Five Weeks (The Seven Series #3) By Dannika Dark
Izzy has always loved the freedom and adventure of life on the road, but she’s recently decided to settle down—as much as a rogue wolf can. When her boyfriend gets her a job working at a hot Shifter bar, she runs into the last person on earth she expected to see again.
Jericho isn’t the famous rock star he once was, though he still plays in a local band and loves to party. Beautiful women come and go, but music is his only passion—until a sassy redhead named Isabelle Monroe shows up unexpectedly.
Fate reunites two former friends living with one foot in the present and the other in the past. But will they have a future when one of them is forced to choose between life and death? Old habits die hard, and sometimes the toughest addictions to shake are the ones that control our hearts.
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He slipped a pink glow necklace
around my neck and twisted two around my wrists as bracelets.
“This way I can spot you easily in
the crowd if we get separated.”
“Does this normally go on in
“Nope. First time. Hopefully nobody
gets killed and we can do it again.”
A new band came on, and as the
rhythmic beat thumped, Jericho tugged my hand and led me to the edge of the
The pink glow from my stick
illuminated his face, and he closed in on me with a carnal look in his hypnotic
Watching my lips.
I couldn’t breathe. I licked my
lips nervously as the energy pulsed between us.
He curved his right hand around the
back of my neck and grazed his callused fingers across my nape. I shivered, and
a rush of desire moved through me like strong alcohol.
Jericho closed his eyes and drew in
a deep breath through his nose. He licked his lips and leaned in close,
whispering against my ear.
“You’re going into heat soon, aren’t
I nodded and his fingers curled in,
sending a thrill through my body.
“Maybe you shouldn’t be here,” he
The music swelled, and laser lights
beamed through the crowd, briefly passing over us.
Jericho moved closer, and I placed
my hands on his bare chest. My fingers explored his firm abs and dared to move
lower until they slipped inside his jeans. He sucked in his stomach and hissed
through his teeth.
“Is it that obvious?” I asked.
His mouth moved away and paused on
my cheek. “My brothers can’t tell—not even Austin, and he’s an alpha. Otherwise
they would have mentioned it. He must not have a strong nose like he claims.”
“Then how is it you know?”
“You have that look. I’ve seen that
look. I remember that look.” His left
hand traveled to my hip and tightened.
WHAT IS IT ABOUT MUSICIANS WE FIND SO ATTRACTIVE?
If we’re talking about rock stars, then we’re usually talking about bad boys with no inhibitions. These are men who don’t put on a tie to go to work. They put on leather bracelets and ripped jeans. They live in a world we don’t—one without rules. Lead singers make love to women through a microphone with their voice, but we believe that deep down, they have a poet’s heart.
In a rock star romance, it’s sexy to think that in an arena full of women that the rock star chooses that one girl (and who here hasn’t had the fantasy of being that girl?). But usually what we find out is that the choice is really hers. Fame and fortunate won’t always get him everything he wants, and sometimes it blinds him from what he needs.
Musicians and singers also have charisma, and that’s not something everyone has. That quality makes them stand out no matter where they are or what they look like. They’re confident, cocky, and don’t always fit the definition of sexy.
Life behind the scenes isn’t as glamorous as it’s made out to be. That’s what I wanted to tackle with Five Weeks— not writing about a musician at the peak of his success, but after. What happens when the lights dim and a star is forced to step out of the public eye and live a subdued life?
Jericho, the main character, is a man with a broken soul. Years ago, his life spiraled out of control, but he’s managed to clean up his act. Music is his life, and it’s something he’ll never give up, even if he has to make sacrifices for his pack.
The only thing he’s missing is the love from a good woman.
About the Author
This is the segment where you learn a little more about who I am, so here’s what I can tell you: I drink copious amounts of vitamin water placed precariously close to my laptop while writing. These are two healthy habits I have no intention of breaking. I’m a transplant living in the south, but I was born in the 70’s to a military dad who moved us around the world.
When I’m not writing (which is all the time), I’m hunting down Indie music, watching movies, reading, eating Tex-Mex, discovering new ways to humiliate myself bowling, and burning up my laptop battery on the Internet. I have a relaxed, easy-going personality and don’t like drama. I live with a cat who thinks she is a dog, or a goat (she eats plastic, so I’m not sure which).
Throughout my life, I’ve had insomnia. Counting sheep never worked and eventually I would imagine those sheep were the sole source of food after an apocalyptic battle where only thousands survived. I made up stories in a futile attempt to bore myself to sleep. The problem was, I got so wrapped up in my “head stories” that I would continue them through the following nights, changing it up each time to make it more exciting. Eventually, I started writing my ideas down – creating short stories, and then I discovered my love for poetry.
It’s almost embarrassing how many spiral notebooks and stacks of paper I have of poetry and lyrics.
Another passion: digital art. I design all my book covers, marketing, and series art. I’m a very visual person and pursued photography as an avid hobby for many years.
I am not a YA author (I feel like I have to state this only because I’ve had a few people ask), but I think it’s wonderful there are so many books available to teens in Urban Fantasy and Paranormal.
I am finally doing what I have always wanted to do: giving my characters a pulse through writing full time. I focus on adult urban fantasy romance, but I don’t like labels and I enjoy blending genres to break out of the confines of predictability.
But it’s what I love to do.
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