BLOG TOUR ~ Power Station Series By T Gephart
HIGH STRUNG (POWER STATION BOOK 1)
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CRASH RIDE (POWER STATION BOOK 2)
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Ashlyn Murphy was not living the dream. Twenty-seven years old, college educated, up to her eyeballs in debt and yet she’d been relegated to pouring
beers at a local bar. She desperately needed an out and was willing to do anything to get back into the corporate world. Well, almost anything. Dan Evans, Rock Star was NOT one of those things. In fact she despised him. Apparently he didn’t get the memo.
Dan Evans, bass player of international rock band Power Station had it all. He was rich, travelled the
world, played to millions of adoring fans and had no shortage of beautiful women willing to share
his bed. He didn’t need a moody redheaded knockout with a superiority complex complicating his
life.
Or did he?
When two people who couldn’t be more opposite cross paths, it’s bound to be explosive; sometimes all you can do is sit back and enjoy the show.
I stood, in preparation for my turn, when I felt a shadow cast over me blocking out the midday sun. It was just my luck to finally get an interview with a halfway decent job and some crazy-ass Armageddon took over New York. I slowly turned—might as well get a good view of whatever fate was about to befall me—and I almost smacked directly into Alex Stone.
*crickets*
Alex Stone was the lead guitarist of the band, Power Station, and while I had not been a fan of the band, I was definitely an appreciator of this fine specimen in front of me. Standing six four, with an
amazingly toned body, ice-blue eyes, and magnificent blond hair, he had been engineered to be a sex symbol. Rivaling
Michelangelo’s David, he was chiseled to perfection. The fact I didn’t care for his music did not detract from my fascination. In fact he could probably give up his music career, stand in the Met Museum and
allow us mortals to glare longingly at him all day. What? Living art is a legitimate gig.
"Hello," Alex purred, dazzling me with his amazing devilish grin. "Are you waiting to see Lexi?"
Of course I knew Lexi Reed was not only the band’s publicist but also married to the guitarist, aka
the guy in front of me, but man, Lexi was like Barbie. The bitch had everything.
I blinked, allowing my eyes to float down his sexy muscular chest and noticed he had a Baby Bjorn
carrier with a sleeping infant inside strapped across it, hindering my view. I think my ovaries just
exploded. It was too much. Because when Alex wasn’t sending the panty-wearing population into overdrive by being a rock god, he was a new dad to his baby daughter, Grace. I mean, seriously, how could a woman not swoon over that deadly combination?
"Um," I mumbled like a moron, all my years of education flashing before my eyes, unable to make
my mouth function. He was talking to me?
"I’m just going to need a moment of her time, mind if I step in ahead of you?" His smooth voice
curled around every word, making love to it.
I nodded wordlessly, feeling compelled to continue the moronic theme I had running. It was better
than throwing myself at his feet and worshiping him, a very real danger the longer he stood there. He was more than just good-looking, he was obscenely attractive, and I had this unbelievable urge to lick him, slowly, like a cat.
***ARC provided in exchange for an honest review - Jacquie / Scandalous Book Blog***
This is the first in a new series featuring the rock band Power Station who we met previously in the
Lexi series.
I loved the previous books and I can’t tell you how excited I was to hear we were getting more of the hot rockers.
This book centers around the Bass guitarist Dan Evans and Ashlyn Murphy.
She’s a college graduate who has lost her job due to the financial crash and is struggling with
crippling student debts. Ashlyn knows exactly what she wants and that's not an arrogant rocker with
no filter.
Can she tame the bad boy and can he get her to open up.
I absolutely loved this book Dan was sweet, funny and totally inappropriate most of the time. Ashlyn is totally the opposite she is uptight and feisty you just know when these two get together its going to be like oil and water.
The writing was fast paced and some of the dialogue between the two was laugh out loud hilarious.
If you like your rockers, loud, over the top, and inappropriate this is definitely the book for you.
Megan Winters had lusted over Troy Harris, drummer for international rock band Power Station, for years. Not being the type of girl who was invited backstage, her fantasies had stayed just that,
fantasies. When her best friend unexpectedly starts dating one of the other band members it puts her
on a crash course at war with her libido. Her solution— they need to have sex. Surely once she had scratched that itch, and saw the fantasy didn’t live up
to the reality she could move on. I mean, what could possibly go wrong?
