Craving talon, p.1
Craving Talon, page 1
part #2 of 69 Bottles Series
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Copyright © 2015 Zoey Derrick
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ISBN-13: 978-09903272
The following is a work of fiction - all reference to persons, places or things is strictly coincidental. Some parts (though small)are based on fact or actual events that occurred for the author and are portrayed fictionally here for Dacotah and Orion.
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Praise for Claiming Addison and the 69 Bottles Trilogy
“I could go on and on about this book, but I’ll leave you here… and the fact that buying a copy of this book should come with a complimentary change of panties…” ★★★★★ Shurrn - The Smutsonian
“Holy smokes batman! Where is the fire extinguishers? This final book in this trilogy is scorching hot. Must have significant other around when reading this book!" - Beta Reader on 69 Bottles Trilogy
“Simply AMAZING! Definitely a MUST READ for 2015!” ★★★★★ Stephanie - Stephanie’s Book Report
Praise for Craving Talon
“Absolute smutty perfection!”
★★★★★ Shurrn - The Smutsonian
Acknowledgements
Z-Team: Thank you to my beautiful Street Team. You ladies are the best and I love you for everything you do.
Rachel - My BFF, my Numero Uno Beta Reader. Thank you for always being ready, able and willing to read my raw craziness and for loving every word! P.S. Tell your husband he’s welcome!
Mandy and Lorraine: Ladies, without you, this book wouldn’t be in everyone’s hands. You’re amazing at everything you do. Stay Raw!!
To my beautiful Beta Readers: Lisa, Danielle, Vickie, Kali, Liliuokalani and Amy - Thank you for your kindness and willingness to read my mess of a beta copy. Your feedback has been instrumental in creating the story in your hands. Your love of Addison, Talon and Kyle is amazing. Thank you for everything!
To Emily - your words, your encouragement, and your love of my work keeps me going and it keeps me pushing my boundaries. Thank you for being such an inspiration.
For my Fans - Thank you for always wanting more, for reading, and for reviewing my work. Without you I’d have no reason to keep going. Thank you for loving my work.
To Rachel, a.k.a. Parajunkee - Your creativity is an inspiration. Your work is beyond amazing, Thank you for the cover of Claiming Addison and for everything you do to bring my stories to life.
To Stephanie - Thank you for loving my story so much you told every one about it. Your love for Addison, Talon and Kyle inspires me to write more.
To Shannon - Seriously, you’re the freakin shiz. No words can say how much I appreciate you and everything you do. I think you have a lot of woman to fight over to stake your full claim on Talon and Kyle!
To All Our Fans! We Love You and We Thank YOU!!
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Now that I have your attention…
If you have NOT read Claiming Addison - 69 Bottles Book #1, please stop right here.
I want you, the reader, to have the best possible reading experience and in order to do that, you need to first read Claiming Addison.
Book 2 - Craving Talon, is a continuation of Claiming Addison. Starting this series with this book means that you will be lost, you will not understand what is happening therefore spoiling your reading experience.
Thank you for taking the time to read this notice. If you’ve already read Claiming Addison, proceed with caution. *Winks*
A WARNING FOR READERS!
I, Zoey Derrick, am not responsible for the following:
Husband/Boyfriend/Significant Other Breaking.
The cost of batteries required for reading this book.
Broken Vibrators.
Loss of sleep
Or
Panty washing.
Read One Handed!
XXOO! Enjoy Craving Talon!
Zoey
Sandwiched between a sexy as hell rock god and his equally sexy and sweet manager…yup, that’s where I sit right now. We’re on our way to a dinner party. In a Suburban, packed with the members of the band, 69 Bottles, along with their manager, and four – yes, I said four - members of their bodyguard staff. I feel bad for Dex - the band’s drummer; Eric, also known as Peacock - the band’s bassist and Calvin, better known as Mouse - the band’s lead guitarist - because the three of them are sandwiched more than I am between Talon and Kyle. They’re big guys and well, it’s a Suburban. In the middle seat behind me, are Beck and Rusty, two of the four body guards, and sitting in the front passenger seat is Leroy, the dude is frickin’ huge, and Mills, lead bodyguard extraordinaire, is behind the wheel.
We’re on our way to Cami and Tristan Michaels’ house for a dinner party that is promised to be not only us, but a few of their friends as well. Which should be great; a chance to be normal, sort of.
Normal is hardly in my vocabulary anymore. Not since five days ago.
Five days ago I stepped onto a tour bus that belongs to America’s hottest alternative rock band, 69 Bottles. And five days ago, everything I thought I knew about myself was turned upside down.
