King of Rock (Lions of Pride Island Book 1) Read Free Page A

lighting up the stage, which was covered in instruments, she saw the band.
    She let out a relieved breath. Just the openers. For some reason, she wasn’t ready for Beau Hunt to appear.
    She easily got into the fun, upbeat music his openers played. She jumped in the air with Lisa and the other girls (and even some guys) around them who were having a blast and lost herself in the pounding music and the sheer adrenaline of it.
    But all too soon, the band was taking their bows, soaking in the cheers, and then leaving the stage.
    And then everything went dark again. Then spotlights came on, circling around the audience rumbling in anticipation. Stacy felt her heart drop out of her chest.
    A light shined at the top of the set, over a pedestal that was slowing lowering, a lone figure standing atop it with legs spread and a guitar slung casually over his side.
    There was no mistaking the glint of that golden, shaggy hair, cut to look edgy and compliment his beautiful face. No mistaking the screams of the crowd as she could literally feel them heat electrically around her.
    Beau kept his eyes down, staying perfectly still as his pedestal lowered. When it was a few feet from the ground, he raised his guitar and flashed his handsome face at the crowd, jumping down and strumming the first booming note as he stepped forward into a kneeling position that had all the girls screaming.
    Next to her, someone fainted. She looked down as the girl was scooped up by her boyfriend and then at the women around her and wondered if she was in a parallel universe.
    He was… cheesy.
    He started his first song, his gorgeous, husky voice ringing out across the arena as his fans screamed in pleasure.
    She scowled at his outfit. Typical rocker. Leather pants tight over incredibly muscular thighs. His face was model gorgeous, but his body was more pro wrestler. Tall and built, typical lion shifter.
    In fact, that’s probably why she was the only one who saw through him.
    But even she had to admit not all lion shifters were built like that. There was something hypnotic about his face as he looked out at the crowd with a cocky grin just before starting a difficult guitar rift. His bassist came up beside him, leaning in suggestively as they played together, and the women went crazy. Apparently, just seeing anyone next to him was orgasm worthy.
    Another woman fainted.
    Stacy rolled her eyes and grabbed Lisa by the arm. Lisa turned to her with flushed excitement. “What? He’s amazing, right?”
    “He’s something else,” Stacy said. She pointed to the other girl being picked up by her friends. “But are these girls serious?”
    “You think you’re so above it all. But I dare you to just look at him. For ten seconds. Okay? Go.”
    Stacy rolled her eyes and looked up at Beau, as if it’d be easy to prove her friend wrong.
    But she looked at exactly the wrong moment and saw him looking down at her, his bright blue eyes glowing as a smile spread over his face.
    But he didn’t smile like any normal guy.
    This smile wasn’t merely friendly. It was seductive. It was naughty. It promised all sorts of wicked things, and then he strummed again on his guitar, looking at her meaningfully, as if she were what he wanted to be strumming, before winking and moving on to another part of the crowd.
    Now she understood why women fainted. She fanned her face, hoping Lisa wouldn’t notice, but no such luck. Lisa guffawed and then locked her eyes onto Beau again.
    As much as Stacy hated him, from that moment on, she couldn’t look away. She was part of the crowd now, in the thrall of his performance, his husky voice and haunting melodies piercing straight to her soul.
    She could have been imagining it, but it seemed as if his eyes kept returning to her. Was it real, or was that just part of his magic appeal, his ability to make every woman feel like the only one in the room?
    But there was the letter he’d sent, addressed to her, and the tickets she’d used, and the