried to shove them into his carryall as quietly as possible.
“Em?” came a call from the main room.
Fuck. Em took a deep breath and plastered a light, dismissive smile on his face. Fake as all hell but the best armor he had.
“Hey!” he chirped. “Don’t mind me. You’re welcome to sleep another hour or two.”
“Where are you going?” Surya asked. He was so beautiful, rubbing sleep out of his eyes, hair like mussed ink against the stark white sheets. Em couldn’t look, so he turned away.
“Heathrow. I grabbed an earlier flight so I don’t miss a whole day of work when I get home.”
“I thought…” He had to admit, he heard the disappointment in Surya’s voice. He felt the air in the room change. Em was nothing if not good at reading people. Surya wanted him to stay. At least for the moment he did. Who knows what he’d want if Em let his guard down. At least he only had a couple of things to pack.
“Really, stay in here if you want. I know we had a late night and you’re probably exhausted.”
He let himself look back at Surya, who was gorgeous and sleepy and confused as hell. Hurt. His face looked hurt. What the hell did he expect? Em wasn’t going to open up his entire chest cavity again and let Surya in there with a pickaxe to do as much damage as he wanted.
“No. No, I’ll go.” Surya went to move. Em zipped the zipper on his overnight case and picked up his jacket from where it had been draped over the back of a chair.
“I’m out, sweetie,” Em said. “But I’ll see you in New York, okay?” He should’ve hugged him, kissed him on the forehead. Something. Em couldn’t do it. Instead he flashed Surya one more fake cheerful smile that he hoped like hell Surya bought and turned for the door.
“I….” Surya’s voice trailed off as Em waved and shut the door.
In the hallway he let his face fall. That had been harder than he’d thought… but in a weird way it was also a little satisfying. Maybe he and Surya’s slate was cleared now. They could go back to… nothing. It was probably best that way.
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About Piper Vaughn:
Piper Vaughn wrote her first love story at eleven and never looked back. Since then, she’s known that writing in some form was exactly what she wanted to do. A reader at the core, Piper loves nothing more than getting lost in a great book—fantasy, young adult, romance, she loves them all (and has a two-thousand-book library to prove it!). She grew up in Chicago, in an ethnically diverse neighborhood, and loves to put faces and characters of every ethnicity in her stories, so her fictional worlds are as colorful as the real one. Above all, she believes that everyone needs a little true love in their life…even if it’s only in a book.
About M.J. O'Shea:
M.j. O’Shea has never met a music festival, paintbrush, or flower crown she can stay away from. She loves rainstorms and a perfect cup of tea, beach days, music, bright colors, and more than anything a cozy evening with a really great book.
She is from the Pacific Northwest. While she still lives there and loves it, M.j. has the heart of a wanderer. So she puts all her dreams of far off places and extraordinary people in her books.
Except for every once in a while when she does what all travelers have to do on occasion… come home.
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