RELEASE BLITZ – My Songbird by Savvi V




Title: My Songbird
Series: Cameo Gentlemen’s Club #2
Author: Savvi V
Genre: Sexy Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 11, 2019



Blurb

Growing up in the dive bars of Little Havana taught me three invaluable lessons.

One . . . Men always lie.

Two . . . The lilt of my voice has the power to bring those damn men to their knees.

Three . . . Men always lie.

I learned from the best and honed my skills, but even I wasn’t immune to the allure of good looks, charm, and the strong family ties I craved. That naivety was a mistake.

Possibly the most monumental one of my life.

I was sucked into a brutal lie, then forced to run from one crime family straight to another in a desperate attempt to survive, but . . . what have I done?

Stepped right into the lion’s den.

Not only have I stumbled into the crosshairs of a sadistic serial killer—a psychopath whose hunting grounds are the gentlemen’s club where I sing—but the Kane family enforcer in charge of my security is maddening. Infuriating.

And oh, so delicious.

Tall, tatted, and silent, JD’s eyes speak a thousand sinful promises every time they rake over my body. Driving me wild with lust and crumbling all my carefully crafted walls. The broody giant gives me a reason to trust—which could make him the most dangerous threat of all.







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Excerpt

Before I knew it, the last applause was winding down, the lights went up, and a handful of women dabbed at their eyes while their significant others adjusted their crotches. A normal set. I’d be back later for the late performance, but at that moment, as I stomped down the stairs as fast as my four-inch heels would allow, I just felt annoyed.
Not at JD.
Well, yes, at JD, but really at myself for being irritated that a man that wasn’t mine had the audacity to not stay and watch me sing like he usually did. It was stupid and ridiculous and I needed slapping—
“Oh!”
I shrieked as my heel caught on the edge of a step and I pitched forward. Right into the big arms of JD as he rounded the corner.
His grunt of surprise as he caught me was the only sound I’d ever heard from him, and that, along with his subtly spicy smell, and his hands on my body holding me tightly against him, short circuited my brain’s wiring.
“Sorry, I—” I couldn’t even finish that sentence as my face was just inches from his and my arms were around his neck and I found myself lost in the depths of those gold-green eyes.
My heart pounded so hard against his chest, I was certain he could feel it. One hand was hot against my bare lower back, and the other on my ass. All I knew was that I suddenly forgave him for not listening to me sing, and I was having to mentally tell my legs not to wrap around his middle.
Something was off, however. After the initial surprise, and the following primal reaction, there was something else coming back to his expression. Something serious enough to draw his brows together and tighten his jaw.
Alarms began to sound in my head. “What’s wrong?”
Tension emanated off him, tightening every muscle, as he slid me slowly down his body, setting me back on my feet. That could have been incredibly hot if the words shooting through his eyes hadn’t already switched me into survival mode. He wouldn’t say anything out loud, I knew that, but my brain was already checking the boxes, running three possible plans into play. How JD would know, I had no idea, but somehow, he did. It was all over his face. I had two emergency bags packed for this. One at home and one in my car, but the second option left two important things behind.
Where were my keys? My phone? Damn it, I’d gotten complacent.
JD backed up a step as another set of heels clicked quickly behind him. Miss Vaughn. Looking just as worried. What the hell? Maybe it wasn’t my old life catching up with me. Maybe another murder? But then they wouldn’t be looking at me like my puppy just died. I didn’t know anyone well enough to—
“Brady,” she began, her caramel blonde waves tumbling over one shoulder in a rare down-do. Pregnancy must be making her feel all girly.
“Miss Vaughn, what’s going on?” I asked, looking from her to JD in question. “Who died now?”
Miss Vaughn shook her head. “Charli,” she said, reminding me for the millionth time to call her that. “And no one, thank God,” she said. “But JD’s security detail just reported that your hotel room was broken into.”
“My—my what?” The words felt stilted in my mouth as too many things in her sentence didn’t go together correctly. “How did—” I shook my head. “Security detail?”
JD’s security detail?
He backed up another step and crossed his arms, and for once I couldn’t read him. What the living hell was going on?
“Everyone here has one with all the crazy happening,” Charli said. “We have to keep everybody safe.”
I felt my eyes go wide. “Yes, I get walked to my car every night, and chaperoned when I walk down the street to get a burger, but you—”
“Had to do what it took to make sure you weren’t the next body? Yes,” she said, crossing her arms to mirror him. “You didn’t give me a home address, Brady, I had to have JD assign someone.”
“To stalk me.”
I was going to get fired. I felt it in my bones. But my mouth wouldn’t quit. JD was like my personal protection, I got that, but it had always felt like he chose that. He didn’t. She or Gideon Kane had ordered it. And then he assigned people to follow me? Report back—
“To protect you,” Charli corrected. “I don’t care about your personal life. I never asked you why you’re living in a hotel.”
And boom, my brain circled back to the crux of the matter.
