Rock Hard by Nalini Singh
Rock Hard was ravenously devoured in a day, and now I want a T-rex of my own. Gabriel had to slightly couch his Alpha tendencies because Charlotte was a bit of a mouse in the beginning. He had the patience of a saint, though, because he had a lot to overcome in regards to Charlotte. But it was worth it, watching him push her in small increments until she got her backbone straight and began pushing, too. I highlighted a lot in this book, and I’d get sucked back into the story when re-reading some of them. Though I loved the other books in this series, this one gets all the extra Gold stars. [March 2015]
After waiting with bated breath for T-Rex (or Gabriel - he's #NotARealDinosaur) and Charlotte's story, I didn't come up for air until The End appeared on my Kindle. I adore Nalini Singh and this is my all time favorite Nalini book. That is saying something, considering that I've read the whole Psy-Changeling series, some of the Guild Hunter series, and thoroughly enjoyed her standalone books. Rock Hard had it all: tension, humor and sass and plenty of quirk, romance, lots of sexiness. This is a MUST READ. T-Rex gets all my love. [March 2015]
Series Reading Order
This is such a hard question for me to answer. I truly don’t have favorites – or if I do, it tends to be the protagonists of the book which I’m currently writing. They get all my focus, which I think is as it should be – it’s their turn to shine in the spotlight.
I think it would be a blast to be Elena for a day – to clarify, this would be a calm, sunny day when no one is trying to kill Elena. I’d just fly around New York, sweep past the skyscrapers and above the Hudson, and maybe play a game of angel baseball with the others!
I LOVE reading historicals, but the idea of doing all that research is slightly terrifying. Still, you never know! Maybe one day, I’ll face the fear and give it a go.
It just happened as I was writing. I was in Charlotte’s head – some of her thoughts are just hilarious. She might be a mouse on the surface, but she’s got this bright, sharp mind. And at some point, she just muttered how Gabriel was a T-Rex rampaging through the company and boom, that was it.
Oh, absolutely!! JD Robb, Jayne Ann Krentz, and Laura Florand are just three of my auto-buy authors who I’ve read recently. I have so many more – I’m a total lifelong bookworm.
I enjoy them both and have actually always written both, even if one was in the background. Overall, it depends more on the idea than the genre – for example, when I got the idea for what became my first paranormal series (Psy-Changeling), it was so powerful that it consumed me in the best way. The same with the Guild Hunter series, and now with the Rock Kiss series. When I sit down to write, I think about the stories that are compelling me – and then I just go with it.
7. Have you had any crazy/funny/bizarre typos when writing a sex scene? I.e. Forgot where limbs were in previous paragraph, environment changed mid-scene, etc.
Hmm… *goes into memory vault* I can’t actually remember any really bad ones, but you know, that could be because I’ve erased them from the memory banks! The only one I can recall is a clothing mishap where I skipped the hero/heroine taking off certain important items of clothing. That was in an early draft though, so I caught it fairly early on (phew!).
Charlotte arrived at work at seven-thirty the next morning to find Gabriel Bishop’s office door open, but no carnivorous predator inside. A fresh suit was hanging on the back of his door, however, which meant he’d been in already.
Deciding to catch up on e-mails that had come in overnight from international suppliers as well as stores involved in a stock take, she was typing a reply when a sweaty Gabriel arrived fifteen minutes later. He was dressed in black running shorts and a faded University of Auckland T-shirt that was currently sticking to his body.
She’d known he was in shape, but now she realized none of it was an illusion created by his well-cut suits. Okay, she’d already known that, but seeing his muscled body in the flesh was a whole different ball game. He was built like a tank, hard and powerful.
Each of his thighs was thicker than both of hers put together, his biceps toned, his shoulders appearing even wider than usual. Everything about him was big. Civilized clothing didn’t make him look better, she realized—it toned down his intense masculinity. Out of his suits, with the ink on the upper part of his left arm exposed, as well as that on his opposing thigh and…
Her skin hot and lower body clenching, she just nodded in response to his “Good morning.”
Disappearing into his office, he returned with his suit pants and a fresh shirt slung over his arm, along with a sports bag. “Push the meeting with Sales to nine, will you, Ms. Baird? I need to talk to HR about something before then.”
“Yes, sir,” Charlotte said almost soundlessly, but he was already gone, heading toward the employee shower one floor down.
The thigh tattoo went all the way around, the design intricate.
Heart rate a rapid stutter, Charlotte got up after he disappeared and decided to go grab him a coffee. He’d bought her one yesterday after all. She was just being nice. “Oh, shut up, Charlotte,” she muttered once she was in the elevator, and slumped her face into an upraised hand.
The truth was she was running away. Only for a few minutes, but that’s what this was: strategic retreat. Gabriel Bishop was overwhelming. Once, before she’d ever met him and under the influence of cocktails, she’d told Molly she wanted to rip off his shirt and sink her teeth into his pecs.
That desire hadn’t waned even now that she knew he was a T-Rex. Of course, the desire was all strictly in her imagination. The idea of actually handling him in real life? So impossible as to be laughable. Charlie-mouse was not about to play with a predator who could eat her alive and not even notice the bones. The good news was that she could admire him in relative safety—there was no chance in hell he’d ever notice her as a woman.
Getting the coffee from a nearby café, she took it back upstairs. He was in his office when she entered, the striped dark gray of his tie hanging around his neck and his damp hair roughly combed. The scent of clean, fresh soap over warm skin permeated the office. Shooting her a smile that turned him from gorgeous to flat-out devastating, he flipped up the collar of his white shirt to get the tie in place. “Thank you, Ms. Baird.”
Nodding, Charlotte escaped, though she really wanted to stay. She’d never realized how erotic it was to watch a man dress until this precise moment. And she shouldn’t be having these thoughts about her boss—especially since she couldn’t keep from quivering like a rabbit in his presence. Sometimes she just annoyed herself.
“Get to work,” she muttered and knuckled down.
Gabriel was fine for the first hour, but then he began barking orders even a six-armed woman with a split personality would have had trouble handling.
Finally, pushed to the edge, Charlotte snapped. “I’m going as fast as I can!” she yelled when he asked her for something a minute after he’d asked her to complete another task.
He scowled and held out a file. “This is a priority.”
Grabbing it from his hand, she said, “Fine,” and slapped it down on her desk.
It was over an hour later that he disappeared for ten minutes. When he returned, it was to put a small bakery box on her desk. “I think you need something to sweeten your mood today, Ms. Baird.”
What she needed was for the T-Rex who was her boss to stop snarling and growling, she thought as he returned to his office. Not opening the box until her curiosity had almost killed her, she found it held a slice of decadent chocolate cake with a white-chocolate ganache topped with curls of both white and milk chocolate. “I cannot be bribed with cake,” she muttered, eating a bite nonetheless.
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In New York Times Bestselling author Nalini Singh’s newest contemporary romance, passion ignites between a gorgeous, sinfully sexy man who built himself up from nothing and a shy woman who has a terrible secret in her past…
Wealthy businessman Gabriel Bishop rules the boardroom with the same determination and ruthlessness that made him a rock star on the rugby field. He knows what he wants, and he’ll go after it no-holds-barred.
And what he wants is Charlotte Baird.
Charlotte knows she’s a mouse. Emotionally scarred and painfully shy, she just wants to do her job and remain as invisible as possible. But the new CEO—a brilliant, broad-shouldered T-Rex of a man who growls and storms through the office, leaving carnage in his wake—clearly has other plans. Plans that may be equal parts business and bedroom.
If Charlotte intends to survive this battle of wits and hearts, the mouse will have to learn to wrangle the T-Rex. Game on.