Hawke Evans is the drummer for the Grammy winning Sphere of
Irony. The quiet, tattooed and pierced hottie behind a pair of geek chic
glasses is hiding a seriously troubled adrenaline junkie with a death wish.
Abby Kessler is studying psychology at UCLA. Her desire to
help those fighting mental illness stems from a life-changing incident in her
When Abby meets Hawke backstage at a local club, she’s
instantly attracted to his bad boy good looks. But when she discovers the
damaged man beneath the beautiful exterior, she’s compelled to make up for past
How long will it take for Hawke to realize his reckless
behavior isn’t only endangering him, but the hearts of those around him? How
long will it take for Abby to see that she can’t help someone who has no desire
to be fixed?
I am obsessed with the men from Sphere of Irony. Yes, I know they are not a real band. Yet their band members are amazing and so
are their friends. In each book in
this series the reader gets to know another member better. In each book all the members are involved in
This is Hawke’s story.
Throughout the other stories there were hints to the pain he was
suffering from, yet the reader does not find out what is causing the pain until
his story. While he starts as a
selfish prick with no care for anyone else but himself, he quickly turns into
someone that you want to take care of.
He needs help. He refuses to
get the help.
Enter Abby. As a
student studying psychology she knows that Hawke is hurting and needs to get
help to be able to move past it. What
is not shared until partially into the story is Abby’s history and the pain
that she is suffering from. The two of
them together are amazing. Their
feelings are obvious and openly shared.
Yet, they hold each other at arms length. Not allowing the other into their safe
circle, keeping secrets, and hurting each other over and over.
When it is revealed what Hawke’s real problem is I was not
surprised. The topic of mental health
is not easy. Yet Heather C. Leigh
manages to write a story that does not take it lightly. She understands how serious the topic is and
handles it with respect and care.
I recommend checking out this entire series. Each book can be read as a stand-alone yet
are even better when read together.
***This is book 4 in the Sphere of Irony Series. It can be
read as a standalone. This is a spin-off of the Famous Series***
Meet Hawke and Abby in the newest standalone in the Sphere
of Irony Series.
“Go away, Evans. I’m talking this nice girl.” This
prick has no idea how close I am to snapping or what Abby means to me. The way
Brad says ‘girl’, combined with the obvious ‘fuck off so I can get laid’ look
in his eyes, seals Brad’s fate.
Blinded by rage, I pull back my arm and drill my fist right
into his smug face.
“Fuck!” Brad cries out. He touches his mouth to find his lip
split open and bleeding.
“Oh my god, Hawke! What is your problem?” Abby shouts. I
move to punch the bastard again, but Abby steps between us, grabbing my hand.
“Move,” I hiss, shooting a murderous glare over Abby’s
shoulder at Brad, who is still holding his hand up to his mouth.
The rest of the room has gone silent, everyone stopping to
stare at the disruption, eager to watch a good fight. Dax must have either left
or is holed up in his room with Kate, otherwise he’d be right in the middle of
things, using his enormous muscles and underground fighting skills to put an
end to the confrontation.
“Don’t,” Abby begs, forcing me to look at her by stepping
into my line of sight. When I meet her eyes, shimmering with tears and
betrayal, all of the rage I felt for Brad turns into frustration with Abby for
drinking and putting herself in the situation with Brad to begin with.
“Leave,” I bark at Brad, pointing at the front door. Before
she can protest, I grab Abby’s wrist and haul her to my room. She stumbles
behind me on her high heels. Using my foot, I slam the door shut with a bang.
“Ouch, Hawke!” Abby twists out of my hold, turning to glare
at me. “What is your problem?”
“My problem?” I shout. “I’m not the one getting drunk and
letting Brad piece-of-shit Vargas touch my ass!”
Her mouth drops open and her eyes bulge. “Are you kidding me
I step forward, crowding her in a corner of the tiny space I
share with Gavin. “Oh, I’m far from fucking kidding, Abby. He’s a slimy
douchebag who wants nothing more than to get you drunk and fuck you.”
“So what? It’s none of your business who I sleep with!” Abby
puts her hands on her hips and scowls. It’s almost adorable, until she
continues her rant, going straight for the jugular. “I don’t say anything about
the whores you bang every night!”
Anger, shame, raging desire—they all battle inside my chest,
clashing until they detonate in a huge fireball of uncontrollable emotions. “I
don’t want them!” I shout, my hands going to my hair, fisting huge hunks.
I step closer, Abby’s back now pressed against the bathroom
door. I lean forward, dropping my hands to cage her in on either side of her
head. Her breathing picks up and I drop my gaze to drag up her sinful body,
ending at her heart-stopping eyes. “Don’t you get it, Abby?” My voice lowers as
I finally confess what I’ve held inside for too long. “I don’t want Brad
touching you. I don’t want anyone touching you! I want you. You’re mine.”
Abby gasps, either in shock at my declaration, or with
desire. I don’t wait to find out because at that moment, I lean closer, letting
my hips press against hers so she can feel exactly how much I want her.
