Tulsa
Author: S.L. Scott
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 3, 2018
Blurb
From New York Times Bestselling Author,
S.L. Scott, comes a hot new rock star romance that will sweep you off your feet
and leave you with a smile.
The rumors are true. At least where I’m
concerned.
Drummers hit it harder and do it
better.
Women love me and I love them. But I
like to think of myself as a sensitive soul trapped in a lady-killer’s body.
Not so surprisingly, I’ve been called cocky a time or two. What can I say?
We can’t all be boy scouts.
Nikki Faris has thrown off my rhythm. With her
red lips, smart aleck mouth, short skirts, long legs, and blue-sky eyes, the
beautiful lead singer has become a complete distraction on this tour.
She loves to give me a hard time when all I
want to do is give her the pleasure of my hard—time right back.
Tulsa Crow can save his pick up lines, great
eight-pack abs, and cute dimples to use on someone else. My band earned their
spot on The Resistance’s tour just like The Crow Brothers. I’m not going to
blow it getting sidetracked by a cocky rock star that wants to sleep his way
through the states. I’ve been called a name or two, but easy isn’t one
of them.
But the best intentions with him turn into a
walk of shame for me. Only, I don’t feel shame. Instead, I’m doing the very
thing I said I wouldn’t—falling for a playboy.
We make sinful music when we’re on the road,
but what happens to our melody when the tour ends?
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Excerpt
Nikki Faris is amazing.
Not only is she gorgeous, she’s also smart and strong. She says what she thinks, not worried about sharing her opinions or anyone judging her for them. She can defend the craziest ideas and has theories on everything from what she thinks jackfruit tastes like to why the stars always shine on the darkest nights.
Nikki Faris is mesmerizing.
Her lips.
Her eyes.
The way her head tilts back when she laughs at her own jokes. She’s adorably funny. Even the way she rolls her eyes is growing on me.
Nikki Faris is the sexiest woman I’ve ever spent time with, and I haven’t even slept with her.
Yet.
Her denim skirt rides up really fucking high when she’s sitting. I don’t know whether I should cover her or encourage her to wiggle more. Every time she moves around on that barstool, my eyes dash between her blues and those bare legs. I’m so tempted to run my hand over the smooth skin of her thigh, but I resist because I’m just starting to earn her trust.
But then she leans over, resting her hand on my leg, the tips of her fingers dipping toward my cock, waking it up, and whispers, “I think you got me drunk, Crow.”
Chuckling, I reply, “You got yourself drunk, Faris.”
Suddenly, her free hand wanders into my hair. “Your hair is soft. No gel.” She drags the bridge of her nose along my neck, causing my dick to harden. “You smell so good. So manly. What cologne do you wear?”
“Soap and sweat, sweetheart.”
“Tulsa. Tulsa. Tulsa.” Leaning back to look me in the eyes, she confesses, “It shouldn’t, but that really turns me on.”
I laugh again and stop her hand from wandering higher on my leg. “You’re a horny drunk.”
“I am,” she replies, resting her head on my shoulder. “Have you ever heard the phrase sleeping with the enemy?”
“I have.” I touch her, not able to stop myself as I tuck those wild strands of hair behind her ear.
The bartender sets the tab down in front of me. Nikki reaches for it, but I grab it first. “My treat.”
“I have a feeling I’m going to be swearing your name in the morning.”
I do a double take. “You mean because of the alcohol, right?” While waiting for her to answer a question I already know the answer to, images of her swearing my name for other reasons cross my mind.
She doesn’t answer, which is probably best.
Not only is she gorgeous, she’s also smart and strong. She says what she thinks, not worried about sharing her opinions or anyone judging her for them. She can defend the craziest ideas and has theories on everything from what she thinks jackfruit tastes like to why the stars always shine on the darkest nights.
Nikki Faris is mesmerizing.
Her lips.
Her eyes.
The way her head tilts back when she laughs at her own jokes. She’s adorably funny. Even the way she rolls her eyes is growing on me.
Nikki Faris is the sexiest woman I’ve ever spent time with, and I haven’t even slept with her.
Yet.
Her denim skirt rides up really fucking high when she’s sitting. I don’t know whether I should cover her or encourage her to wiggle more. Every time she moves around on that barstool, my eyes dash between her blues and those bare legs. I’m so tempted to run my hand over the smooth skin of her thigh, but I resist because I’m just starting to earn her trust.
But then she leans over, resting her hand on my leg, the tips of her fingers dipping toward my cock, waking it up, and whispers, “I think you got me drunk, Crow.”
Chuckling, I reply, “You got yourself drunk, Faris.”
Suddenly, her free hand wanders into my hair. “Your hair is soft. No gel.” She drags the bridge of her nose along my neck, causing my dick to harden. “You smell so good. So manly. What cologne do you wear?”
“Soap and sweat, sweetheart.”
“Tulsa. Tulsa. Tulsa.” Leaning back to look me in the eyes, she confesses, “It shouldn’t, but that really turns me on.”
I laugh again and stop her hand from wandering higher on my leg. “You’re a horny drunk.”
“I am,” she replies, resting her head on my shoulder. “Have you ever heard the phrase sleeping with the enemy?”
“I have.” I touch her, not able to stop myself as I tuck those wild strands of hair behind her ear.
The bartender sets the tab down in front of me. Nikki reaches for it, but I grab it first. “My treat.”
“I have a feeling I’m going to be swearing your name in the morning.”
I do a double take. “You mean because of the alcohol, right?” While waiting for her to answer a question I already know the answer to, images of her swearing my name for other reasons cross my mind.
She doesn’t answer, which is probably best.
Review
Nikki Faris had a good childhood, but somewhere along the line, she takes a turn that wasn't easy. Through time and with the love of her family, she's made a turn around and getting to do something she loves. So when Tulsa captures her eye, will she let him in or push him away?
Tulsa Crow has always been the love 'em and leave 'em playboy, never one to think about settling down. But all that changes when he meets the beguiling Nikki. Can he reform his playboy ways and win the heart of the woman that owns his heart? Or will this be a fling that will fade away at the end of this tour?
Tulsa is captivating, heartwarming, entertaining read that will keep you glued to each page and falling in love with Tulsa and Nikki over and over again.
I already loved Tulsa after Spark but loved him even more after Tulsa. The man is more that good looks and a fine musician, he's smart, kind, generous, and loyal. He never takes promises lightly. And when it comes to Nikki, I love how much he loves her. There really isn't anything he wouldn't do for her. He may never had expected to settle down, but when he does it's with every fiber of his being.
Nikki is feisty, witty, talented, and very special. I admire how strong she is and her ability to overcome her past mistakes. She didn't want to fall for Tulsa, but once he gets under her skin, he's the only man for her. She loves him completely... the good, the bad, and the ugly.
And when these two do finally get together... hot damn does it hot in here. Tulsa has mouth on him and he knows how to use it. Nikki may not be as skilled in the dirty talk, she isn't shy about her desires.
The Crow Brothers are a special group of men that know what it takes to keep a family together through thick and thin. And when they love, the love hard and completely. Jet and Tulsa have fallen head over heels for their lady loves, and I can't wait to see what happens next with River.
I loved Tulsa and highly recommend it. It's has a compelling storyline, a swoon worthy hero, an enchanting heroine, and intense passion. So run and pick up Tulsa, then sit back and read about how hard this playboy falls for his vixen.
Author Bio
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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