Title: Pulse

Author: KE Osborn

Series: The Luminous Rock Series #1

Genre: Rockstar Romance

Release Date: January 17

She makes my pulse race.
From the moment I laid eyes on her in that ridiculous giraffe onesie, I knew this girl would rock my world.
Effa’s the lead singer of the world-famous rock band, Luminous.
And I’m their new lighting tech, Kaden ‘Mercs’ Mercury.
Going on tour with an all-female rock band would be simple you’d think, but these girls aren’t an easy push-over.
All the while things back home are taking a turn for the worse, and I’m losing a battle of my own that might come back to bite me on the ass if I’m not careful. My only distraction from the ensuing chaos – a bubbly blonde lead singer, destined to brighten my life.
But with an all-male backup band, tensions are bound to run high when jealousy flares, and lines are blurred.
She sets my pulse racing, but am I enough to kickstart her heart?

I watch Effa who’s in a different outfit to her usual leather dress and thigh high boots. Tonight she’s wearing a long flowing summer dress, and she mustn’t be wearing heels because she seems shorter than usual. She looks stunning. Her hair is down, flowing around her face in long smooth blonde waves, and circling her head is a white floral headband. She seems very in tune with her surroundings and less the rock chick vibe she usually portrays.

She looks beautiful.

The other girls have changed up their usual attire too, going for more casual wear.

They arrive at the back of stage, and I watch Effa as her tiny frame takes the stairs one by one. They’re off to the rear, so the crowd can’t quite see them properly yet. But as if to feel me watching her, she turns and looks right at me. When her eyes meet mine, it’s like a pulse of energy slams through the air around me, and my heartbeat quickens. She smiles giving me a quick wink before she turns and continues to walk up the stairs followed by the rest of the girls. It’s amazing how one look from her and I feel like a fucking schoolboy. I know I have an effect on her, but fuck if she doesn’t affect me just as much.

She makes my pulse race!

“Fuck me! You should see how far your tongue is hanging out of your mouth right now, brother,” Tank teases, bringing me back into the now as I look to him while he fiddles with the lighting cues.

The crowd erupts into a frenzy, finally seeing the girls as they make their way to the front of the stage with their lighting cues.

“Shut up and do your job,” I reply while I take a deep centering breath and look to the control panel to get to work myself.

“Hey, Colorado. How you all doing tonight?” Effa asks.

Alana spins a Jungle on the DJ set effortlessly. She’s so talented as it takes loads of skill to get the sound perfect. It’s basically a rearrangement of two copies of the same music to form something new and different.

The crowd erupts into a flurry of excitement, cheering and stomping, and while it isn’t the same deafening noise when they play to a packed out stadium, it’s still loud enough. Smiling as they scream for the girls, I can’t help but feel proud to be a part of this. Proud of them.

“I think you might have heard of us? We’re a little band called Luminous, and we’re here to rock your fucking socks off tonight! So hold on to your seats, ‘cause we’re about to blow this joint!” Effa cheers as Alana leads into their first song Falling.

The lights dim, and Kristy starts with the heavy percussion at the same time as Andi and Casey come in with their guitars. The music lighting up the amphitheater with a massive electric rock beat—one that Luminous has perfected so well. The vibration of the loud music beats through me as I continue to work, glancing up occasionally to watch Effa sway and move to the beat of the introduction of the song. The way her body glides with the notes is effortless, and I wish I were up there with her, wrapping my body against hers. Her hair flowing so perfectly over her shoulders as she picks up her guitar and hoists it over her, makes her only look sexier.

I need to fuck her and make her mine.

Effa starts to strum along to the song, the added electric guitar only making the essence of the song more intoxicating. She steps up to the microphone, and I take a breath, holding it, waiting for her husky, sensual voice to belt out the first verse. She opens her mouth letting the words caress the nighttime air, and they hit me like a ton of bricks. It shocks me just how stunningly beautiful her voice really is. It washes over me, caressing my body and wrapping me up in her silky smooth mezzo-soprano tone. Moving from the low to high notes with ease, it’s almost operatic vibe suiting her.

Effa’s stunning, and as the music encompasses me, I find myself stopping and just watching her in her glory. Her body moving, flowing, and dancing in an ease that comes naturally to her. My endorphins kick in, and I stand in awe taking it all in. Watching her from the rafters is different, it’s dark, and I can’t see properly, but this, gaining a view from behind the performance is pretty fucking epic.

The lighting is working wonders for their performance, illuminating her in just the right way to highlight her legs through her summer dress, making her look all the more tempting. She heads into the bridge of the song, the percussion deepening, the bass becoming louder and thumping harder with every beat, my heart along with it. She really is a storm, and I’m fast becoming swept up in her wake.

“Mercs… Mercs, fuck! I know you have a raging boner right now, but fuck bro we have a job to do,” Tank jabs, working double time on the lighting while I just stand here staring.

I turn seeing him working frantically, and it’s enough to bring me back. “Shit, sorry man!” I rush forward and make quick work of the task at hand.

The song continues, and I have to control myself not to listen or look. Tempting as she is, my job needs to take precedence right now. Tank was right, I do have a raging boner. I didn’t even realize I was getting hard watching her. Fucking hell! I’m going to have to control that shit.

Attempting to take in the music for my lighting cues and nothing else, I focus on the task at hand and get on with my job—this is what I’m here for, this is what I’m paid to do. I need to keep focused when I’m working. Otherwise, if I fuck up the lighting, I might not have to worry about them losing me, I might need to be more worried about them firing me.

I must focus only on the job at hand and not fucking the gorgeous angel on stage.


Australian author K E Osborn was born and raised in Adelaide, South Australia. With a background in graphic design and a flair for all things creative, she felt compelled to write the story brewing in her mind.
Writing gives her life purpose. It makes her feel, laugh, cry, and get completely enveloped with the characters and their story lines. She feels completely at home when writing and wouldn’t consider doing anything else.

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