Max Rock

By Arabella Cornell

Max Rock, book one of the erotic rock star novella series Punch Sound. Rock band Punch Sound - four sexy rockers, as hot off the stage as they are on it.

Art conservator Catherine isn’t interested in casual sex, not until she meets a sexy stranger in a bar. Sneaking away from their one-night stand, she has no idea what his name is, only that she found him completely irresistible.

Max Craze is the lead singer for Australia’s hottest new rock band, Punch Sound. Women fall into his bed almost every night, but he never stays interested once he’s tasted their delights. Then he hooks up with a beautiful blonde and can’t get her out of his mind.

When their paths cross again, their mutual attraction is undeniable and things begin to get really hot.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Arabella Cornell
• Release date: Oct 21, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370167906

Arabella Cornell

Arabella lives in small Australian city with her husband and daughter. When not watching music videos of hot rock stars or listening to their music, she can often be found cycling or hiking, or practicing guitar. She has many other sexy tales coming your way soon. Arabella can be found on Facebook and Twitter.

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MAX ROCK

Punch Sound Book One

Arabella Cornell

© 2016 Arabella Cornell

Published by Arabella Cornell at Smashwords

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, actual events, places or businesses is purely coincidental.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

About The Author

Coming Soon

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DEDICATION

This is for all my rock star sisters – those who read about sexy rock stars, those who write about them, and everyone who adores them, in quiet ways and loud.

CHAPTER ONE

Catherine slipped her legs out of the bed, moving slowly. She eased the rest of her body out from under the sheet, freezing when the movement interrupted the rhythm of snores coming from the other side. Heart hammering, she waited until the man’s breathing deepened once more before moving away, collecting clothes as she went. She tiptoed out of the room, pushing the door almost closed behind her.

She dressed by the dim moonlight that filtered through the curtains of the hotel room. One sock was missing, but she’d rather risk a blister than go back into the bedroom to find it. She found her boots flung to one side of the doorway. Picking them up, she patted her pockets. Keys, phone, wallet, all accounted for. The door clicked when she unlocked it, loud in the still room. Casting a glance over her shoulder, she exited and closed it behind her. Another click made her cringe and she bolted down the short hallway.

She veered left to the stairs instead of taking the elevator, only pulling on her boots once she was halfway down to the next floor. Her footsteps echoed hollowly as she tried to make her way to the ground floor undetected. Stealth wasn’t her forte, but why should it be? She lived a low-key, clean life. Sneaking around wasn’t a necessity, ever. And yet here she was doing a runner from a high-end hotel in the middle of the night.

She paused at the exit to the ground floor, listening for the sounds of someone following her, but all she could hear were her own breaths. Cracking the door open a fraction, she could see the deserted foyer. Adopting an air of nonchalance, she moved across to sit on a couch near the sliding doors that led to the street outside. An employee appeared behind the reception desk, barely glancing at her as she feigned sending a text message on her phone.

All Catherine wanted to do was run. Run out the door and get away as fast as possible, but her shaking legs had begged her to stop, and running would probably have made her look like a thief. It was best to pretend she belonged there before making a dignified exit. She put her phone back in her pocket and stood, making a show of checking her reflection in the window. Strolling casually towards the door, she could feel every muscle tense. A moment later and she was in the cool night air. She didn’t dare look over her shoulder until she reached the street corner. Nobody was following her.

A taxi rank was a short walk away. She strode towards it, head held high. Acting confident seemed to deter some of the louts who always cruised the city streets at night, or at least she thought it did. She thanked her washing machine for chewing up her little black dress. If she’d been wearing that sweet number, it would have been like a magnet to some of them. Her alternative outfit of designer jeans and a leather jacket was a much better option for walking alone in. Not that she had planned on walking alone at this time of night, or of even being out still. She definitely hadn’t planned for the encounter that had led to this moment.

Three taxis were queued in the rank, bringing forth a sigh of relief. It was mid-week and the streets were quiet, but it always seemed that taxis were hard to find when you needed them. Not tonight, thank goodness. Catherine gave her address, relieved that the female driver didn’t feel the need to make small talk. She could feel the desire to confess to her night’s adventures, but it wasn’t something she should share. Even with her mind still clouded from a few too many bourbons, she knew that. Not that the driver would probably care. It wasn’t like she’d done anything all that unusual in the grand scheme of things.

Once she was home, she stripped off and showered. The hot water washed away the reality of the night, making it seem more like a memory of a TV show instead of real life. She threw the one sock that had made it home with her into the bin. It was a shame. She’d liked those socks. The pattern of skull and crossbones had made her feel rebellious. That alone spoke volumes about how exciting her life was. Normally, anyway.

She had gone to the bar alone on a Wednesday night to drown her sorrows, so to speak. A funding cut meant her job as an art conservator had been cut to three days a week. She could cope, financially, but the feeling that her work wasn’t appreciated got her down. Sure, the decision came from higher up than her boss, but she worked hard and was skilled at what she did. Going out at the new start to her weekend had seemed fitting, but now she was thinking of it as more of an act of pathetic rebellion. Nobody would care.

Her limit was three drinks, she knew that, and yet she’d ordered a fourth. As she had been looking down into the dark liquid she had felt someone watching her. Looking up her gaze had collided with another’s. The eyes, dark in the gloom of the bar, had taken her breath away. They had stared at each other for a long moment before he’d stood and walked over to her. As he had sat on the chair beside hers, she had felt the aura of his body heat.