Excerpt: The Rhythm Method - Vilma Iris | Lifestyle Blogger

It all started in Vegas…

After a wild and tumultuous beginning to their relationship, Evelyn Thomas and her rock star husband David Ferris have been happily married for years. Nothing needs to change, their life together is perfect. Which means that change in the shape of an unexpected pregnancy is bound to shake things up some. But could it be for the better?

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Excerpt: The Rhythm Method
By Kylie Scott

Excerpt: The Rhythm Method

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kylie Scott comes a new story in her Stage Dive series. THE RHYTHM METHOD is out tomorrow and you can read an excerpt right now below!

Chandeliers twinkled overhead, and a string quartet played Led Zeppelin. All while our friends and family ate and drank and made merry. Out the nearest window you could see the Eiffel Tower all lit up for the night, and I couldnโ€™t have been happier if I tried. The hotel suite was wonderful. Everything was perfect. Just perfect.

โ€œHere you go,โ€ said my husband, David, passing me a Moscow mule. โ€œHappy seventh wedding anniversary, Mrs. Ferris.โ€

โ€œRight back at you, Mr. Ferris.โ€

He pressed a kiss to my lips. โ€œWho the hell would have thought?โ€

โ€œWe had a rough start.โ€ I smiled. โ€œBut I sure am glad we persevered.โ€

โ€œMe too. This dress youโ€™re wearingโ€ฆโ€ His fingers traced down my spine in a thrilling fashion. My back was bared by the low square cut of the short, black Hervรฉ Legรฉr fit and flare dress. It also had a plunging v-neckline, and my man definitely noticed. โ€œHave I said how much I appreciate the easy access?โ€

โ€œI may have learned a thing or two about how you like it,โ€ I said coyly.

โ€œWe are in the city of love.โ€

โ€œHmm.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s not like weโ€™d be missed.โ€ He nuzzled the side of my neck, making my toes curl. โ€œWhat do you say, baby?โ€

โ€œYou want us to sneak out of our own party?โ€

โ€œIt wouldnโ€™t be the first time.โ€

I nodded. โ€œTrue.โ€

โ€œDid I mention weโ€™re in the city of love?โ€ he asked, nibbling on my earlobe.

โ€œYes. I believe you did.โ€

We were in France because Stage Dive was doing a world tour. It started three months ago and would continue on for another ten. A whole year and a bit on the road with one of the biggest rock bands in the world. From North America to Europe, Asia, Australia, New Zealand, South America, and then back home again. Not all of the family would be on the whole tour. People had lives and children had school and so on.

But tonight they were all here. Just for this. For us. And the celebration of our seven years together. Iโ€™d intended it to be a casual get-together, but this was so much better. Everyone dressed up to the nines and was having the time of their life. Touring was hard work with constant stresses, and we deserved some fun.

โ€œComing through,โ€ hollered Mal, the blond drummer.

David and I separated to allow the dance line to pass. Because even fancy parties in France needed a dance line, apparently. First came Mal bopping along with his two-year-old son, Tommy, on his shoulders. Followed by five-year-old Gibson and his dad, Ben, the tall, bearded bassist. Behind them came the bandโ€™s lead singer, Jimmy, with his twin girls. They were almost six and would in all likelihood be taking over the planet any day now. Hooray for strong women. Their father couldnโ€™t have been any more delighted with their energy and enthusiasm for life. Jimmy might have been the slick bad boy of the band back in the day, but heโ€™d grown into a good man and a great father.

At the very end of the line was Sam, our head of security. Clad in his usual black suit with a poker face few could match, he nodded briefly as he danced past. โ€œExcuse us, Mrs. Ferris.โ€ As hard as I tried, I couldnโ€™t get him to call me by my first name.

โ€œNot a problem, Sam.โ€

โ€œLovely night.โ€

I grinned, saluting them with my drink. โ€œIt sure is.โ€

When Tommy noisily demanded to be put down, his father complied. The small child immediately ran past the buffet, swiping several macaroons, before disappearing behind the chaise. This excellent idea was seized upon by all three of the other children, and soon enough, the macaroon tray sat empty and the kids grew increasingly hyper.

โ€œTheyโ€™re going to be on a sugar high for days,โ€ said David, cozying up to me again.

โ€œLenaโ€™s flying home with the girls tomorrow. Can you imagine all that energy in a confined space?โ€

He grunted. โ€œTerrifying.โ€

โ€œThatโ€™ll be us one day.โ€

โ€œIn about five years,โ€ he agreed, taking a swig from his bottle of beer. Because you could take the rock star to Paris and dress him in a three-piece suit, but he still wouldnโ€™t be sipping champagne. Thank you very much.

โ€œThatโ€™s the plan,โ€ I said.

โ€œAnd you do like your plans.โ€

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