Release Week Event: Kiro’s Emily (Rosemary Beach #10) by Abbi Glines
The year is 1992, and no one on the rock music scene is hotter than Kiro Manning, the lead singer
of Slacker Demon. With a multi-platinum record, total ownership of the Billboard charts, sold-out
concerts, and sinful amounts of money, Kiro can have anything—and anyone—he wants.So when a dark-haired, conservative beauty rebuffs him at a concert after-party, his first thought
is, “Who the hell does she think she is?” His second thought: “How do I make her mine?” Kiro
has always loved a good challenge, but not every girl wants to get involved with a rock god.
Especially this girl.He let her go that night, but he never forgot her. And when they met again, he vowed not to give
up again so easily.As the world worshipped Kiro, he came to worship the girl, who became everything he never
knew he needed. The only girl he would ever love. His Emily.From #1 New York Times bestselling author Abbi Glines comes a heart-wrenching e-novella in
the Rosemary Beach series about the star-crossed romance between Kiro and Emily, first
introduced in Take a Chance. This is Abbi’s holiday gift to the devoted fans of the series.
EXCERPT
apartment complex with no fucking security was Emmy’s home. This wasn’t where
I’d been picturing her. And I pictured her a fucking lot.
Waiting with my hands tucked in the pockets of my jeans, I was trying to remain calm.
But fuck it all, I had been waiting to see her face for months. Every time I
heard her voice my entire body went on high alert. I couldn’t rein in its
attraction to Emmy.
a pair of tiny little shorts and a camisole. Her hair was tangled and her
gorgeous eyes were wide.
“Kiro,” she said, unable to hide the grin that lit up her face. It was midnight. I had
changed my flight from London to come here instead of Los Angeles. I didn’t
fucking miss my house. I only missed one thing while on tour, and it was this
face. Fuck me.
firmly stuck in the pockets of my jeans. I didn’t trust them around Emily. They
wanted to touch her.
as she ran her fingers through the strands, trying to tame them. But I liked it
just the way it was.
up and she frowned. “Oh wait. I’m asleep. This is a dream.” Her face fell.
Fuck it! I took my hands out of my pockets and wrapped her in my arms. She inhaled
deeply as I held her to my chest. “I’m real and you’re very awake,” I told her,
unable to keep the thickness out of my throat. She got to me. She was fucking
with my head. Seriously fucking with it.
“You feel real.” Her arms came around my waist.
stood there with her in my arms as long as she would let me. Hell, I would’ve
stood there all damn night if she wanted me to.
head back to look up at me.
cupped her face and felt her soft skin under my thumbs as I brushed her
cheekbones.
strides to the sofa and sank down with her in my lap. She didn’t pull away, and
God, that felt good. “So fucking sweet,” I murmured as I stared down into her
face. I hadn’t made this shit up. She was better than I remembered. Fuck, she
was so much better. That voice had gotten me through the tour.
About the Author:
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LASTS, BECAUSE OF LOW, BREATHE, THE VINCENT BOYS, THE VINCENT
BROTHERS, THE EXISTENCE TRILOGY.
