Sizzle
Bad Boy Rockers
Book 1
Lexi Buchanan
Sizzle Copyright ? 2013 Lexi Buchanan All rights reserved. With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the author.
Published by HFCA Publishing House
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BETA Readers: HM Bendana, Kristy Louise Garbutt, Suella Holland, Marsha Thalleen, Gabriela Tortolano and Nadine Winningham This book is a written act of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
ISBN-13: 978-1494261948
Other books by Lexi Buchanan –––––––– Bad Boy Rockers Sizzle
Spicy
Sultry (2014) –––––––– McKenzie Brothers Seduce
The Wedding Rapture
Delight
(Educate Me) Forbidden Fruit Risqué (May-Jul 2014) Devour (8th May – 25th May 2014) (Gia, A Lawful Novella 0.5) Bad Boys of Romance (Elijah) HOT for Teacher –––––––– Fighter (2015) Hunter, A Lawful Novel (2015) Julian, A Lawful Novel (2015)
Dedication
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I would like to dedicate this book to two special people:
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Kristy Louise Garbutt, my Australian friend who read the very rough draft of this book and helped me to rename the characters when it was pointed out to me that all the characters names began with the letter J, apart from Thalia!!
I’m not going to mention the scene you suggested for the book, or I’ll make you blush. LOL
Kristy, you are my best friend and I love chatting to you at all hours of the day and night. I hope you know how grateful I am to have you for a friend and how much I appreciate everything you do for me. I love you loads. xx
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Nadine Winningham, my American friend who also read the very first draft of this book. You helped me to get untangled, spotted inconsistencies, pointed out the “J” names and stayed up nearly all night reading Sizzle. How many times have you read it now? LOL
You are always there at the end of an email for my cry of help, for which I will always be grateful.
Nadine, you have become a great friend and I hope you know how much everything you do means to me. Love you babe. xx
Chapter 1
Thalia
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The lumps of the new sofa dug painfully into my back as I wriggled to a new position; equally as uncomfortable as the first. I would never understand how Callie had convinced me to purchase it. I hated it – from the color, a sickly brown; sienna according to the designer, to the numerous lumps and bumps that you couldn’t escape, regardless of how you were sitting on it. It reminded me of the old, beat up sofa in my mom’s sunroom. The very one my uncle had hauled out and deposited in the tree house we’d built behind the tall cottonwoods.
I smiled at the memory. My first make out session had happened in that tree house, on that sofa. Ethan. Ethan Rock; the school jock and biggest asshole. He’d sweet talked his way into the tree house with every intention of getting to third base. I’d ended up kneeing him in his junk when my father shouted at me from the base of the tree; he’d frightened the shit out of us. Ethan, of course hadn’t spoken to me again, but what a memory.
“Thalia, what the hell are you grinning at?”
“Ethan Rock,” I replied to my roommate Callie, her voice shaking me from the memory.
“Huh, I don’t think I know him. You going to eat this Spaghetti Bolognese?”
I turned my head to look at her and burst out laughing. “Is there any left in the pan?” Her apron seemed to have a hell of a lot of red sauce all over it.
Callie was the world’s worst chef, and always insisted the next meal she cooked would be better than the previous one. That was so not going to happen.
“Ha, funny.”
“When’s it ready?”
“Ten minutes,” she said, before turning back into the small, cramped kitchen.
“Okay.” I hoped I wouldn’t regret eating what she’d made.
I’d met Callie within a couple of weeks of starting our freshman year at college, both of us studying English Literature – close to three years ago. After the summer break we’d be back as seniors. We couldn’t wait to strut our stuff around campus. Shit, who was I kidding? We had it all planned, or at least Callie did. I had no clue as to where I wanted to go, or what I wanted to do, but I figured if I had an English degree, it would open more doors for me, once I’d fully made my mind up.