ALL FIRED UP (Black Halo #2)
by Madelynne Ellis
Contemporary/Erotic Romance
Published by Mischief on December 18th, 2014
All Fired Up is the follow-up to New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Madelynne Ellis' scorching rock star romance novel, All Night Long, and is the fourth novel about the band Black Halo.
Ginny Walters always knew her weakness for bad boys would get her into trouble. Her one night stand with Black Halo's lead guitarist, Ash Gore, was only supposed to be a fun, not the prelude to the sort of relationship that'd scorch holes in her heart as well as her bed sheets. She'd be the happiest woman in the world if Ash wasn't so determined to keep their connection off radar.
Ash Gore knows girlfriends are bad news for bands, which is why he's resolved to keep his attachment to Ginny a secret. He and the guys have enough on their stages as they try to piece themselves back together after the band's split. But when new drummer, Iain Willows, starts taking an active interest in Ginny, tensions quickly mount. Soon, Ash is not only at risk of losing Ginny, but everything he holds dearest--including life itself.
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Suggested reading order:
Come Undone (Rock Hard #1)
All Night Long (Black Halo #1)
Remastered (Black Halo #1.5)
Come Together (Rock Hard #2)
All Fired Up (Black Halo #2)
Excerpt
Excerpt
‘You’re
insane,’ Ginny insisted, once they were out of the shop. She opened the little
case again. She couldn’t help herself, it was impossible not to look at the
thing, even though part of her still rebelled at the notion of accepting it. ‘I
could probably pay for a year’s worth of tuition with this.’
‘Do
you need to pay for a year’s tuition?’
She
shook her head. She’d money saved up to pay her way, and even if she hadn’t. ‘I
wouldn’t let you pay them even if I did. I don’t want to be your kept woman,
Ash.’ Travel expenses and hotel bills were different. They were only necessary
due to his silly rules. Otherwise she’d have happily been holed up on the tour
bus with him.
‘What
about being my love slave?’
‘If
anyone’s going to be a love slave, it’ll be you.’
‘OK,’
he agreed, surprisingly readily. ‘Buy me a collar and you can keep me instead.’
Ginny
laughed. As if he’d ever obey an order, and she wouldn’t really want him too
anyway. She liked the tug o’ war between them, both of them pulling in different
directions, and sometimes one coming out on top and sometimes the other. ‘I
think your tastes might be out of my budget ranges,’ she told him, though he
would look nice in studded collar of the variety Xane sometimes wore.
‘Nah,’
Ash drawled, moving in close so that his thigh pressed against hers. ‘I have
very basic expectations: a solid breakfast, the cartoon network and lots of
mind-blowing sex. See, very inexpensive.’
Obviously
he’d never had a minor heart attack over a cable bill. She closed the lid on
the little box, realising that in some respects their life experiences were as
far apart as the sun and moon. He seemed to catch on to her sudden sense of
melancholy, because he folded his hand over the box and then wiggled his nose
against hers Eskimo style.
‘If
I wear this, you’ll risk cutting your tongue to shreds when you’re licking,’
she told him.
His soulful blue eyes lit at the mention of
licking, and the corners of his lips inched upwards, until a wicked grin had
spread across his face. ‘That’s a risk totally worth taking.’ He let out a warm
slow breath. ‘I want to lick you now, Ginny. I want to see you wearing this
jewellery and not a whole lot else, and I want to suck your clit until you come
so hard your bones are like jelly.’
He
washed away her moment of despondency in an instant. Ash and his tongue were
legendary, and hell, if she didn’t know first-hand that the legend had sprung
up for a reason.
‘I’m
not sure the middle of a street in broad daylight is the ideal spot for that,’
she remarked, attempting to sound scandalized in order to disguise her
excitement at the mere possibility. ‘I mean, I know Xane’s no respecter of
public decency, but I thought Danger Mouse was more prudent.’ While her friend
Dani might not say a whole lot about what she and Xane got up to together, the
world press hadn’t been nearly so circumspect – sex overlooking the ocean, sex
on a train, and masses on the beach. Sometimes she wondered if they’d snatched
the wrong men and ought to arrange a swap. She’d have no issues with Xane’s
propensity for scandalizing the nation, or his rather fluid sexuality, and Dani
would adore Ash for attempting to keep her out of the limelight. They’d have a
lovely rural home somewhere together, where they’d rear twenty-three kids with
increasingly ridiculous names and have hops growing from the roof.
Except,
Xane was damned high maintenance, and Ash could make her melt just by crooking
his little finger.
‘I’m
not sure we’ve been watching the same show.’ He laughed, and plucked the little
box from her hand. ‘And for the record, Xane doesn’t have a monopoly on doing
it out doors.’
