
Title: Spark
Author: S.L. Scott
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
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SYNOPSIS
One break is all The Crow Brothers need and weāre about to get it.
Johnny Outlaw, rock legend and lead singer of The Resistance, is here to watch us play. But heās not the only familiar face in the crowdākiller little body, heart-shaped face, and drop-dead gorgeous.
Hannah Nichols sitting at the bar makes it hard to concentrate, sparks already reigniting. The beauty was never a groupie and tonight sheās not here to catch our show. She came to drop a bomb. āYou have a son.ā
She underestimated me. Iāll prove to my son, and her, that I can be the dad he needs.
What is it about musicians? Why are they so damn sexy?
My heart was Jet Crowās the moment he opened his sexy mouth and sang that first song. One stolen night with that man would never be enough, but Iām not here to fall into his bed. Again. Iām here to fight for custody of a son heās never known.
Thereās just one problem. Those sparks between us have become flames. If weāre not careful weāre both going to get burned.


Title: Spark
Author: S.L. Scott
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 22, 2018
Cover Design: RBA Designs
Goodreads: http://bit.ly/SparkGR


SPARK EXCERPT
Prologue
Jet Crow
Subtle scents of cinnamon mix with the taste of whiskey on her skin. I lick her from collarbone to the back of her ear, her moans enticing me to take more than a gentle share of what I want.
Iām well past hooking up with groupies, but something drew me to the beautiful brunette. Under the bright spotlight of that stage, my eyes found hers as I sang about finding the missing piece of me. Maybe it was the way she pretended to not care, catching my eyes and then turning away as if she was too shy to come speak to me, but too good to be bothered. It didnāt matter. I was already caught up in her as much as she was caught up in me.
The set ended and I made my way over to the mystery woman, the one who hid in the dark of the bar just as two shots were served. I took the shot of Fireball and then took her home shortly after.
F***. She feels good.
Hard little body, but soft in all the right places. Tits that fill my large hands and legs that spread enough for me to squeeze between her thighs. I bet she wouldnāt reach my shoulders in heels. Speaking of, āKeep them on.ā
I like the feel of the leather against my lower back, the hard heel scraping across my skin when she tries to power play me by tightening around my waist and pulling me closer. I didnāt ask her to my bedroom. I didnāt have a chance. What started out as laughing while we shared a two a.m. snack of Cheetos, hummus, and whiskey turned into me eating her as a snack on top of my kitchen counter. I donāt ever do that with a one-nighter, but damn if she didnāt make me want to break more rules with her.
She kisses me like a woman in need of water, taking as much as she wants while pressing her heels into my ass. The heat between us emanates until Iām dragging my shirt off to try to cool down.
I knew she was different the moment she opened her mouth back at the bar. āYou sing rock with so much soul. Who hurt you?ā
āNo one gets close enough to do me any harm.ā
āThatās a pity.ā
āItās a pity Iāve never been hurt?ā
āNo, itās a pity youāve never loved anyone enough to get hurt.ā
My heart started beating for what felt like the first time as I looked into her sultry eyes. I could blame the booze, but I canāt lie to myself. She had me thinking twice on things I never considered once before.
Who was this woman?
Even with our stomachs full, we werenāt satisfied. She dragged me by the belt down the hall to my bedroom. Her clothes were off and mine quickly followed before we tumbled into bed.
Fast. I want to f*** her fast and hard, but every time our eyes connect thereās such sadness found in her grays that I slow down. Wanting her to hold contact, I cup her cheek. āHannah?ā
Her eyes slowly open, the long lashes framing the lust I find between them. āWhat?ā she asks between heavy breaths.
āAre you okay?ā
āIām good.ā
āJust making sure.ā
She runs her hands up my neck and into the back of my hair. āIām sure.ā Pulling me down to her, our mouths are just a few inches apart when she whispers, āI want you. I want to do this.ā
Shy isnāt something Iād call her considering we were in my bed two hours after meeting. I like a woman who knows what she wants. Hannah knows. And f*** if it isnāt a turn on that she wants me.
About The Author:

Living in the capital of Texas with her family, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, and cooking with her kids. She’s obsessed with epic romances and loves a good plot twist. Her favorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filled with the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes to think she’s a pro.
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