Spotlight: Â Love Songs For the Road by Farrah Taylor
Love Songs For the Road Farrah Taylor
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Entangled Publishing – Bliss
Date of Publication: January 13, 2014
Number of pages: 220
Cover Artist: Jessica Cantor
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A rock star. The nanny. A love that could rock their world.
The only thing rock star Marcus Troy loves more than making music is his kids. So finding just the right nanny to take on tour with them is importantâas is proving to his ex he deserves joint custody. Falling for his employee wouldnât just be fodder for the paparazzi: it could ruin everything.
Too bad the perfect nanny turns out to be beautiful, vibrant Ryan Evans. Ryanâs never left her small Montana town before, so she jumps at the chance to see the country. And as much as accidental fame doesnât gel with shy Ryan, what does is her relationship with her capricious, smoking-hot, shockingly good dad of a boss. Marcus is nothing like what she expected. But when the whole worldâs watching them, will life in the spotlight be too hot to handle?
About the Author:
A reading specialist with a masters degree in Early Childhood Education, Farrah Taylor has taught first grade in Northwest Montana for over a decade. She is thrilled to be publishing her first novel, Love Songs for the Road. Farrah, a lifelong music lover who has spent far too much of her savings on concert tickets, is glad to finally be seeing a return on the investment. She lives with her husband, Ty, and son, Latham, in Polson, Montana.
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âWhoa,â Ryan said under her breath. She had neverÂ seen a male form so beautiful. Marcusâs skin was perfectlyÂ bronzed, his chest bare and sculpted. His shoulders wereÂ broad as a swimmerâs, and his arms were covered in sexy,intricate tattoos. His brown hair had a slight wave to it.
She couldnât see his eyes, of course, though she did take Â note of his high cheekbones and strong jawline. To featuresÂ like those, she had no objection. But it was his rock-hardÂ abdomen that made Ryan feel so light-headed she foundÂ herself looking for the nearest place to sit. Even as MarcusÂ lay still, his insanely defined abs seemed to shimmer whenÂ they caught the sunlight coming through the window.
But as much as she was enjoying the view, Ryan wasÂ a little freaked out, too. What was going on here? Had aÂ girlfriend of Marcusâs tied him up and left him here after aÂ kinky sexcapade? Had a groupie stalked him and inflictedÂ some kind of horrible revenge fantasy on him? She coveredÂ her eyes with her hand, but then, she peeked through herÂ fingers. It seemed wrong, but she just couldnât help herself.
Slowly, a smile curled across Marcusâs lips, but stillÂ he said nothing. He seemed to be waiting for something,Â moving his neck lightly as if to better listen. Turning hisÂ head toward Ryan and Serena, he raised his index finger toÂ his lips. Why was he shushing them?
Suddenly, a closet door across the room swung open, andÂ two children ran out toward Marcus, screamingâa boy ofÂ four or five carrying a plastic ax and a girl who looked aboutÂ ten wielding an enormous Nerf bat and wearing a footballÂ helmet. Their battle cries were so shrill that Serena stuckÂ her fingers in her ears, while the children began beating theÂ hell out of their dad, who tried and failed to defend himselfÂ against the punishing blows.
âDo you surrender, prisoner?â the girl demanded. SheÂ kept her game face on. She was something fierce.
The boy was giggling, though, as he repeated his sisterâsÂ words. âSurrendah! Surrendah!â
âI give up! Iâve had enough,â Marcus cried, his fear andÂ terror sounding real enough. âJust donât hurt me anymore. IÂ canât take the pain!â
The children collapsed into giggles and fell upon theirÂ father. Of course, it wasnât every day that Ryan interviewedÂ with a gorgeous, captive man, but she was nearly as surprisedÂ by the sexy prisonerâs parenting skills. By all appearances,Â Marcus was a fantastic dad, easy and affectionate with hisÂ kids, not someone who would leave the child-rearing toÂ professionals while he wrote chart-topping singles andÂ bedded breathless groupies.
He took off his blindfold and hopped over to Ryan andÂ Serena, still struggling with the cloth ties that bound hisÂ ankles and wrists.
âHi, are you the nanny?â he said excitedly.
âThatâs me,â Ryan said, as calmly as she could manage.
âRyan Evans, at your service.â
âIâm Marcus,â he said. âIâd shake your hand, but Iâm all tiedÂ up at the moment.â