They're friends online - but can they be more in real life?
Writer Tara McFadden has been friends with artist and drummer Hector Fernandez for years, long before his band became famous on reality TV – yet they’ve never met in person. They finally have a chance to connect offline when they’re both sent to Comic-Con to promote the graphic novel they collaborated on.
Hector's secretly been in love with Tara for as long as he can remember, and once they meet, she sees him in a new light. All the years of longing lead to an incredible night of passion after one of his concerts, but neither is sure if their online relationship can translate into a real life romance – or if this will ruin their friendship forever. Over four crazy days at Comic-Con, Hector and Tara must decide if they want a future together. But when their story seems to be over, it’s up to Hector’s entire band to make sure he and Tara get their happy ending.
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“I’ve heard so
much about your sisters. I’d love to meet them sometime.”
Hector’s shoulders
relaxed and he returned the squeeze. “They wanted to come to Comic-Con so bad.
Especially Yasmine. She’s obsessed with that Arrow show and told me to get the guy’s autograph.”
“That guy is pretty hot. He’s always running
around half-naked on the show, like they have some shirtless quota to fill
every episode. Not that I’m complaining. I mean, those abs, my god.”
“You trying to
make me jealous? Maybe I should take my shirt off so you won’t think about that
other guy.”
I laughed,
relieved he was joking around again. “I wouldn’t complain if you did. You have
incredible abs, too.”
“Oh yeah?” He
quickly tugged his black shirt over his head. “Done.”
He shouldn't be
allowed to remove his shirt like that without some kind of warning first. I
shoved him lightly in the side, mainly so I could touch him. “Show off.”
He grinned and
flexed his arms in an exaggerated way, and it was hard not to stare at his
rippling muscles. “Sorry, should I put my shirt back on?”
“No, definitely
not. In fact, you should never wear a shirt again. You’d be doing the world a
favor.”
He let out a deep,
hearty laugh that rumbled down my spine, and it made my day knowing I’d caused
it. I made a resolution to try to make him laugh more often.
Ahead of us, a
girl yelled, “Oh my god!” She dragged her friend down the sidewalk, and they
were both dressed in identical Slave Leia costumes from Return Of The Jedi. “You’re Hector, from Villain Complex!”
Hector didn’t move
to put his shirt back on, but he shifted on his feet, like he wanted to bolt.
“Hey…”
“Your band is so
freaking hot,” Slave Leia No. 2 said, leaning forward and drawing attention to
her barely there gold top and impressive cleavage. “I watched every episode of The Sound.”
“Me, too,” the
first one said. She played with her long braid, her eyes glued to Hector’s
naked chest. “I love you guys.”
“Um, thanks,” he
said.
“Aren’t you two
cold in those costumes?” I asked, eyeing their exposed legs. I wasn’t wearing
much more than them, but I wanted to make it clear that I was with Hector.
They cast me a
confused glance, like they wondered what I was doing there. The first Slave
Leia took a step closer to Hector, invading his personal space. “Hey, you want
to come party with us?”
The second girl
moved in too, licking her lips. “It’ll be fun, we promise.”
I didn’t have a
violent bone in my body, yet I had the sudden, primal urge to growl and shove
them back, to make sure they knew he was mine. My god, what had gotten into me?
“Sorry, I’m busy
tonight.” Hector placed a hand on the small of my back, an intimate gesture not
lost on them…or on me.
“She can come
along, if you want,” Slave Leia No. 2
said, with another brief glance my way.
I laughed. “Yeah,
that’s going to happen, oh…how about never.”
Hector tried to
suppress a grin. “Thanks for the offer, but we’re good.”
We walked away,
his hand a steady, almost possessive presence on my lower back. I leaned
against his side and the heat rising off his skin enveloped me.
Sorry ladies,
Hector was all mine. At least for the next few days.
I nudged him with
my hip. “You better put your shirt back on. I don’t want any other girls
getting ideas.”
“That was unusual.
They always go for Jared, or sometimes Kyle. Never me.” He removed his Villain
Complex hat and shoved it into his jeans, shaking his hair out. “Not sure I
like the attention.”
“No? I thought
every guy dreamed of scantily clad women inviting him for a threesome.”
He pinned me with his smoldering dark eyes. “Not this guy.”
The intensity of
his gaze took my breath away. The chemistry between us was thick, the desire so
strong I could practically smell it in the air. He was still shirtless, a large,
handsome, solid mountain of a man.
A mountain I
wanted to climb and conquer.
About the author:
Elizabeth Briggs is a full-time geek who writes books for teens and adults. She plays the guitar, mentors at-risk teens, and volunteers with a dog rescue group. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband and a pack of small, fluffy dogs.
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