Genre: Contemporary Romance
Synopsis
Sky changed her life for a man once, and she
has no intention of doing it again - even if he is a six-foot, tattooed rock
god who makes a mean bacon sandwich.
Sky Davis is fed up with boyfriend Grant taking
her for granted, and when she comes home to find him wearing a girl, Sky
suspects the relationship is over. She takes an unscheduled holiday and leaves
the life (and guy) she hates behind.
Rock star Dylan Morgan is struggling with fame
and infamy, sick of his life being controlled by other people. Dylan cuts his
hair and walks away from his role as lead singer of Blue Phoenix, leaving
behind chaos and speculation.
Outside the English seaside town of Broadbeach,
their cars and worlds collide.
Sky decides Dylan is an arrogant guy with too
many tattoos, and Dylan is amused by the smart-mouthed girl with no idea who he
is. Dylan and Sky soon discover they’ve
travelled to Broadbeach for the same reason - to escape from reality and head
back to a place with happy childhood memories. Losing themselves in a world
where they know nothing about each other, Sky and Dylan begin a summer romance
that soon heats up their rainy English summer.
Fantasies can’t last forever, and when reality crashes the party, Sky isn’t sure she wants to be more than his ‘summer Sky’ but
Dylan doesn’t want to let her go.
Returning to the real world, public scrutiny
isn’t their only problem.
Blue Phoenix lead guitar player, Jem Jones, has a reason for wanting Sky out of
Dylan’s life, and is
determined to come between them. Some things won’t stay hidden, even when they’re paid to ‘go
away’.
Summer Sky is a contemporary romance where
occasionally more than the bacon sizzles. It is the first in the Blue Phoenix
series.
The Blue Phoenix books are a series of
contemporary romance novels and novellas centred on the fictional rock band
Blue Phoenix.
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The story continues in Falling Sky (Blue Phoenix, #2)
release date June 2014.
About the
author
Lisa
is an author of new adult romance and writes both paranormal and contemporary,
often with a side of snark. In between running a business, looking after her
family and writing, Lisa sometimes finds spare time to do other things. This
often involves swapping her book worlds for gaming worlds. Lisa
is originally from the UK but moved to Australia in 2001 and now lives in Perth
in Western Australia with her husband, three children and dog.
Facebook:
www.facebook.com/lisaswallowbooks
Website: www.lisaswallow.net
Twitter: www.twitter.com/lisa_swallow_au
Mailing
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Extract
"Sky!
Waves!"
I have my back to
the ocean and a wave crashes against my legs, destabilising me. I regain my
footing and attempt to move before the retreating water sucks my feet into the
sand. At that moment, a larger wave wipes me completely, dragging my body
underwater. I panic at the confusion of being pushed and pulled out of my
control, seawater swirling hair into my face and the bubbles rushing into my
ears. The shell remains tightly gripped in my hand.
As water draws
away, I push my head free. Dylan stands on the edge of the shore, water lapping
his ankles, laughing. I spit out seawater and stagger to my feet. The weight of
the damp hoodie threatens to pull me down again as I push hair from my eyes.
"That was
fucking funny! You should see your face!" He wades towards me, arm
outstretched to help.
Attempting to keep
my footing, I lunge at him and slap his hard chest with both palms. "It
was not! Screw you!" Dylan catches my arms as I make contact, and pulls me
towards him.
Scrutinising my
face briefly, Dylan takes my cheeks in his broad palms and crushes his lips
against mine. I gasp again, but it's not the sea snatching my breath this time.
A new wave sways us, and Dylan holds my face tightly, his own footing steady,
as his mouth claims mine. A small voice in my head asks what the hell I’m doing, but I
ignore it. Dylan overwhelms all common sense the moment I have any physical
contact with him. Losing myself in his mint-flavoured kiss, in the slide of his
tongue, I yield to the power he holds over me. Dylan curls his fingers into my
wet hair and pulls me closer; I respond with a deep kiss, running fingers
across his face.
Fierce or gentle,
his kisses mould my soul to his as perfectly as his body shapes with mine, as
if we’re in a place
created by our coming together. Kissing Dylan last night pulled me into his
orbit, and when I see stars again, I swear his kisses will always take me away
from the real world. If Dylan can remove me from reality with only this, God
knows what anything else he's skilful at would do to me. The thought of us skin
on skin, united through more than a kiss, lights a fire deep inside that would
take more than the cold Cornish sea to extinguish.
Dylan loosens his
grip on my hair and slides his hands across my damp back. He closes the final
gap between us as our bodies meet; the soaked clothes annoyingly in the way.
"I have never met anyone so…" He grasps for a word, but then
gives up and rests his forehead on mine. "I feel as if I’ve waited my whole
life to meet you and then suddenly you’re here."
For a moment, I
consider whether he’s teasing me again,
but I guess I’m very different to
the people in his real life. "I can honestly say I've never met anyone
like you, Dylan Morgan."
He wipes water from
my cheek with cool, damp fingers. "No one’s met Dylan Morgan
apart from you, not for a lot of years, anyway."
I stare at the
truth reflected in his pale blue eyes, unable to believe any of this is
reality. His grip on my back loosens, and I step back. Rain drips down his
face, soaking through his now damp T-shirt and clinging to his body in a way
that does nothing to help my mounting desire to get my hands on him.
A subject change is
needed rapidly, before I begin drooling.
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