I hit that bus with a fierce determination to be professional, do my job, and to have a good time doing it. But what I didn’t expect was the hotness that would surround me. There’s Dex, the drummer, who’s a dick, but still very attractive, living up to the rock god name in every stretch of the imagination possible.
Then there is Mouse. Why do we call him Mouse? Well, for his size he has a tiny ass voice that resembles Mickey Mouse in a strange way. Though when he sings backup for Talon he actually has a very low register. It’s kinda strange to hear.
And finally we have Peacock, who is aptly named for his wild hair color choices and his mad mohawk skills. His hair is colored to be hawked, so on nights like this, when it’s pulled back, it looks like a mosaic of color. He’s very good looking too, a little on the heavier side when compared to the other guys, but he’s solid underneath.
Ironically, I’ve yet to see any of them use the gym, so how they keep their figures is way beyond me.
My hotness meter landed on Talon, the band’s lead singer. He’s just all around yummy to look at with his shaggy light brown hair and the sexiest, scruffiest beard that is so deliciously perfect it’s turned me from ew beard to an OhMyGod beard person. He basically just looks like he hasn’t shaved in a week. He keeps it that way and it’s fucking delectable. He has these vibrant green eyes that almost seem to glow with their vibrancy. Just thinking about them when he looks at me with sex on his mind makes my entire body vibrate with sexual promise.
On my other side is Kyle, the band’s manager, who is equally as sexy as Talon is, but in a much softer kind of way. He’s built and tall, not quite as tall as Talon, but close. Kyle has beautiful blue-green eyes that open straight into his soul. Though he isn’t an open book, he’s incapable of hiding who he is on the inside. He has dirty blond hair that has a little length to it, but he’s more of the pretty boy between him and Talon. He keeps his goatee trimmed and he has that small, perfectly shaved line of hair that runs along his very strong, masculine jawline. Tonight he’s wearing a dress shirt, boots and jeans. All he needs is a cowboy hat and he’d make the perfect country specimen.
Just this last Sunday morning, waking up in Vegas, Talon, Kyle and I crossed a line that I never intended to cross, but was unable to resist any longer. They refused to make me choose between them, which is a good thing because there is no way th
Then you have Kyle, who is the polar opposite of Talon. Though not at all bashful about speaking his mind, he’s softer and more controlled and very passionate about me and things in general. I don’t think he realizes just how sweet he really is.
With the two of them, it’s the perfect balance. Good and evil. Salty and sweet. Loud and quiet. Hard and soft. And I am sandwiched between them. Engulfed with their personal need to be near me, to hold me and to have me.
They’ve claimed me as theirs and I wouldn’t change it for the world. They’re proving to be everything I need all rolled up into two nicely kept packages for me to unwrap at any time of my choosing.
We arrive at Cami and Tristan’s. Don’t ask me where in Phoenix we are because I have no clue whatsoever. Regardless, the house looks massive. Though it is a condo, I can see at least four floors above ground.
I’m leading the charge and ring the doorbell. Tyson, Tristan’s bodyguard, answers the door. I find that a little odd, but I don’t question it. “Hi, Tyson.”
“Good evening, Ms. Beltrand.”
I roll my eyes. “Addison, my name is Addison.” I give him a playful smile.
“Addison. Sorry, old habits die hard.”
“No problem. Tyson, you’ve met the guys. Talon, Dex, Mouse and Peacock. And this is Kyle.” I point to each one as I introduce them.
“Hi guys, come on in.” We slide past Tyson and are in an entryway with just a set of stairs leading up. “You guys want to come in too? I assure you they’re safe in here, but we have plenty of food to go around.” He’s talking to Mills and Rusty. I don’t hear their reply, but given that Tyson closes the door, I assume the answer was no. “Follow me,” he says as he heads up the stairs. Somehow I’m pushed to the front of the pack, like I can save these wild animals from anything. When we reach the top of the stairs I notice an elevator to my right and it’s wide open to the left.
Tyson rounds the corner and there are several people milling about, alcohol in hand. Other than Tristan, I only recognize one other face and it’s Travis Jackson, a fellow actor friend of Tristan’s and Hollywood’s second hottest celebrity, behind Tristan of course. And one of Bold’s biggest clients.
“Addison,” Cami calls from my right. She’s coming out of what I think is the kitchen. “Hi Darlin.” She gives me a hug and I try hard not to flinch, but damn, it hurts. She pulls back. “What the matter?”
I smile, she will most certainly understand this. “New ink.”