Abby’s eyes fall to my mouth, her thick lashes fluttering against flushed skin.
When her pink tongue darts out to lick her lips, any remaining willpower I
possessed dissolves into nothingness.
I tilt my head to see if that mouth tastes as sweet as she
smells, but Abby holds me back with a hand to my chest. A fist squeezes around
my heart. Of course she doesn’t want me. Why would she? I’m a fucked up
mess and she knows it.
Abby inhales a shaky breath, drawing my attention back to
her eyes once more. “What’s your real name?” she asks.
“What?” I pull my brows together.
“Your real name. I… I don’t want my first time to be with
someone whose name I don’t know,” she whispers, her cheeks blazing red with
I huff out a laugh. “Henry. It’s Henry Walker Evans.”
“Like Gavin Walker?”
I shake my head. “No relation.”
“Henry,” she says, smiling as she trails her trembling fingers
up my chest, over my collarbone, to wrap around the back of my neck. “Kiss me,
Without hesitation, I lift my hands from the door to cup her
flushed cheeks, letting my full weight press against her body. Abby’s tongue
darts out to wet her lips, sending a rush of blood straight to my groin. I
groan in pleasure. “God, I’ve been wanting to do this forever.” Before she can
answer, I lean in and our mouths connect.
Abby melts against the door, her muscles going limp,
allowing me to control the kiss. When I slide my tongue against the seam of her
lips, she lets out a throaty moan that vibrates all the way to my toes. Her
mouth parts on a soft exhale, the sound sending little sparks of electricity
dancing across my skin. I’m so turned on, so desperate to taste and feel every
part of her, that my brain turns off and instinct takes over. Primal, animal
instinct to possess, to claim, to make her mine.
I step forward, putting one foot between hers to kick her
feet apart. Once there’s enough room to maneuver, I push my stiff dick against
the junction of her thighs. Abby gasps and comes to life. The girl who was
content to be passively carried along through our kiss, threads her fingers
through my hair and grips tight. The streak of pain across my scalp shreds my
last vestiges of rational thought.
Panting, I break away, dizzily gulping down oxygen. “Off.
Now.” I grab the hem of her silky tank top and yank it over her head, revealing
two perfect, round breasts supported by a lacy white bra. “Fuck.” I palm my hard-on
through my way too tight jeans, the ache nearly unbearable.
Abby stares at me, her eyes wild, pupils dilated. Desire has
put crimson streaks on her cheekbones and turned her throat and chest a deep
shade of pink. “Your turn,” she says, clawing at the bottom of my own T-shirt.
I reach over my head to pull it off, but hesitate when my fingers grip the
The scars. I’ve haven’t had sex with anyone without a shirt
on since the accident, usually not even getting my pants all the way off. It’s
always been quick backroom hook-ups or blow jobs. My pulse races, fear
overtaking desire, pricking my skin uncomfortably.
“Henry.” Abby caresses my cheek, her thumb brushing across
the silver stud in my bottom lip. “I don’t care. I want you, all of you. You’re
perfect the way you are.”
Our eyes lock, and I know she’s telling the truth. This is Abby.
I can trust her. She skims her hands down my ribcage, hooking her fingers into
the waist of my jeans. In a bold move, Abby tugs me forward and arches her back
off the door, grinding against my aching cock.
I nod, knowing right now, I’ll give her whatever she wants.
I fist the collar of the shirt and pull it over my head, balling it up in my
hands between us, using it as my final shield. Without breaking eye contact,
Abby covers my hands with her own and slowly removes my fingers, taking the
shirt from me. She tosses it to the ground, blue eyes still fixed on mine. Abby
slides her hands around my waist and I flinch.
“Don’t be afraid,” she murmurs, skimming her hands up my
torso, her fingers exploring every inch. They brush across my abs to my chest,
where she gently flicks her thumbs across my nipples. “I’m not. I know you’ll
take care of me.”
“Jesus, Abby.” My head lolls back from the pleasure of her
Abby winds her hands behind my head and pulls my mouth back
to hers. Our tongues slide together, wet and hot and so fucking perfect. She
stops to catch her breath, fumbling with the button on her own jeans. As I
stare, entranced, Abby shoves down her pants and underwear and reaches behind
her to unsnap her bra, letting it slide down her arms to the floor. She’s so
beautiful, I stop breathing to stare at her naked body, snapping out of it only
when she speaks. “Make love to me, Henry.”
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About the Author:
Heather C. Leigh is the author of the Amazon best selling
Famous series. She likes to write about the 'dark' side of fame. The part that
the public doesn't get to see, how difficult it is to live in a fishbowl and
how that affects relationships.
Heather was born and raised in New England and currently lives outside Atlanta,
GA with her husband, 2 kids, and French Bulldog, Shelby.
She loves the Red Sox, the Patriots, and anything chocolate (but not white
chocolate, everyone knows it's not real chocolate so it doesn't count) and has
left explicit instructions in her will to have her ashes snuck into Fenway Park
and sneakily sprinkled all over while her family enjoys beer, hot dogs, and a
wicked good time.
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