Blackthorne: Heart of Fame, Book 8 Read Online Free PDF Page A

twenty-seven-year-old men with ridiculous amounts of money, fame and infamy. When they were in the same space, regardless of where it was, be it a nightclub, awards presentation, opening ceremony or family Christmas dinner back in their home town of Murriundah, they were regular teenage boys full of spit and come.
    When Rhys slid his hand over the back of the painfully beautiful woman dancing with her equally painfully beautiful male companion, Josh turned his attention back to his own hunt. Rhys would not crash out. Rhys never crashed out. When it came to scoring, Rhys was a master. No one said no to him.
    No one said no to Josh either. Not since his first single with Synergy had gone platinum. Not even before that, to be honest. He’d always scored both on and off the soccer field back in his pro days. Something told him, however, that Caitlin Reynolds was going to give saying no a damn good try.
    He let out a chuckle. If he didn’t want Rhys giving him a hard time about losing, he was going to need all his charm. He was born with charm. Inherited it from his father. Nick Blackthorne had seduced the world over thirty years ago with his charm and sex appeal and Josh was following in his old man’s footsteps.
    Running a slow inspection over the nightclub’s writhing patrons, he drew a deep breath. It was time to find Caitlin, strip away her defenses and rock her world.
    Because that’s what he did. Rock people’s world.
    He weaved his way through the crowd, his old soccer injury niggling in his knee enough to make him limp, the thumping bass of the music pumping through him, the epileptic-inducing strobe lighting making it tricky to identify anyone. Where would the owner of a nightclub be on a packed Thursday night? On the floor, interacting with her patrons? Or in an office out back, out of reach but still purveying all she ruled via CCTV?
    Josh narrowed his eyes, remembering the tightly wound bundle of sexiness he’d met on the footpath. Something told him Caitlin would be off the floor. Somewhere untouchable. She definitely gave off a touch-me-and-lose-your-balls attitude.
    A few more steps into the crowd, and the first butt-grab occurred.
    He dodged the amorous woman with a laugh. “Not tonight, hon,” he said, giving her and her friends—giggling at him with open lust in their eyes—a wink.
    “Are you really Josh Blackthorne?” one of them shouted over the pounding music, damn near quivering. “We saw you outside. I said you were. Izzy said you couldn’t be.”
    Josh slid his gaze to the blonde beside her, unable to miss the awed hunger in her stare. “You Izzy?” he shouted, maneuvering out of the way of more groping hands. It had been a while since he’d ventured out in public without his bodyguard in tow. He’d forgotten how quickly people ditched the concept of personal space and boundaries when a celebrity was concerned.
    The blonde nodded with such gusto and enthusiasm, Josh’s neck ached on her behalf. “Yes!” she squealed, jiggling about with excitement. If she weren’t careful, she’d fall out of the plunging neckline of her skin-tight top.
    Inching back a step, he flashed her a broad smile. “You were right. I’m not. Just look like him.”
    As one, the women all let out disappointed groans, loud enough he could hear them over the thumping hip-hop the DJ was playing. Speaking of DJs, Josh wondered when the guy was going to cue up something decent.
    He dropped another wink at the devastated women. “Have fun.”
    Returning to his search for Caitlin, he noted all the predatory inspections directed his way. He wouldn’t be able to use the I-just-look-like-Blackthorne ruse for much longer. Hopefully, he would find his prey and have her out the back in some quiet room before the Chaos Room’s patrons realized who he was. Maybe with his hips pinning her to the wall, his lips traveling over her neck as he held her wrists above her head with one hand and slowly inched the hemline of that