Troy Harris vowed to stay away from Megs. The sexy, smart and funny blonde left his mind and his
body feeling like a pretzel. No matter how attracted he was to her, she was a no-go zone. The best friend of his best friend’s girlfriend? Cue the reality show. But when she gives him the chance to have a one-night no strings good time, there was no way he could turn that down. Maybe she was right.
One night, and then they could go back to being just friends.
Both of them were delusional.
Book two of the Power Station series
It’s not like I had spent the last six months pining after a guy I couldn’t have. No, I had brushed
myself off and went full steam ahead in trying to find a distraction. Any distraction. Not that I started bedding strange men and having one-night stands, but I was certainly more open to a casual relationship. I was actively dating and I’d
always had a healthy sex life, but the last couple of months… well I was a little bored with what the
life buffet had offered me. Maybe it’s the bad-boy hang up or the allure of the forbidden, but the reasons why Troy and I shouldn’t sleep together
were making less and less sense. After all, we were adults. Rational ones even. Well, for the most part. Feelings wouldn’t even have to come into it. Who says it has to be a relationship? It could just be
just sex. Maybe once we’d had sex, the whole forbidden fruit issue would be gone, thus remedying
the situation. Maybe, it would be like a vaccination, sort of like when they give you the live virus of
something to prevent a full-blown outbreak. It would definitely cure the sexual frustration I had going on.
"Um, Megs? Where did you go?" Troy’s raised eyebrow hinted at the fact I’d zoned out again. It seemed to be a real hazard when I was around him. I hadn’t even noticed we reached the stairs that lead
to the VIP area.
"I was just thinking…" I swallowed. My heartbeat raced as I contemplated what I was about to say.
Best not to over thinking it, I didn’t want to lose my nerve. I was also stone cold sober, as Troy had
helpfully pointed out, so there was no way I could blame my future actions on inebriation. Still, there was a sure fire way to stop the loop of crap rolling around in my head and that way was standing in# front of me. Sue me if I sounded desperate, I really didn’t care about public opinion, what I needed was to lose myself for an hour or two. And the person I wanted to do that with was Troy. Here goes nothing. I was about to test my theory once and for all to prove that honesty is in fact the best policy.
"We should have sex."
"Whoa. Um. Megs. Maybe we should get a drink first. Maybe sit down?" Troy smiled but didn’t act
shocked. After all, the flirting was nothing new so he probably assumed this was just an extension of that. Turning it up a notch, if you will. I could tell he didn’t think it was a legitimate proposition.
I would fix that.
"No seriously. The more I think about it, the more I’m convinced we should do it."
He lowered his face inches from mine. "Megs, didn’t we already agree dating would be a bad idea?"
"Who said anything about dating? No, I’m talking about fucking. Just sex. Purely physical,"
I clarified in case there was any confusion. I figured if I was going to sell this baby,
I had to do it justice and leaving wiggle room in the interpretation would not do.
His eyes narrowed, realizing I was serious. "Were you drinking before you got to Ash and Dan’s?"
Laughing would be inappropriate, and would not help my cause, so I tried not to. It wasn’t easy. Sure what I was asking was slightly out of character—scratch that, extremely out of character—but I had suggested it in the past. Granted I’d been drunk, and my lets-have-sex had been off-the-cuff, but a proposal had been made. What did I have to lose? "No. I’m completely sober. Actually,
this is the clearest my mind has been in a long time."
"So we’re just supposed to fuck and then stay friends?" His eyes were a mix of contradiction and
confusion. Strangely, it just made him even more alluring. "I really don’t think that works out that
way for anyone."
While I admired his integrity on the issue—really, give the man a round of applause—it was his other attributes I was interested in tonight. It wasn’t going to turn into some long and
romantic love story. I was okay with that. I was surprised I hadn’t come to this conclusion sooner.
Sex was definitely the answer. "No, not if they go in with other expectations. Of course, we know better. No emotional attachment, just fulfilling a primal need."
His mouth curved into a grin and despite my indecent proposal, he didn’t seem pissed. "Megs, think about what you are saying. Once you go there, you can’t un-go there. We both know it’s not that simple."
"Are you two coming up or what? I thought we were going to party tonight, not have a PTA meeting on the stairs," Dan called from the top of the stairs, his arm around Ash. I guess they had finally
noticed our absence, or potentially heard the whistle of the crazy train threatening to take me away.
