A Siren for the Bear (Sarkozy Brothers Book 1) by Meredith Clarke, Pia Milan Read Free Book Online Page A

view there was just as amazing as the one from her bedroom. She could get used to this.
    "No wonder you guys practice all the way out here. That view in incredible." Carson stood at the window, a knee on a window seat that seemed to double as equipment storage, as the guys fiddled with instruments, strumming and humming.
    A few minutes later, they settled into one of the songs from their latest album that Carson recognized. She listened closely, took her cue, and began to sing along, earning a round of surprised looks.
    "You're very familiar with our music?" Rex asked.
    "Some." Carson nodded, her cheeks reddening. "To be brutally honest, not too much. I'd heard of you, listened to a song here and there. I've been busy, I guess. Focused."
    The door shut behind her and Rex glanced up. "You were right about her," he said, a knowing grin on his face.
    Carson turned on her heel, a ready smile on her face, prepared to meet Ajax, the final member of the band.
    And slammed into Marek Sarkozy's firm chest.

14. MAREK  

    C ARSON TURNED AND BUMPED RIGHT into him, too briefly pressing that enticing chest of hers against his.
    She gasped softly and looked up at him.
    "You."
    "Yes, me." He smiled at her. "We need to stop meeting like this."
    She smiled back, the expression hesitant and wary. Annoyance flashed in her blue eyes, and Marek waited for the backlash.
    But it didn't come.
    She turned back to face the band, her neck tight. She looked like she wanted to bolt, to move away so her body was no longer in contact with his, but she controlled herself.
    He could see the strained muscles of her neck, could sense it from the rapid beat of her heart. She was wearing a pair of black tights with a long collared shirt that came mid-thigh. It had enough transparency to the white cotton fabric to reveal the enticing curve of her hips.
    "So where do we start?" she asked, a little breathlessly. Marek stayed where he was, his body touching the length of hers. Until she stepped away and moved toward the central microphone.
    Jax handed her a book with the lyrics, which she placed on the stand in front of her. He gave Marek a wary glance before stepping back to his position.
    Marek walked to the Black Falcon leaning against the sidewall. He slipped the guitar strap over his shoulder and strummed the opening notes.
    And received a strange look from Carson.
    Stunned. That's what he would describe it as.
    She swung her gaze back to the lyrics just in time, as the band launched into the song. Carson was good, never missing a note. She'd struck Marek as professional the first time he'd heard her sing, but now he was more certain than ever.
    She must have familiarized herself with the music before Greg had picked her up, because nobody was that good without practicing. Her voice weaved its threads around him, and he found himself responding as she ended the song on a husky whisper.
    "Wow." Felix whistled. "That was amazing, Nyx."
    "Nyx?" asked Marek, frowning.
    "Yeah, Rex christened her Nyx. For her black-as-night hair."
    Marek felt a ripple of irritation run through him, but as much as he was annoyed that Rex had given her a name, he had to admit it suited her to a T.
    He contained his annoyance as they broke for lunch, which he spent watching her from across the table. He knew he was being overly reticent, but he didn't want to talk to her in front of the guys.
    Especially since he'd have some explaining to do.

15. CARSON  

    D AMN AND BLOODY HELL .  
    C URSING was not Carson's strong suit, but today she wished she could let out a string of expletives.
    Singing with Marek standing two feet behind her had been about the hardest thing she'd ever done in her life.
    Singing while infuriated with him was even harder.  
    Not that she had a right to be angry with him.
    Or did she?
    He'd misled her, making her assume he was the band manager. But maybe he was the manager and just hadn't fully informed her of his other role in the band.
    She contained her anger