Authors: Zoey Derrick
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Copyright © 2015 Zoey Derrick
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The following is a work of fiction - all reference to persons, places or things is strictly coincidental. Some parts (though small)are based on fact or actual events that occurred for the author and are portrayed fictionally here for Dacotah and Orion.
The following work is protected copyright of Zoey Derrick and Zoey Derrick Publishing. Reproduction of this work is prohibited by law and may not be distributed without the express written connect of the author or publisher. Failure to obtain permission can and will result in legal action. So bottom line, don’t share this work!
Praise for Claiming Addison and the 69 Bottles Trilogy
“I could go on and on about this book, but I’ll leave you here… and the fact that buying a copy of this book should come with a complimentary change of panties…”
Shurrn - The Smutsonian
Holy smokes batman! Where is the fire extinguishers? This final book in this trilogy is scorching hot. Must have significant other around when reading this book!" - Beta Reader on 69 Bottles Trilogy
“Simply AMAZING! Definitely a MUST READ for 2015!”
Stephanie - Stephanie’s Book Report
Praise for Craving Talon
“Absolute smutty perfection!”
Shurrn - The Smutsonian
Z-Team: Thank you to my beautiful Street Team. You ladies are the best and I love you for everything you do.
Rachel - My BFF, my Numero Uno Beta Reader. Thank you for always being ready, able and willing to read my raw craziness and for loving every word! P.S. Tell your husband he’s welcome!
Mandy and Lorraine: Ladies, without you, this book wouldn’t be in everyone’s hands. You’re amazing at everything you do. Stay Raw!!
To my beautiful Beta Readers: Lisa, Danielle, Vickie, Kali, Liliuokalani and Amy - Thank you for your kindness and willingness to read my mess of a beta copy. Your feedback has been instrumental in creating the story in your hands. Your love of Addison, Talon and Kyle is amazing. Thank you for everything!
To Emily - your words, your encouragement, and your love of my work keeps me going and it keeps me pushing my boundaries. Thank you for being such an inspiration.
For my Fans - Thank you for always wanting more, for reading, and for reviewing my work. Without you I’d have no reason to keep going. Thank you for loving my work.
To Rachel, a.k.a. Parajunkee - Your creativity is an inspiration. Your work is beyond amazing, Thank you for the cover of Claiming Addison and for everything you do to bring my stories to life.
To Stephanie - Thank you for loving my story so much you told every one about it. Your love for Addison, Talon and Kyle inspires me to write more.
To Shannon - Seriously, you’re the freakin shiz. No words can say how much I appreciate you and everything you do. I think you have a lot of woman to fight over to stake your full claim on Talon and Kyle!
To All Our Fans! We Love You and We Thank YOU!!
Now that I have your attention…
If you have NOT read Claiming Addison - 69 Bottles Book #1, please stop right here.
I want you, the reader, to have the best possible reading experience and in order to do that, you need to first read Claiming Addison.
Book 2 - Craving Talon, is a continuation of Claiming Addison. Starting this series with this book means that you will be lost, you will not understand what is happening therefore spoiling your reading experience.
Thank you for taking the time to read this notice. If you’ve already read Claiming Addison, proceed with caution. *Winks*
A WARNING FOR READERS!
I, Zoey Derrick, am not responsible for the following:
Husband/Boyfriend/Significant Other Breaking.
The cost of batteries required for reading this book.
Loss of sleep
Read One Handed!
XXOO! Enjoy Craving Talon!
Sandwiched between a sexy as hell rock god and his equally sexy and sweet manager…yup, that’s where I sit right now. We’re on our way to a dinner party. In a Suburban, packed with the members of the band, 69 Bottles, along with their manager, and four – yes, I said four - members of their bodyguard staff. I feel bad for Dex - the band’s drummer; Eric, also known as Peacock - the band’s bassist and Calvin, better known as Mouse - the band’s lead guitarist - because the three of them are sandwiched more than I am between Talon and Kyle. They’re big guys and well, it’s a Suburban. In the middle seat behind me, are Beck and Rusty, two of the four body guards, and sitting in the front passenger seat is Leroy, the dude is frickin’ huge, and Mills, lead bodyguard extraordinaire, is behind the wheel.
We’re on our way to Cami and Tristan Michaels’ house for a dinner party that is promised to be not only us, but a few of their friends as well. Which should be great; a chance to be normal, sort of.
Normal is hardly in my vocabulary anymore. Not since five days ago.
Five days ago I stepped onto a tour bus that belongs to America’s hottest alternative rock band, 69 Bottles. And five days ago, everything I thought I knew about myself was turned upside down.
I hit that bus with a fierce determination to be professional, do my job, and to have a good time doing it. But what I didn’t expect was the hotness that would surround me. There’s Dex, the drummer, who’s a dick, but still very attractive, living up to the rock god name in every stretch of the imagination possible.
Then there is Mouse. Why do we call him Mouse? Well, for his size he has a tiny ass voice that resembles Mickey Mouse in a strange way. Though when he sings backup for Talon he actually has a very low register. It’s kinda strange to hear.
And finally we have Peacock, who is aptly named for his wild hair color choices and his mad mohawk skills. His hair is colored to be hawked, so on nights like this, when it’s pulled back, it looks like a mosaic of color. He’s very good looking too, a little on the heavier side when compared to the other guys, but he’s solid underneath.
Ironically, I’ve yet to see any of them use the gym, so how they keep their figures is way beyond me.
My hotness meter landed on Talon, the band’s lead singer. He’s just all around yummy to look at with his shaggy light brown hair and the sexiest, scruffiest beard that is so deliciously perfect it’s turned me from ew beard to an OhMyGod beard person. He basically just looks like he hasn’t shaved in a week. He keeps it that way and it’s fucking delectable. He has these vibrant green eyes that almost seem to glow with their vibrancy. Just thinking about them when he looks at me with sex on his mind makes my entire body vibrate with sexual promise.
On my other side is Kyle, the band’s manager, who is equally as sexy as Talon is, but in a much softer kind of way. He’s built and tall, not quite as tall as Talon, but close. Kyle has beautiful blue-green eyes that open straight into his soul. Though he isn’t an open book, he’s incapable of hiding who he is on the inside. He has dirty blond hair that has a little length to it, but he’s more of the pretty boy between him and Talon. He keeps his goatee trimmed and he has that small, perfectly shaved line of hair that runs along his very strong, masculine jawline. Tonight he’s wearing a dress shirt, boots and jeans. All he needs is a cowboy hat and he’d make the perfect country specimen.
Just this last Sunday morning, waking up in Vegas, Talon, Kyle and I crossed a line that I never intended to cross, but was unable to resist any longer. They refused to make me choose between them, which is a good thing because there is no way that I could have. They’re the perfect balance of salty and sweet. Talon’s rough around the edges, a little crass at times, and he loves taking control and taking me roughly. Which reminds me of not so long ago when he took me hard, fast and rough. It was the perfect antidote to the shit day I’d had. He pushed me to let go, to surrender my body to him, thus taking my mind off of everything else. It was amazing.
Then you have Kyle, who is the polar opposite of Talon. Though not at all bashful about speaking his mind, he’s softer and more controlled and very passionate about me and things in general. I don’t think he realizes just how sweet he really is.
With the two of them, it’s the perfect balance. Good and evil. Salty and sweet. Loud and quiet. Hard and soft. And I am sandwiched between them. Engulfed with their personal need to be near me, to hold me and to have me.