Rush of Insanity by Eden Summers
Genre: Contemporary, Erotic Romance
Date of Publication: February 1, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-943576-60-9
Formats available: HTML, PDF, Mobi, ePub
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron-Hill
Book Description:
She won’t go down
without a fight…and he’s looking forward to it.
Harper left the
world-famous solo artist, Judd Hart, over a year ago. No matter how
much she cared for him, their worlds were miles apart. All they
shared was great sex and the ability to drive each other crazy. So
why is she at his concert, drooling over the sound of his delicious
voice, when she’s spent months convincing herself they can never
work?
Letting Harper walk out on
him was the biggest mistake of Judd’s life. And now that he’s
sighted her amongst the crowd, he won’t let her run away again. Not
even if it means holding her hostage on his tour bus until he can
seduce some sense into her. They have a lot to work out, but this
time, he will do whatever it takes to convince her they have a
future.
Apart, their lives are
smooth sailing. Together, it’s pure craziness. But sometimes it’s
okay to enjoy the rush of insanity.
He was still the stuff of
fantasies. His tank was loose, exposing tanned, muscled arms. His
chin-length hair was mussed, the tangled strands brushing against the
barely visible stubble on his jaw like a lover’s fingers, and his
drugging gaze beamed down at her from the projection screens at
either side of the stage.
“Jensen, can you kill
the glare and turn on the house lights?”
Oh, shit. She slunk into
her chair as the stadium was bathed in a fluorescent glow. There was
no way he could see her up here. But she felt exposed. Naked in front
of a crowd of over fifteen thousand.
“That’s perfect. Now I
can see all your gorgeous faces.” He strode to the front of the
stage, his faded, ripped jeans exposing tempting parts of his legs as
he searched the sea of fans. “It’s a simple game, last one
standing wins.”
Shouts rang out—“What
do we win?” “Are you the prize?” “Pick me, pick me.”
The last came from the
person seated next to her—her best friend—which Harper was happy
to counter with a Bitch, please glare.
Judd removed his earpiece
and a satisfied smirk tilted his lips. “First question—hands up
if you’re a local.”
The sea erupted with high
flying fingers. Harper remained slumped, happy to sit this one out.
Whatever the prize was, she didn’t want it. Not now. Not ever.
“Keep those hands high
if you’ve been to one of my concerts before.”
Very few hands lowered,
everyone still waving madly to gain any sort of attention.
“That’s awesome. I
appreciate the loyalty.” He shaded his eyes, peering into the upper
levels. “Now, this time, I want you to keep your hand raised and
stand if you have all my albums. I mean CDs not downloads.”
Harper scoffed. She
remembered a conversation with him a lifetime ago about CDs versus
iTunes. He was a technology nut and loved having access to his music
wherever he went. Whereas she preferred something tangible. Always
would.
Groans murmured through
the stadium as people lowered their hands and a lot less stood.
“You have all his CDs,
don’t you?” Nicole nudged her arm. “Stand up.”
“No, thank you.”
Her friend huffed and
pushed to her feet, raising her hand high.
“What the hell are you
doing?” Harper tried to tug Nicole back down and was batted away by
a swinging arm. “You don’t have all his CDs.”
“No. But you do. And if
you’re not going to participate, I’ll do it for you.”
People in the row below
shot them disapproving glares. People in the seats beside them, too.
They didn’t understand the importance of being inconspicuous.
Obviously, Nicole didn’t either.
“Sit the hell down,”
Harper grated through clenched teeth.
She wasn’t only hiding
from Judd, it was also his security team. Anyone who had worked on
the previous tour would recognize her, and she didn’t want the man
of the hour finding out she was here.
“Harper,” Nicole
warned. “You’re ruining my night.”
“Mine, too,” the man
beside her leaned forward to add.
She shot him a look that
spoke of rage and insanity. “Fine.” She slunked as far down in
her chair as possible without the threat of a back spasm and crossed
her arms over her chest. “Just pretend I’m not here.”
“My next question will
see most of your butts in seats—”
She closed her eyes at the
sound of his voice, wishing away the past and their inevitable end.
“—how many of you have
a tattoo that contains my lyrics?”
Oh, shit. Harper’s
stomach dissolved in a mass of tingles and the script on the side of
her left arm itched. She opened her eyes to the stadium roof and
measured her breathing. Slow in. Slow out. The question hit her in
the feels, and she’d sat through enough emotional crap because of
this man to last a lifetime.
No more. Please, no more.
She didn’t want to see
the result of his question. To place a number on how many women had
marked their body for Judd, like she had. But it was a train wreck
she couldn’t refrain from witnessing.
She scooted back in her
chair and hunted through the mass of people. One…Two…Three…Four…
There were more on the lower levels and no doubt some were out of
view. All female. Probably all grinning like they scored a role on
The Bachelor, when in reality it highlighted their pathetic
existence. And then there was Nicole, still standing proud at
Harper’s side, inching closer to the cusp of being slaughtered.
“I wish you’d sit
down,” she whispered, not hiding the plea in her tone. This was
like a Mission Impossible pivotal life and death scene and Nicole
simply didn’t understand the significance of being stealthy.
“Well, maybe you
shouldn’t have had ‘love is an affliction,’ tattooed on your
arm.”
“Last question.” Judd
spoke over the top of them. “And this is the most important.”
She couldn’t help it,
she inched to the edge of her seat, fully invested on what he said
next. Judd might not be famous for crowd interaction, but he was a
ladies man and she wanted to see the face of the wench who would win
something from the charmer she used to claim as her own.
“Here goes.” Judd
rubbed his hands together, glancing from woman to woman to woman.
“Keep standing if your name is Harper Douglas.”
Oh, fuck.
About the Author:
Eden Summers is a true
blue Aussie, living in regional New South Wales with her two
energetic young boys and a quick witted husband.
In late 2010, Eden’s
romance obsession could no longer be sated by reading alone, so she
decided to give voice to the sexy men and sassy women in her mind.
Eden can’t resist alpha
dominance, dark features and sarcasm in her fictional heroes and
loves a strong heroine who knows when to bite her tongue but also
serves retribution with a feminine smile on her face.
For more information on
other books by Eden, visit her website: www.EdenSummers.com
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