★ 3 Nights With a Rockstar (Half-Life #1)★
Author: Amber Lin and Shari Slade
Release Date: June 2, 2014
Band website: Half Life Books
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.
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Excerpt
Lock managed not to jump the sexy little Sunday school
teacher the second her pen left the paper. Her hand had been shaking as she’d signed, and she wasn’t ready for sex. At least not the way
he did sex. So he showed her into the restroom and let her
freshen up. Meanwhile he conferred with the concierge to get her bag brought up
and her car moved to a VIP spot.
When she emerged from the bathroom, he knew she was
ready. He knew by the fresh lipstick on her full lips and the resolved set of
her chin. But most of all he knew because of the flicker of curiosity in her
eyes. Under the fear, she wanted to know what came next.
He
crooked his finger and beckoned her to him.
Her breathing was shallow, her cheeks flushed, and she
kept running her fingers through her hair, touching herself. That long blonde
hair cascaded around her face in a messy tumble. Bed head, and they hadn’t been anywhere near a bed. Wouldn’t be near one anytime soon if he had
his way. Which he would. This was his show.
She tugged the hem of her short skirt so it covered a
sliver more thigh, drew her shoulders back, and crossed the room, steady on her
bare feet. She should be plucking daisies, not padding across the plush carpet
of his penthouse suite. “Your wish is my command.”
No
more preamble. If she was really going to do this, he’d know now for sure. “I’m going to fuck you against that window over
there, and I’m not going to be
nice about it. Do you like to hurt, Hailey?”
Her name was a weapon on his lips. A sharp thing he
could use to lash her. Every time he said it, he watched her tense. This time
she wobbled, her answering nod barely perceptible, her coltish legs giving way
under the weight of his regard. And he liked it.
She wanted this thrill, and at the moment finding her
sister’s baby daddy didn’t have much to do with it. Her eyes held wariness
and guilt—but most of all, excitement. As if his proposition had
jolted her awake. More awake than she’d
ever been in her drowsy little East Podunk life, he’d lay money on it.
He’d woken up on stage like that, the
whiskey haze parting long enough for fear to creep in, adrenaline spiking into
his bloodstream as he fumbled for an instant and then…click. Everything
slipping into its proper place. The music. The band. The crowd. All of it more
alive, more real, brighter and sharper because he’d come so close to
disaster.
Do you like to hurt, Hailey? He’d asked her, and she could only
nod.
He’d hurt her so good she’d give voice to that desire before he was
through. She knew it. He knew it. The subtext breathed in the air around them,
a living thing, that damned contract come to life. She wants this. She
wants the lurid celeb fantasy. The shock, the pulse-pounding
vibrancy that only exists on the edge of a bad
decision.
He’d take her
there.
“Take
off your clothes,” he said, a little too harshly, his
urgency coming out as hard-edged gruffness.
It
didn’t scare her away. She wants
that too. She fingered the button of her cardigan, uncertain, and
then popped them all in a rush, exposing a silver tank that dipped low over her
cleavage. Fuck. Surprisingly lush curves on her willowy
frame, and smooth, pale skin.
He
shifted in his seat, imagining his cock between her breasts. Making them slick,
squeezing them together, and thrusting, thrusting, thrusting until he came all
over her neck. Jesus, he hadn’t even seen them
yet. She put a hand to her throat as if she could read his mind. As if every
dirty thought he’d ever had was
flashing on his face. And she knew. Why was she taking so fucking long to
undress?
About Amber Lin
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.
About Shari Slade
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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