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Title: One Kiss with a Rock Star (Half-Life #2)
Authors: Amber Lin, Shari Slade
Date of Publication: November 6th 2014
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Half-Life bassist Krist Mellas is caught in a PR nightmare after his dirty sex video blew up online. His agent has the solution: a fake engagement with sultry pop princess Madeline Fox. Krist can’t think of anything worse than a charade with the bubblegum bombshell…except losing the band.
Madeline knows better than anyone what it means to live a lie in the spotlight. She’s determined to help Krist without ever letting him find out what it costs her—or about her girlhood crush on him. But after a smoking hot back alley encounter with him leaves her breathless, she can’t deny she wants the snarling bad-boy rocker.
In a world of glitter and diamonds where the kisses are fake but the climaxes are real, their facades start to crack. And the publicity storm may shatter them both.
WARNING: This book contains a scorching threesome, a dirty talking pop princess, and a surly rocker who hits all the right notes.
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Krist planted his palms on the cold metal behind her and leaned over, blocking her body with his in case they had an audience lurking in the shadows. It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. If someone got a picture, they wouldn’t be able to tell for sure who was under him. Unless they’d gotten one as they exited the building. In that case it didn’t matter.
None of it mattered; they were already linked together now. But that didn’t mean he had to play along. “You’re too much. You manipulate me into singing at your party, something that’s probably already buzzing on the gossip sites, and you want me to make it up to you?”
Her head fell back, exposing the long column of her neck, her breasts rising and falling as she laughed. A throaty laugh, almost mournful. “Yes.”
“You weren’t happy with the performance? You wanted an original composition?”
“‘Broken.’” Her eyes widened as soon as the words were out of her mouth, like she’d surprised herself with the admission.
That fucking song. That goddamn fucking song. The only song he sang lead. The last song he’d written on his own. The least popular song in their whole catalog. And she wanted him to sing it. Either she was trying to earn some fan cred or she really did want to make a fool of him. He couldn’t tell. “Never gonna happen.”
She licked her lips and nodded, sliding her hands over his stomach and chest, trailing heat up his body, until they rested on his shoulders. “Then one kiss. A real one.”
His laugh tore at his throat, rustier than the wall they leaned against. “Is that all you wanted? You didn’t need to orchestrate a video shoot and a fake engagement to get another kiss, princess. All you had to do was ask.”
“I’m asking now.”
She asked him with her whole body. With her hands kneading the tense muscles of his shoulders. With her thigh wedged between his legs, pressing against his crotch. With her breasts thrust toward him, dangerously close to spilling out of her top. With her mouth, wet and open, a breath away from his. Every inch of her working toward this goal. Working him.
Energy crackled between them, different from what they’d shared onstage or in the club. This felt raw and real, even if he was certain it was another page from her playbook. Maybe it was the harsh wall behind them or the smell of the dumpster wafting over from a few feet away. They weren’t celebrities on the job, watching and being watched. They were just two people, turned on from too much skin-to-skin contact in a club, looking to scratch an itch.
He could lie to himself when he needed to, when he had an itch.
He took a step back, and she gasped, disappointment spreading over her face like a haze. He replaced it with shock when he grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up. She wobbled, but her body was strong, a dancer’s body, used to being hoisted and tossed. She wrapped her legs around his waist, hooked her arms around his neck, and then they were all tongues and teeth. More clash than kiss. The naked heat of her scorched his belly. No panties.
He caught her bottom lip between his teeth and nipped. He wanted to nip more. To bite and suck and sink his body into something warm and wonderful. He spun them around and leaned his back against the wall. If only this could be anonymous, like they really were just two people who met in a club. “I’m not going to fuck you, princess.”
He hated how cruel he sounded. Lock’s voice rang in his ears. If I wanted to fuck you, I’d have done it already. God, that had hurt. She didn’t need to be hurt like that, not on her birthday.
“You keep saying that, maybe—”
He cut her off. Maybe he could make it up to her. “Maybe you should be quiet while I finish giving you your birthday kiss.”
Before she could tug her dress back into place, he was crouched low between her legs.
“Oh. Okay.” She splayed her fingers over the top of his head.
He anchored his hands on her ass and looked up the line of her body. Her dancer’s body. Used to being hoisted and lifted. “Hang on. We're going up.”
And then he pushed off, lifting her into the air again. A dirty piggyback ride with his face buried in her pussy.
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Book One in the Half-Life Series
Three Nights with a Rock Star (Half-Life #1)
When Hailey crashes a Half-Life after party, she expects to find the bastard who knocked up her little sister. Instead she meets the sexy front-man who agrees to give her access to his crew if she gives him access to her body.
All Lock demands in return is three days of complete control over the Sunday School teacher. With a contract, because he’s been burned before. One misstep could send the band—and his tenuous sobriety—up in flames.
Hailey and Lock push each other’s limits… Against the penthouse window. Backstage. In the limo and on the elevator. But as the contract counts down, neither are ready for the party to end.
What people are saying about Three Nights with a Rock Star
“This book will ROCK YOUR SOCKS RIGHT OFF!” – Red’s Hot Reads
“Three Nights with a Rock Star has the love story, the push you up against a door sex, and the holy hell I can’t believe they’re doing that ménage sex, but it also has the sweetness of family and the heartbreak of possible betrayals, broken friendships, and leaked sex tapes. I cannot wait to read Krist’s story, One Kiss with a Rock Star!” – Hines and Bingam’s Literary Tryst
“The chemistry between Lock and Hailey is blistering. Sparks flew the first time they saw each other. It was nice to see that both main characters had issues to work through to be able to maintain a relationship between them.” – Cocktails and Books
“Three Nights With A Rock Star was right up my ally, I loved every minute of it! From the sexy lead singer Lock, to the cute mousy Hailey. I’m more than looking forward to the next book One Kiss with a Rock Star.” – Books Unhinged
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Amber Lin writes erotic romance with damaged souls and deep emotion. Her debut novel, Giving It Up, received The Romance Review’s Top Pick, Night Owl Top Pick, and 5 Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies. RT Book Reviews gave it 4.5 stars, calling it “truly extraordinary.” She has been published by Loose Id, Carina Press, and Entangled. Amber married her high school sweetheart, birthed a kid who’s smarter than she is, and spends her nights writing down her dirty thoughts. In other words, life is good.
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Shari Slade is a snarky optimist. A would-be academic with big dreams and very little means. When she isn’t toiling away in the non-profit sector, she’s writing gritty stories about identity and people who make terrible choices in the name of love (or lust). Somehow, it all works out in the end. If she had a patronus it would be a platypus.
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