‘Oh,
yeah,’ she said stepping in front of him, and dragging him down to her level by
snatching hold of his T-shirt. ‘Gonna prove that to me, stud?’ She couldn’t
even persuade Ash to be seen publically with her. Today didn’t count. He was
pretending to be Danger Mouse and not Ashley Gore, super-hot love machine from
the global trailblazers of gothic rock, Black Halo.
She
danced her tongue against his, making him groan so hard, her jelly-legs over
the prospect of him actually getting her off somewhere he shouldn’t were at
least fifty per cent more steady than his.
‘You
challenging me?’ he gasped, when she gave him a second in which to breathe.
‘You really want to risk being arrested, seen and totally blowing our cover.’
‘I
want you to get down on your knees, lift up my skirt and at put your mouth
where it matters, but I think you’re a big chicken.’
‘Is
that so?’
She
nodded.
‘Sheesh!’
He made a whistling noise through his teeth. ‘You’re a bad influence, Ginny
Walters. I don’t know if my mum’s going to approve of you. She might think
you’re a bit wild.’
Oh,
bugger! It didn’t look as if this conversation was headed in quite the
direction she’d like.
‘If
I do it, will you wear the bauble I bought you?’ Ash asked, flashing her the
most outrageous grin as he thrust the ball firmly back in her court.
‘Sweetheart,
if you bring me off using just your tongue, then I’ll let you put it in place.’
He
seemed to grasp the gravitas of that offer, because he made a choked kind of
sound that might have been, ‘baby.’ She was glad he got it, because to date
she’d only trusted herself and her piercer to get that intimate with her
anatomy.
‘Where?’
he said. ‘Cause we need to find somewhere right now.’ He tugged at his long
hair, as he turned a full circle, seeking out the perfect venue. The street
full of shops didn’t yield an immediate answer.
‘Here,’
Ginny replied, tugging him towards a narrow alleyway sandwiched between two of
the cramped mediaeval buildings. She prayed it lead to a dead-end and didn’t
turn out to be a convenient short-cut between two major thoroughfares. As luck
turned out, it led somewhere even better, onto a quiet church yard, with mossy
weathered stones and black lead railings. She took a good look around to make
sure they weren’t being observed—there was no one about, though the church
doors stood open so it was obviously in use—before darting beneath the catkins
of an enormous weeping willow.
Ash
prowled in behind her, shedding his leather jacket as he walked. He let it fall
upon the twigs and dry earth. God, he looked hot in that T-shirt, like he was
about to rip his way out of it at any minute, it fit so well.
Ginny
slowly backed up until her back hit the tree trunk.
‘Show
me,’ he demanded.
Provocatively,
she inched her hem up her bare legs, showing first her knees then the curves of
her thighs, then just the merest glimpse of her panties.
‘More,’
he mouthed, his face filled with hunger. ‘Show me more.’
She
lifted the hem another centimetre, which wasn’t nearly enough for Ash, who
dropped onto his knees before her and snuggled up against her thighs.
‘My
lady needs to be bare. I can’t see anything with these ugly things in the way.’
He hooked his fingers under the sides of her panties, which for the record
weren’t ugly but black and lacy, and then drew them down her legs, so they hung
around her thighs. ‘That’s better.’ His tongue found her sweet spot, flicked
over the base of her barbell and then the underside of her clit, proving
categorically that she could go from a wee bit horny to
oh-my-God-give-it-to-me-now-or-I’m-going-to-die in under a second.
Of
course, this being Ash, he was merely saying hello. No sooner did he have her
pulse racing, he was backing off and letting her steam while he explored first
the other end of her piercing, and then the bits of her thighs that normally
sat exposed above her stocking tops. Ginny shoved the heel of one hand into her
mouth to stifle her own groans. He raised goose bumps across her skin, and made
her squirm against him with need.
Ash
Gore had a mouth made for sin. More specifically it was expertly engineered to
make licking a thing of absolute beauty. The really killer part was that he got
off on wiggling his tongue into naughty places.
‘Are
you gonna draw this out?’ she asked, praying the answer was no, because,
honestly, she didn’t want to wait.
‘It’s
impolite to dive right in. I need to say hello to all my favourite bits first.’
He
had too many favourite bits, apparently. Her toes curled when he nipped the
base of her belly. Her fingers tangled in his hair, when he sucked and then
worked his tongue against her swollen lips. When finally got back to her jewel
and the sensitive nub it rested against, she nearly came on the spot.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Madelynne Ellis is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of erotic romance. Her novels and short stories have been published by a variety of houses including HarperCollins, Harlequin and Random House, and have been translated into several languages. She lives in the UK, not far from the Welsh border with her partner of 20 + years, their two adorable children, and a crazy cavachon puppy. Madelynne drinks decaf out of preference, and has a healthy obsession with a certain Japanese rock star. Her aim is to deliver scorching, character-driven stories that enchant, torment and don’t shy from darker aspects of life.
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