Read Online Books/Novels:
Raw Need (Larson Brothers #2)
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:
Zane Larson has done everything he set out to do: conquered past demons, saved lives through his music, and toured the world as the frontman for one of the most popular rock bands in the world. This life—and an escape through music—was supposed to be everything he’s ever wanted, but after meeting Rowan, Zane’s no longer sure…
Soon after her husband’s death, Rowan Dugas learned she was pregnant. With grief and uncertainty her only companions, Rowan was only able to find an escape through music; specifically Zane Larson’s hypnotic voice. But after meeting the sexy lead singer of her favorite band, Rowan can hardly believe he’s interested in her. But Zane also has a painful connection to her unborn child – Zane’s brother is responsible for her husband’s death.
Torn between the only family she has left, and a life with Zane unlike anything she’s dared to dream about, Rowan’s decision will change her fate forever. This new title from New York Times bestselling author Cherrie Lynn is a heart wrenching, emotionally intense story that will leave readers breathless.
|Books in Series:|
|Books by Author:|
What the hell did you wear for a night out with a rock star?
As Rowan Dugas stared into the depths of her walk-in closet, she realized what a rare question that was for one to ponder. If she were a Hollywood starlet type, or a model, or maybe even a porn star, she was certain she would have a closet full of slinky little numbers that would suffice. It wouldn’t be an issue. But Rowan was none of those things, just a girl from New Orleans. A widow. A soon-to-be mother in that awkward stage where it was hard to tell if one was pregnant or if one had devoured an entire pizza a couple of hours before.
Besides, it wasn’t as if this was a date. She didn’t know what it was, actually, she only knew that Zane Larson had offered to take her out, and in a sort of numb state of shock, she had accepted.
He was her favorite singer. Ever. The music he made with his band, August on Fire, had gotten her through some of the worst times of her life, and by an insane stroke of fate, they’d become friends.
But that stroke of fate had begun with her husband’s death.
Rowan didn’t want to look, but she had to. Every time she walked in here, she was confronted with Tommy’s side of the closet, which remained exactly as he’d left it four months ago when he packed to leave for a fight and never came home. Seeing his shoes tossed about in their jumbled pile was a fresh gut punch every day. One of his shirts still hung half off its hanger from when he’d carelessly yanked out the adjacent one and not fixed the disarray. It made her grit her teeth with the urge to straighten it, but she couldn’t. And even though Savannah had offered to come over and help Rowan pack his life away when she was ready, Rowan didn’t want to put her through it. As Tommy’s sister, Savannah had lost him too.
Soon, Rowan assured herself. We’ll do it soon. She didn’t know what she would do with it all, because she couldn’t bring herself to get rid of anything, but boxing it away in the attic to gather dust and cobwebs didn’t seem right, either. Maybe someday she would simply become immune to seeing it there, but she wouldn’t bet on it anytime soon.
Tearing her eyes away, she focused on her side—decidedly more orderly, clothes arranged by season, shoes stowed neatly in the shelves Tommy had built for her. She had plenty to wear—but she was probably a size or two above her dressiest ensembles, thanks to the little surprise visitor making his or her presence known in Rowan’s belly.
Well, it wasn’t doing any good to stand here gaping. She had several hours before Zane would arrive, but it was going to take all of them to figure this out. It was something she hadn’t devoted much thought to in the days prior, because frankly, she’d expected him to call and cancel at any moment. He still might. Who knew what his schedule entailed?
From the bedroom, her phone came to life with Savannah’s specific ring, so she had a moment’s reprieve from the dilemma before her.
“I don’t know what to wear,” Rowan said in place of greeting. “Help.”
“You don’t know what to wear,” Savannah said. It wasn’t a question, but a statement dripping with disbelief.
“I haven’t really been shopping for my new physique. Lately it’s been all yoga pants, all the time. And I’m about to outgrow those.”
“We’ll fix that soon,” Savannah promised. Their shopping time had been severely cut into since Savannah became serious with Mike Larson—world heavyweight champion MMA fighter, Zane’s half-brother, and the man who had spelled Tommy’s demise in the cage. It hadn’t been his fault. Rowan had slowly—very slowly—been coming to terms with that, though some days it was still hard to swallow. Savannah was so happy. Anyone who put a smile like that on her face had to be an okay guy. And of course, if not for Mike, she would never have met Zane, and this night wouldn’t be happening. Mike had been so anxious to do something nice for Rowan and Savannah in their grief that he’d arranged a getaway to Houston for them to attend one of Zane’s concerts with all-access passes. It had been an amazing night, one she would never forget.
“I appreciate that. I just don’t know what I’m going to do about tonight.”
“Loose and flowy and short. It’s hot.”
“Yeah.” Already beginning to sweat, Rowan plucked at the collar of her robe, catching sight of herself in the full-length mirror across the room. She wasn’t sure she much liked what she saw. Her green eyes were darkened by a sad, haunted wisdom, and every day she seemed to discover a new line or wrinkle in her once smooth skin. Grief had definitely made its mark on her. Downturned mouth. Bags under her eyes. Everyone assured her that pregnancy agreed with her, that she looked beautiful and glowed with health, but she didn’t feel it at all. “Do you think it’s okay that I’m doing this?”