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ROCK ADDICTION
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Table of Contents
ROCK ADDICTION
Collide
PART ONE
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
PART TWO
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Author's Note
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Other Books by Nalini Singh
Copyright Information
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with stunning force. He heard nothing of the party around him, saw no one
but her. God, that smile, the way she cupped her sister’s face with such open affection before
the two of them hugged. Really hugged. No fake bullshit, no playing up for the journalists in the
room.
ER SMILE SMASHED INTO HIM
They weren’t paying attention to anyone else, happy simply to see one another.
Then she laughed as she drew back and the sound was chains around his heart, a
thousand guitar strings pulling tight. It hurt and it was beautiful. For an instant, he almost forgot
where he was, he wanted so badly to have that unguarded smile turned in his direction. He
could imagine her warm brown eyes looking up at him as she ran her fingers over his jaw and
rose on tiptoe to slide one hand around his nape to haul him down for a kiss.
Fucking hell.
When was the last time a woman had done that to him the instant she walked into a room?
Never. Not even when he’d been a hormone-drunk youth. And the fact he knew she was
exactly as she appeared to be, that she wasn’t out for fame or money? Yeah, that just made her
sexier. No way was he leaving this party without her, the raw need to possess her a violent
craving in his gut.
He didn’t believe in fantasy shit like destiny or fate or the biggest con of all—love—but he
knew himself. And he knew what he wanted: to tug her to him with his hand fisted in her hair,
brand her with his mouth, warn every other male in the room that she was off-limits. But the
instant he did that, he’d make her front-page news when he wanted her all to himself.
Private.
Alone.
No cameras.
No lights.
No fucking interruptions.
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