Where does the rock star end and the bed god begin?

An Exclusive SHORT interview with the sexy, charismatic, assholian drummer of 69 Bottles, Dex Harris and an Excerpt from Taming Dex – Book 1 of Part TWO in the 69 Bottles Series.

Zoey: What better way to start off this interview than with an introduction and rapid fire…are you ready?

Dex: **wicked smirk** Fire away.

Bed, floor or wall?

Wall

Missionary or Doggy?

Duh, doggy

Handcuffs or belt?

Belt – softer bite

Ice or Wax?

Tie

Dex: Wait a dang minute, I thought you were going to get to know me.

Zoey: **snorts a laugh** I am, I didn’t specify on what particular subject.

It is at this point that Dex simply shakes his head at me, he may have thrown in an eye roll or two, but I’ll forgive him just this once. Afterall, he has a good foot in height on me and I’m pretty sure his bicep is bigger than my head.

Zoey: Alright Dex, lets get down to business. You’re a self-professed manwhore, though I don’t disagree with this assessment, I am curious about why you think that is?

Dex: That’s super easy, Love. Woman are amazing creatures when their skin is flush with the heat of passion and desire, but they certainly know how to get under your skin afterward, so why stick around until the annoying phase kicks in?

Yup, now I’m the one shaking my head.

Zoey: Ah, but that wont be the case forever, will it?

Dex: Oh I wouldn’t say that.

**throws tape recorder at Dex**

Zoey: you’re an idiot.

The cocky bastard cocks his head at me and smirks…effectively ending our interview.

Can Dex’s wild ways truly be tamed?

Find out in Taming Dex and Devouring Raine – Available Now!

Taming Dex Excerpt:

Ten minutes later, Beck and I are both drooling as we watch Raine savor the taste of my something special on the side. When she received the drink, she raised it to us. Watching that woman taste alcohol is something else entirely. Watching her eyes roll up into her head as she takes in the succulent flavor of a Caramel Apple Martini. I start to count how many drinks I’ve seen her have. She’s up to number five or six and she looks like she hasn’t touched a drop. Lucky bitch. I’m starting to feel the twelve or so beers I’ve had so far.

When she’s done with her drink she smiles at us and goes right back to talking to the dumbass next to her. So much for that plan.

Within another ten minutes, three girls have joined us on the couch. Beck and I have no trouble whatsoever engaging in conversation with them. Ironically enough, none of them seem to know who I am, and I take complete comfort in that. The one chick – yup, don’t ask her name – is very flirty with me and I take to her quickly. The other two girls are flirting very nicely with Beck who is enjoying their company.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Raine stand up from the bar. She sways a little and the guy in the suit steadies her by grabbing her elbow and once again, she locks up. I wonder what that’s all about but I don’t get to dwell on it before my attention is brought back to the redhead half sitting on my lap. She’s subtly grinding her ass against my thigh, my already hard cock throbs that much harder and I try to capture Beck’s attention. Our waitress does that for me by coming back to the table, only this time she has a glass of amber liquid with ice rattling around. 

“This is from the lady, the one you were buying drinks for earlier,” she says with a little bit of a sneer. Shit.

Without any warning, the waitress dumps the drink over my head at the same moment Raine saunters past me, laughing. The woman on my lap jumps up and ice cold Crown slides over my head, down my shoulders and chest. “Fuck,” I growl.

I scowl at the waitress who is working overly hard on not laughing. I catch Beck’s shocked expression but he too is fighting a laugh.

“Excuse me, ladies,” I say and stand. Beck is hot on my heels. Rather than going to the men’s room, I follow Raine out of the bar and to the elevator of the hotel. I keep my distance and I can still hear her laughing softly at her little stunt. I hold Beck back. I want to time this just right. Not giving her an escape. Beck will be with me the whole time and I take a little comfort in that.

Surprisingly, I’m not pissed at her for her stunt. No, I’m so fucking turned on that it is going to take everything I have not to fuck her in the elevator on the way up. She wants to fucking play ball. Let’s fucking play ball.

Finally the elevator arrives. I catch a glimpse of her stepping inside and Beck and I bolt for the doors, catching them just as they start to close.

I am met with terrified ice blue eyes. The smile, the laughter, is gone and I don’t like that. Beck and I step into the elevator, trapping her from escaping before the doors close.

My eyes are locked on hers. Fear, excitement, panic, desire… every single emotion plays across her features before the doors finally close.

“I have to give you more credit. I didn’t think you had it in you,” I tell her, breathing heavy. The cool elevator air is making me shiver. “Now I’m cold, and need to be warmed up.”

I reach for her wrists and she doesn’t fight me, her eyes are locked on me. She shivers when I touch her. I feel it too, but I don’t linger on it. I lift her arms above her head and push her against the back wall, pressing my body against hers and she moans. A perfect fit. My lips slam down on hers. She freezes for a minute but then relents, giving in to my kiss. Her body writhes beneath me. I slide my knee between her legs and immediately she starts to grind against my thigh.

My blood boils. My cock is rock hard and she melts against me. Her breathing becomes ragged and uneven, right along with mine. She wants me. I want her. No, fuck that. I need her.

I pull my head back, reluctantly releasing her lips. My breathing sounds like I’ve run a marathon. My heart is going to burst through my ribs. She whimpers at the loss of my lips and my dick twitches once again. I look at her a little more closely, and Jesus, she’s fucking gorgeous.

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About_the_book

Stomp vs Romp – Zoey Derrick teaches us Assholes Need Love Too #TeamRomp

Devouring Raine by Zoey Derrick

Series: 69 Bottles #5
Published by Self-Published on July 21, 2015
Genres: Romance
Pages: 384

Loving someone means you give them your heart, your soul and everything in between.

For 69 Bottles Drummer, Dex Harris, life has always been about taking what he wants from women and walking away, that is until Raine Montgomery came barreling into his life. A force to be reckoned with and a woman he couldn’t ignore. She’s showing him that there is more to women than a temporary cure to boredom.

With all their demons laid out on the table, the path to healing can begin. Dex quickly finds he’s replacing a drug addiction, with a Raine addiction, devouring her at every possible moment. Taking her to new heights and pushing her limits is what he’s determined to do.

With the help from a couple new friends, Dex and Raine quickly find a new dynamic to their relationship really does work for them, but is it what she wants? Can she surrender herself to him in every way?

When his past starts knocking on his door, will he be able to protect Raine from his transgression or will the sins of his past rip apart the one thing that has brought him the most joy?

She’s tamed him…now it’s time to show her what true love really means.

A Rock Band… A Tour Bus … One WILD Ride!




 

About the Author

About Zoey Derrick

It is from Glendale, Arizona that Zoey Derrick, a mortgage underwriter by day and romance and erotica novelist by night, writes stories as hot as the desert sun itself. It is this passion that drips off of her work, bringing excitement to anyone who enjoys a good and sensual love story.

Not only does she aim to take her readers on an erotic dance that lasts the night, it allows her to empty her mind of stories we all wish were true.

Her stories are hopeful yet true to life, skillfully avoiding melodrama and the unrealistic, bringing her gripping Erotica only closer to the heart of those that dare dipping into it.