Release date: 17 June 2013
She’s a small town nurse who had to grow up fast. He’s rock music’s most infamous guitarist. When a day at the beach turns life or death, their worlds collide, and no one will ever be the same.
Kate Gibson’s life has been all about family. She spent her high school years taking care of her dying mother, and her college years raising her younger sister.
Alec Sawyer’s past was an excess of everything: drugs, parties, rock, sex, and money. His downfall had been long, spectacular, and public.
Thrown together by fate and the media, Kate and Alec find themselves falling in love. But dating in the spotlight has its downside, and some secrets are better left in the dark.
by Rachel Cross
“A thrilling read that opens with a dramatic splash, and hurtles the reader through to the climax with plenty of action, steam, and gritty realism that packs an emotional punch.” — Amber T. Smith, author of If the Shoe Fits
“Rock Her has everything to make a blarin’ awesome book. Bad boy turned hero, out-of-control sex, and the irresistible lure of a rock star!” — Debra Kayn, author of Breathing His Air and Sisters of McDougal Ranch
“Let me warn you: once you start reading Rock Her, you won’t be able to put it down! This rocking book grabs you from the beginning, and doesn’t let you go until its supremely satisfying end. No fangirl rock fantasy here, but a beautifully crafted love story between two people portrayed with refreshing honesty. And the chemistry between these two is so sizzling you’ll feel the heat radiating off the page!” — Juli Page Morgan, author of Crimson and Clover and Athena’s Daughter
Sensuality Level: Sensual
Fueled by black jelly beans and Pinot noir (never together), Rachel Cross writes fast-paced contemporary romance with a twist. She lives by the beach in California with her surfer dude/helicopter pilot husband and two daughters. Before becoming a romance author she was a professional firefighter, paramedic, clinical research manager, small business owner, and Weekly World News tabloid “model.” Read more about her at: http://readrachelcross.com, Twitter, and Facebook.
An excerpt from Rock Her:
She’s okay, Mom.
As her feet pounded out a rhythm on the hard packed sand, her mother’s tarnished locket with its shiny new chain bounced on her chest. She held it briefly before sliding it back under her shirt.
Kate took the first mile slowly, warming up her legs as she ran the sloping path from her two-bedroom guesthouse to Mar Vista Beach. The surf was small. Nevertheless, two surfers were offshore trying to catch waves. Her only other company was a beachcomber or runner, barely visible in the distance. Heading south to the point break, she picked up her pace.
All those years making meals for two, checking homework, cheering Emma on in life and sports; it all came to an abrupt end when Kate put Emma on the plane four weeks ago. Her sister, attending college three thousand miles away. Was it possible to have empty-nest syndrome at twenty-five?
The dog — Zack, according to his collar — was a welcome and familiar sight at this beach. While his owner surfed the break, Zack waited patiently with his tennis ball. Kate bent to pick up the soggy ball and pitched it into the waves. Zack retrieved it as she continued running. He chased her for a few steps, hopeful.
Some mornings Kate was so lost in her thoughts she wouldn’t have noticed if her path took her straight through a nude sunbathing area. But today everything distracted her, the blue gray of the Pacific, the pelicans diving in the wide gap between the two surfers waiting for waves, and the beauty of home.
Kate watched one of the surfers, Zack’s owner. She’d seen him numerous times on her runs, sitting, his board perfectly angled to see the incoming waves. Fall was calm, unlike winter when storms could bring waves twenty feet high to this part of the California coast. Growing up in Cielito, almost everyone surfed something at some point. Longboard, shortboard, bodyboard, stand up paddleboard — there was a board for everyone. She had spent countless hours surfing, swimming, and bodyboarding at this very beach. Now? Despite the heat her run generated, she gave a small shiver. The ocean was cold, even with a wetsuit. She’d take a heated swimming pool any day over that sixty-degree water.
The same two surfers were still in their spots as she made her way back down the beach. She threw the ball for Zack again and lifted a hand to his owner. He sat on his board waiting for the next set of waves, but he raised a hand in return.
She looked out to the other surfer, some fifty yards from Zack’s owner. Not there. Odd. He was there a second ago; his board was still there. She picked up her pace, staring intently at the space where the surfer should’ve been. Nothing. No one on the beach either. What the hell? Why was his surfboard still sitting, fins up, as if anchored …
Oh no. Oh my God.
Functioning solely on adrenaline, she raced to the water, barely pausing to toe off her shoes in the icy surf before running into the sea. Numb within seconds from the cold, she took one deep breath and plunged under the first breaking wave.