Broke in.
No.
I was down the hall at a run, kicking off the heels as I went, hopping on one foot to rid myself of one of them.
“Go with her,” I heard her say in the background. “This isn’t like the other . . .”
I couldn’t hear anything after that because I was in the dressing room. Phone and keys and bag in hand, I ran back out the door. I didn’t care about my bare feet or the dress riding dangerously up my ass. I just needed to get to my car.
Everything I owned and most of the money I had was in that hotel room, but it might be gone now anyway. The best option was just to get in my car and go, and hope it wasn’t rigged to blow up.
JD wasn’t anywhere to be seen when I ran out the back exit, until headlights stopped me. The truck turned and pulled in front of me, blocking my path, the passenger’s side door even with me. JD’s eyes met mine through the window as he leaned over and opened the door.
I didn’t have a choice it seemed.
Well, wasn’t that just par for the course.
We rode in silence—there was no other way with him—but for the first time since I’d met him, that pissed me off. I deserved answers, damn it.
“Obviously, I don’t need to give you directions,” I said, glaring at his profile.
Nothing.
“And how the hell did someone break into my room in a secure hotel with a security detail?” I asked. Okay the hotel wasn’t that secure, but shit. “What good is someone following me if they can’t stop that?”
Still nothing.
“Jesus,” I muttered, staring out the window.
I didn’t know what ached more. The fear of what was waiting for me, the exhaustion of what was to come if I had to hit the road, or this damn man getting under my skin and making a fool of me.
I was out of the truck before he even turned off the ignition, through the lobby doors, past the empty reception desk—well no damn wonder—and up the two flights of stairs to room 202 . . . where I stopped short at the sight of another menacing looking man standing in my open doorway.
“Move,” I said.
“Ma’am,” he began, but then his gaze shot behind me. Because of course, he was already there. I spun to see him towering behind me, jacket gone, arms bared, multiple tattoos snaking around them.
I blinked away, ignoring the hit to my libido. I didn’t have time for that anymore, seeing as death was clearly more imminent.
JD jutted his head and the guy walked off as JD slapped him on the shoulder. Great job, dude, in man-code, and all that. All I could see was what tiny shred of life I had left in total shambles in this dinky room, and they were simply handing me off like a baton.
The mattress was upended and cut open. My toiletries were everywhere. Clothes were ripped apart and thrown around. The cheap couch had no cushions left, and the only reason it wasn’t upside down was that it was bolted to the floor.
None of that mattered.
I went straight to the end table and moved it out of the way, all my breath leaving me in a giant release when I saw the emergency escape plan sign I’d taken from the door. It was still in place over the hole I’d cut into the wall.
“Thank you,” I whispered under my breath.
My little bag. With most of my not-so-little money. They didn’t find it. I still had a small portion of it in the other bag in my car, but—oh, my God they’d found me.
I backed up, fighting away the rush of terrified tears as I turned around. I expected JD to be hovering, observing, being a generally overprotective watchdog. But, no. He was pacing. Distracted. Agitated. I watched in desolation as he stormed around the room, gradually growing angrier and angrier, his expression lost to the moment as he seemed ready to hit something, his focus hazy and somewhere else.
“I have to go,” I said, my voice sounding like the real Brady Rose after a long smoking day.
JD stopped pacing and shook his head vehemently.
I laughed bitterly. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. Sorry to disappoint, but—”
He suddenly dropped his head to stab out a text.
A text.
Was he kidding me?
“You have this all down to a well-oiled machine, don’t you?” I spat. “Shit happens, you take care of it. Next. No connections. No anything. Wait for the next order of business.”
Yes. As you should.
Take it and run. No men. No anything. He’s showing you the way.
He looked up from his phone but didn’t react in any way that showed denial. There was my sign.
“Wow,” I choked out. “I’m so stupid. I thought—” I covered my face for a moment and then dropped my hands, looking blindly around the shambles of my things. “I don’t know what I thought. It doesn’t matter, because I’m just another job to you.”
The move was so fast I never saw it coming. I didn’t realize I was off my feet until my back was pinned against a closet door, his impossibly big, impossibly hard body pressed against mine.
I gasped, staring into eyes as haunted as I felt.
One large hand cupped my hip and my ass, one sunk into my hair, cradling my head as his gaze dropped to my mouth. His lips brushed mine, stubble scratching the sensitive flesh in a move so surprisingly restrained and raw, I would’ve never thought this man capable.
A desperate growl escaped his throat. “Does this feel like a f*cking job to you?”



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Savvi V is a dynamic writing duo of two friends who came together over their shared love of hot, alpha heroes, feisty, smart-mouthed heroines, and smexy, melt-your-panties romance. We also love ogling tatted up guys, coffee of all kinds, and indulging in dessert first! We hope you’ll join the fun because it’s all about the V with us! 


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