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The Monster of Fame by
Aimée Duffy
Can
the voice of an angel heal a tortured soul?
Annabelle MacIntosh enters a
reality singing contest to save her family from their mounting debt. Miles
Oliver, celebrity judge and the owner of the biggest record company in the UK,
doesn’t think she has what it takes. She sings like an angel, but when she
performs all he can focus on is the terror in her eyes. It’s a look he knows
only too well. After the pressure of fame destroyed his wife, Miles swore he’d
never let the same thing happen to anyone else. Driven by the guilt he’s
carried for years, Miles tries everything in his power to make sure Annabelle
doesn’t succeed, because he doesn’t believe she’ll survive it.
Annabelle needs that prize money,
and she’s determined to win it. As she fights to make it through each round of
the contest, an attraction begins to develop between the two adversaries. The
longer Annabelle remains in the competition, the deeper her attraction grows to
the man who’s trying to prevent her from reaching her goal. Can she convince
Miles she’s strong enough to fight the fame monster and win?
Excerpt
“We only have white. I hope that’s okay,” she said as she
pulled a bottle from the Smeg fridge.
“White’s fine,” he assured her. She reached for the top
shelf of one of the cupboards, pulling out two glasses. A strip of pearly skin
flashed at her waist as the top rose. His eyes were drawn to the creamy concave
of her stomach. His throat was taught. Every part of him itched to be closer to
her.
“Here we go.” Annabelle carried the glasses over to the work
surface he was leaning on. She was so close, her floral scent engulfed him.
“Annabelle,” he whispered huskily. She looked up at him,
surprise crossing her features until she looked harder. She must have seen the
feral hunger in his expression, known that when his attention dropped to her
plump lips it was because he wanted to taste them. When his gaze locked hers, a
flush stained her cheeks, but this time it wasn’t embarrassment.
Her colbalt eyes dropped to his lips and she moistened hers.
Miles doubted anyone could resist this kind of desire. This feeling went beyond
lust to an almost carnal level. It was all consuming and he didn’t have the
strength to fight it.
Worse still, he didn’t want to.
With his mind filled with nothing but her, he dipped his
head down and brushed his mouth against pink lips as soft as rose
petals—intending to pull away after a second—but an all consuming need sped
through his veins with a force he couldn’t control. Instead of pulling back he
cupped the nape of her neck with his hand and deepened the kiss.
Annabelle’s mouth opened and he could taste her sweet breath
on his tongue. She melted against him, as she snaked her hands around his neck.
Every part of his body that touched hers burned and for the first time in six
years, he was harder than granite.
He pulled his lips from hers and feathered her jaw with
kisses. She gasped when he reached her neck, igniting his desire to an inferno.
“Annabelle,” he groaned against the skin at her collarbone and she shivered all
over.
He closed his eyes and nibbled her silky skin. Just as he was
about to move back to her lips, Cassie’s face—grey and lifeless—flashed to the
forefront of his mind. His heated blood morphed into cold sludge in his veins
and his erection dissolved as swiftly as it had come.
Miles released her, instantaneously jumping back as if her
touch burned him. Annabelle’s skin flushed and her eyes were so dark, they were
no longer blue. Confusion colored her expression and he couldn’t speak. Guilt
lay heavy in his gut, threatening to travel up his throat and choke him.
Closing his eyes, he pinched the bridge of his nose and took
a deep breath. Cassie’s face—cold and lifeless—was ingrained against his lids
and the sick feeling came back, the same as it had when he’d found her dead in
their apartment.
“Miles?” He opened his eyes to Annabelle’s crest fallen
face. His was so numb he couldn’t imagine what kind of expression he wore.
“I…can’t” he choked out and started toward the door, pushing
away her outstretched hand. Once outside he gulped in a breath of cool night
air and jumped into his car. What had he been thinking? He was supposed to
befriend the girl, not kiss her until he became drunk with desire.
Author Bio
She lives in Central Scotland, surrounded by family and
friends. By day, she works in a private firm of lawyers, and by night she
considers herself extremely lucky to be writing the books she loves to read,
and to have the opportunity to share her characters’ happy ever afters with
readers. In her free time she enjoys hillwalking and handbag shopping.
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