Her eyes get wide. “Oh my god, let me see.” I hear a collective chuckle coming from behind me and I’m making a mental note to thank the knuckleheads for the outfit. With it hanging loose in the front it doesn’t rub in all the wrong places and it makes it easier to show it off. I lift my shirt, careful not to expose my nipples, but it’s only going to be any good if she can see the entire thing. As I show her the matching swirls under my breasts I hear her laugh, “oh god, that had to hurt like hell, but they’re gorgeous, I love it.”
“It did hurt like hell and you never realize how many times someone actually hugs you until you have sore ribs.” I laugh.
“Oh, I am well aware of that one. Hey, let me get introductions going.” she says with a smile.
“I should’ve brought ‘Hello my name is’ stickers,” I say and Cami laughs.
“That would have been a great idea. Next time.” She winks at me. “Okay, you guys know Tyson, Tristan’s bodyguard, among other things, and this is his wife Jolene.” Jolene is taller, than I am, with long blond hair and big beautiful eyes. “Jolene, this is Addison.”
We shake hands. “Nice to meet you,” I say.
“Likewise, I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Oh dear,” I say and Cami laughs.
“Okay, I am going to screw this up.” She reaches for Talon’s shoulder. “This is Talon.” They shake and exchange pleasantries, then she moves on to Mouse, but calls him Calvin, which actually makes Mouse blush. It’s freakin cute. Then on to Eric, Dex and finally Kyle. They all exchange greetings and we move on to the next couple in the room. “Addison, this is Mick Bass, you may have heard the name before. He used to work for Bold.”
“It sounds familiar but I don’t think we’ve ever met.”
He extends his hand and I take it. “I’m with Jolene, I’ve heard a lot about you, and the guys.” Mick releases my hand and then says hello to everyone else then comes back to wrap his arm around the woman standing next to him. She’s shorter, about five six, long brown curly hair. “This is my wife, Beau.” She’s very pretty and very pregnant. She’s friendly with me and I can see that given time, she and I could be friends.
We finally move on to Travis and I pray to god I don’t make an ass out of myself. Tristan was easy, I’d seen him before, knew about him, but Travis is the enigma locked away in the executive offices. We exchange greetings with him and his girlfriend Naomi who is about as tall as Cami, skinny as a rail and I’ve seen pictures of her because of her boyfriend.
“And last, but certainly not least we have our good friends Derek and Dacotah Hunter. Derek was just telling me that he and Dacotah were at your Saturday night Vegas show. Addison, did you know that they went looking for you with no luck?”
“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry. I was only backstage for about ten minutes and went back to my room with a nasty migraine.”
Derek smiles. “No worries, we have tickets to one of the New York shows. Cotah is a huge fan, and we’ll stop by then.” His voice is sultry and very possessive, it’s strange, but without knowing better, I’d say he was a very dominant person.
“Excellent, I very much look forward to it.” I start talking to his wife. She’s absolutely gorgeous with blond hair and beautiful curves. Very confident in herself and comfortable around all the celebrity going ons in this room. We chat and I learn that they have a place in Vegas, atop the Cosmopolitan and they’re often there.
The party kicks up, drinks are passed around and the guys are doing what they do best. Mingling with people. Talking about different things and it is nice to see them all engaging with other people and I’m not just talking about Kyle and Talon either.
“I need to have a chat with you,” Cami says from behind me. I turn to look at her.
“I had a feeling,” I reply to her and she smiles.
“We have about twenty minutes before dinner, but I need to ask your boys something first. Who should I talk to?”
“Oh, um, Talon and Kyle probably.”
“Okay, stay here,” she says, walking around me to grab them, she brings them back to me, but before they get there, someone comes up behind me.
“How you doin?” I hear Tristan say behind me, I turn to look at him.
“I’m great, yourself?”
He smiles. “I can’t complain, it’s been a crazy day around here.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt that. I tried to call Cami this morning, to see if she needed any help. She texted back, said she was good, but that if I needed to escape I was more than welcome.”
He laughs. “That’s Cami for you.”
I smile. “The guys left me alone today. I read some, did just a little bit of work, got some R&R in. It was a good day.”
“Glad to hear it. Listen, take this.” He hands me a card. “This has my cell phone number on it. Cami is going ballistic regarding you. She’s very excited, maybe even desperate to have you on her client list. Before you make any final decisions, talk to me, ask me any questions you might have. I started as nothing and look at me now.” He smiles and shrugs. “I can help, but listen to her when you guys go talk. She’s very knowledgeable with what she’s doing and she won’t steer you wrong.” He gives me a sad smile. “This business is full of animals that will take anything they can get for as cheap as humanly possible. So make this decision with everything you have and don’t make it lightly.”
