My Thoughts
Rocker Dex definitely knows how to make a horrible first impression. He was a total jerk to Harley without knowing exactly who she was. Harley is a blogger hired to make Dex and the rest of the guys in the band more accessible to their fans. They aren't really down with that, but Harley can change their minds. She also happens to be the daughter of their manager which complicates things a bit between Dex and Harley. Then of course there is that whole hot and cold play Dex keeps making with her. But holy hotness when Dex finally gives in to the hot...scorch city. I really enjoyed their story.
I give Dex 4 hearts!
About the Book
She succeeded in making him feel like a man. A normal functioning man when he hadn’t felt that way in years.
"Who're you f*cking?"
When my father, manager of the worldwide phenomenon Kinky
Shine, asked me to come and help the band members appear more approachable I
never thought my first meeting with Dex Bowers would start with such a
question.
Immediately, I wanted to strangle him, wipe the smirk off
his face and force him to mutter more than three words.
But there's something mysterious about him that was
electrifying and the more he pushed me away and angered me, the more I wanted
to know him and push through his hangups.
"Trust. That f*cking trust thing didn't come easily to
me."
In the five years since my band became famous, not once had
I been photographed with a woman. I knew it fed the supposed mystery
surrounding me, but the real truth was far more humiliating than I was
comfortable with.
That was until Harley Floyd walked in and I was left with a
mind numbing lust for her that scared me shitless. It should be easy to let go
and trust her just enough to have fun, to be happy I could finally come up with
new material for our next album. But nothing was easy and with a life made of
sex, drugs, and rock n' roll I wasn't sure if anything could last. Not even my
band.
"What twenty-five year old was f*cking lost when his
cock was rock hard when close to a gorgeous woman? One answer to that; a man
who hadn’t had sex in a really long time."
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Excerpt
“Harley…’’ There was a fucking warning in her name, but she didn’t budge, didn’t bat an eye. But she did stop breathing for a second and her green eyes darkened again. My whole body shivered at her reaction. I inhaled and I didn’t smell the traffic exhaustion or other smells associated with LA. No, what I smelt was her vanilla perfume.
I pressed harder in the wall, the concrete biting into my
back. I clenched my fists and kept my eyes locked with hers. I traced my lower
lip with my tongue and her eyes went down to my mouth. My heart tripled in beat
and a low growl escaped me. It couldn’t be heard with the bustling noise of the
city, but it shocked me. I couldn’t remember the last time I had such a
reaction.
When I thought she’d take a step toward me, she took one
backward and away from me. Her eyes widened and she blushed. “I guess this time
I should be the one leaving,’’ she said in a small voice, her words stumbling
into each other's .
“No.’’ What the fuck was I saying?
“What? I mean,’’ she shook her head. “I’m leaving.’’
I grabbed her shoulders and crowded her space before I
realized what I was doing. Her scent enveloped me, enticed me. The thin
material of her top was soft under my fingers, almost like nothing was
separating me from her body. If I took a half step toward her I would feel her
perfect breasts against my chest. I clenched my jaw and tried to calm my
labored breathing. After a few seconds without moving she tilted her head
upward to look at me and I was fucked. I thought I had been before that, but
now, now I was lost to the sensations she was awakening in me, sensations I
thought were gone.
Her lips, lush and parted called out to me. Her cheeks coloring
more and more into a deeper red had me ready to damn myself for this show of
innocence. Her eyes, bright and yet getting glassier showed nothing akin to
innocence and that made me ready to come in my fucking pants. She was a
contradiction and I would have never thought it’d be so tantalizing.
“What are you doing?’’ she whispered and her breath brushed
my neck. I closed my eyes, my lips parted on a low moan. Fuck. What was she
doing to me?
“Push me away. Now.’’
I kept my eyes closed to better feel the brush of her
breathing on my skin. My cock was pushing against my zipper and it was fucking
painful. I wanted to squeeze myself and jerk off to find a release, but I
couldn’t. We were on a street in broad daylight.
I waited and waited and nothing happened. She kept on
breathing irregularly and didn’t push me away.
So I did the only thing I could; I opened my eyes.
About the Author
Stephanie Witter is a dreamer. She started learning English
at three, and fell in love with the language. Always with a book or two close
by, she can't spend a day without reading (or writing).
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