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Zachary Pace, literary hottie and why you’re going to love him
Zachary Pace, AKA, Jonah Speed, the hero from my newest release is unquestionably a hottie. A drum-playing, superstar hottie who’ll make your toes curl with pleasure and your heart race with desire.
Why, you ask?
Because he is gorgeous. And sexy. And famous. And there isn’t a woman alive who hasn’t had a hot fantasy about Jonah.
Then there’s the real man beneath the rock star, Zachary. The man with a giant heart and even larger capacity to love. The man who falls for a woman who hides very deep scars. A man who not only learns to accept that woman (scars and all) but who falls deeply in love with her. The way we want the man of our dreams to fall in love with us.
There are a million reasons I could give you for loving Zachary Pace, but I honestly believe you’ll love him that little bit more if you view him through his heroine’s eyes. if you understand exactly what she sees in him.
Photographs and movie clips did Jonah little justice. On paper and onscreen he was criminally sexy. In real life, drop-dead gorgeous didn’t adequately describe him. Heart-stopping, breathtaking, toe-curling, goose-bump-inducing…
Nope. Even those words weren’t powerful enough. They didn’t capture the essence of his blistering appeal.
His aura still held her frozen to the spot. Frozen, but heating up with every second that passed.
And her second impression:
This man screamed sex. Blatant, raw sex. The kind of sex that should be outlawed.
He fogged her ability to think rationally.
Further along in the book, as Eve get’s to know Zachary better she finds herself equally attracted to both sides of him – the man and the rock star.
Jonah Speed, aloof and mysterious, had to be the sexiest man alive. He was smoldering sex and savage sensuality. Zachary Pace, warm, engaging, caring and talkative, had to be the most alluring. And the two of them together? A lethal combination, for sure, one that even now chipped away at her defenses, drilled into her heart and kept her hungry to discover more about him.
But the book isn’t only about Eve getting to know Zachary. It’s about Zachary getting to know Eve too. Something Eve has great difficulty with. Experience has taught her to expect rejection, and she expects exactly that from Zachary. But let’s be honest. A literary hottie would NEVER reject his heroine:
“Y-you don’t want me to put my shirt on? Go back to my room now?”
Now he stared at her as if she were crazy. “Are you nuts?” He took a step away, a tiny step, and caught her wrist in his hand. “Feel me, Eve. Put your hand over my erection and get a sense of what you to do to me.”
He directed her palm to his groin. “That’s it, Tiny. Press your hand flat against me, so you know how fucking much you turn me on. So you know that every inch of you, scarred or not, arouses me like no one has aroused me before.”
She pressed her palm to his groin, allowed his hard length to fill her hand, and let out a tiny rasp of air.
Yeah, she’d felt him pressed against her before, felt his excitement then, but to feel it now, after he’d seen the visible evidence of her trauma, to know he still wanted her…
God, it was a powerful aphrodisiac. And a powerful boost to her confidence.
“Now—” he snagged her other wrist, “—feel what your holding my cock is doing to my heart.” He placed her hand over his chest.
The thud of his pulse beat against her palm, firm, fast and pounding.
“It’s racing,” she whispered. Her eyes closed as she let his heart beat against her hand, felt his lifeblood pulsing through his chest. “Like your drums, only faster.”
“It’s the rhythm of my heart, Eve. Listen carefully. It’s beating like this because of you.”
And then there’s the drummer hottie. The superstar we all wanna see in action, doing what he does best – creating magic:
Zachary closed his eyes and seemed to merge with his drums. He rapped with fluid movements, his muscles flexing in time with his beat, his actions so sure, so sexy it was like he’d been born playing drums. As if the instruments were a natural extension of the man.
The beat became a song, one she recognized. He played the underlying cadence of “Thunder ’n Rain”.
He was brilliant. Enthralling. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. She was trapped in the rhythm of his drums, trapped in the incredible music he made.
The tempo vibrated through the rooms, echoed across the floors and reverberated up her legs, down her spine.
This wasn’t Zachary. This was Jonah, master musician and professional percussionist. And she had the pleasure of watching him play in a private performance.
Weak-kneed, Eve pressed herself against the archway to the foyer, listening to him, watching him and throbbing inside. His music was sheer magic, his appearance breathtaking. She ached inside, touched by something unfathomable as he performed. He was masterful, brilliant, and she was overwhelmed by her conflicting emotions.
She could spend the rest of her life standing here, content to watch him perform. At the same time she knew this would never be enough for her. Because now that she’d experienced his music in person, she wanted more from Zachary.
She wanted everything. His music, his tempo, his dedication… His heart. She wanted him with a compulsion that shook her to the core.
So? What do you think? A literary hottie or not?
I know I’m biased, but I think Zachary is about as hot as they come.
I hope you do too.
Rhythm of My Heart
Speed Book 3
He rocks every woman’s world, but his heart beats only for her.
Speed, Book 3
Makeup artist Eve Andrews is an expert at blending into the background. Landing a job with the rock band Speed is the opportunity of a lifetime, and thankfully as close to the spotlight as she’ll ever get again—until the band’s sinfully sexy drummer turns his dazzling eyes on her.
After a scandal shook his world, Zachary Pace, a.k.a. “Jonah Speed”, has given up the one-night stands and easy lays. One look at Eve, and he senses his self-imposed abstinence is about to come to a screeching halt—but he’s confused. His grandmother foretold his destiny lies with a beautiful redhead, not a tiny, brown-haired pixie.
Under the heat of Zachary’s intense focus, Eve’s resistance melts away, but not the façade that hides her terrible secret. And when she accidentally catches a glimpse of his heart’s desire—his fated redhead—her instincts tell her to let him go…before he gets too close. Before he sees the real woman behind her mask, and her heart is left in the dust of his almost-certain retreat.
Warning: This is a Speed book, so you know there’s gonna be a small element of fantasy to it. And a big element of romance. Oh, yeah, and whole lot of sex. Sex hot enough to make you throb to the rhythm of a very sensual beat…
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