Title: One Kiss with a Rock Star
(Half-Life #2)
Authors: Amber Lin, Shari Slade
Date of Publication: November 6th 2014
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.
Watch the wings.
He couldn't miss them. She was naked but for feathers and
glitter. Untouchable. Two grips ushered her along the catwalk and affixed her
harness to a rig in the rafters. Krist was only a few feet off the ground on
his platform, but he still felt unsteady. She was so high.
An assistant counted down, and the director shouted, “Action!”
The army of dancers below writhed to the thumping bass line
of the guide track, feet pounding the floor, but Krist only had eyes for
Madeline. She lifted her arms above her head like the ballerina in a little
girl’s jewelry box, stepped off the ledge, and twirled down, singing.
“I break my own wings.”
The power in her vocals, the edge behind the lyric, knocked
him more off balance. He'd expected her to lip sync. He'd expected her to
fucking suck.
“I am falling. I am falling. Lift me up.”
All the dancers below lifted their hands in unison and
swayed like the collective force of their will would boost her higher. Cheesy
pop bullshit, but something about it worked. He didn’t want to admit it, but
she had…something. She could fucking
sing.
Her descent slowed. If he stretched, he could just reach her
perfectly manicured toe. Almost time.
His whole body tensed as a camera swung in his direction. He
grimaced and gripped the railing when the platform beneath him, mounted on what
looked like a cherry-picker truck, shifted closer to Madeline. The cameraman
gave him a thumbs-up. He must look sufficiently demonic.
Now. He reached for her, grabbing her by the waist,
the only part of her body unadorned, and pulled her close. One breath and he
was overcome by her scent. Spicy cotton candy. Unexpected and strangely
perfect. A second breath and he prepared to do his damned job, to mash his lips
against hers and fling her back to her adoring throng. It was only skin. It
didn’t mean anything.
Her eyes flashed mischief. Hi, she mouthed and hooked
her legs around his hips.
He froze. The producer hadn’t mentioned grinding in the rundown
earlier. She shimmied against him, and his traitorous cock responded. Do
the job you came to do.
Before he could, she bent her head and stole the kiss he’d
been hired to deliver. He couldn't help but gasp, and then her tongue, warm and
electric, invaded his mouth. Chai.
Could an angel corrupt a devil?
“I am falling. I am falling.” The guide track looped
in the background, distorted by Auto-Tune, hardly recognizable as the sultry voice
he'd just heard.
It was too much. The wet heat, her teeth grazing his
bottom lip, and the way she rocked against his crotch. It hurt to touch her, just like the devil was supposed to
react. He pushed, but she only held on tighter, digging her heels into his ass,
twisting his hair in her fingers. Sparks of pleasure-pain skittered under his
skin. She’d chosen him.
He didn’t want to want her. Wanting was a one-way ticket to
disappointment.
She raked her fingers down his back, teasing the sliver of
skin between his shirt and belt, and pressed her mouth to his ear. He shivered.
“Work with me.” She nipped him.
He could work. And if his body responded? Well, it was only
biology. The hard-on straining against his zipper was as manufactured and
packaged as the Dream Angel in his arms.
He lost himself in the pull and sway, forgot the crowd of
people, the camera, the job. Forgot everything but the taste of her, the feel
of her tight muscles under his palms, the tickle of feathers floating
free.
He kissed her back, violent and hard, reclaiming what she'd
taken: his choice. Her body softened, melted around him. She moaned, giving in,
an unexpected surrender. He hadn’t missed the power she wielded over the whole
production, a queen bee to her hive. But here she was gasping and shuddering in
his arms, the rapid pulse against his chest like wings beating against glass.
He ran his tongue along hers, savoring the honey and spice.
A sound came from the sides, an urgent whisper. They wanted
him to stop. He even felt her lurch away, tugged by mechanical means, but he
held tighter. They’d have to tear her away. They’d have to hurt her to do it.
For one brief moment, he wasn’t letting go. Skin to skin, mouth to mouth. Heat
to heat, and they’d both flown too close to the sun.
The music stopped.
From ONE KISS WITH A
ROCK STAR by Amber Lin and Shari Slade
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
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.
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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