"Shut up, asshole. We’ll be there in a minute." Troy turned and called back to him over the noise
. Secretly I was glad he hadn’t just shot down the conversation.
It would be premature to high-five myself just yet.
Dan rolled his eyes but didn’t seem overly concerned as he allowed Ash to pull him away. She gave me a quick wink and a smile just before they disappeared from view. I would have to thank her for
that later; her intuition guessing it was a conversation that didn’t need an interruption. She didn’t need to know the finer details, especially seeing as I had no idea what I was actually doing.
I leaned in closer to Troy, needing to know if I was fighting a losing battle.
"Aren’t you even the slightest bit turned on by me?"
"Megs, my dick is about to get choked out by my jeans. Trust me, not being turned on is not the issue here."
So I wasn’t imagining it. He was interested. Or at the very least his dick was, and lets face it, that was the only part we really needed to be on board. Yep, we can officially declare me out of control. #Maybe the stress really was getting to me? Whatever the excuse, I was going with it. I’d come this
far, might as well jump off the cliff. I had always been an overachiever.
"I think you are over-thinking this. Here is the way I see it. I have had a really bad week, horrendous even. And what I would really like right now is sex. Just to lose myself in a raging, screaming orgasm. Nothing fancy, as long as we both get off. Now, I know I could find some random guy and take him
home, but I would really prefer for it to be you. Who gives me the orgasm, I mean."
Troy cocked an eyebrow as he considered my offer. "And you think we can just have sex and shit
won’t be awkward later?"
"I know so. Besides, I think it might actually help us." At the very least help me. Possibly even cure me of my crazy obsession all while helping me forget my mental baggage. There really wasn’t a
drawback as far as I was concerned.
"How do you figure?"
I took a deep breath. This is what I like to call my finishing maneuver. The final wrap up.
The end argument. "Well, I’ve always had a thing for you. I’d go to shows and see you on stage and
secretly wonder what it would be like. Knowing you hasn’t really stopped me from thinking about it. If we did it, then maybe I could stop looking at you and wondering what it would feel like to come
with your cock inside me."
His jaw tightened, as his eyes raked up and down my body.
The intensity of his stare made me feel naked.
"Fuck." He hissed out a breath.
***ARC provided in exchange for an honest review - Jacquie / Scandalous Book Biog***
Crash ride is the second book in the Power Station series and features Ashlyn’s best friend Megan
Winters and the hot drummer Troy Harris.
I was so looking forward to this book as one of my favourite parts of High Strung was the first time
they meet in a nightclub.
Megan has a long time crush on Troy and every time she gets drunk she rings him and propositions
him until he relents and they have a one night stand.
I didn’t think T Gephart could top book one but this was so good. I love her writing style and again I was laughing to myself at Megs especially when she had consumed alcohol. Troy is my new
favourite Power Station member, he’s funny, sweet and caring.
I can’t wait to see where the next book takes us.
T Gephart is an indie author from Melbourne, Australia.
T's approach to life has been somewhat unconventional. Rather than going to University, she jumped on a plane to Los Angeles, USA in search of adventure. While this first trip left her somewhat underwhelmed and largely depleted of funds it fueled her appetite for travel and life experience.
With a rather eclectic resume, which reads more like the fiction she writes than an actual employment history, T struggled to find her niche in the world.
While on a subsequent trip the United States in 1999, T met and married her husband.
Their whirlwind courtship and interesting impromptu convenience store wedding set the tone for their life together, which is anything but ordinary. They have lived in Louisiana, Guam and Australia and have travelled extensively throughout the US. T has two beautiful young children and one four
legged child, Woodley the wonder dog.
An avid reader, T became increasingly frustrated by the lack of strong female characters in the books she was reading. She wanted to read about a woman she could identify with, someone strong,
independent and confident who didn't lack femininity. Out of this need, she decided to pen her first
book, A Twist of Fate. She enjoyed the process so much that when it was over she couldn't let it go.
T loves to travel, laugh and surround herself with colourful characters. This inevitably spills into her writing and makes for an interesting journey - she is well and truly enjoying the ride!
Based on her life experiences, T has plenty of material for her books and has a wealth of ideas to
keep you all enthralled.
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