Genre: Erotic Romance
Until a run-in with a nonplussed, package-wielding PA throws everything off balance.
Ali Jones is having a craptastic life. Her grandmother died, leaving her homeless, penniless, and alone, and her boyfriend left her for a tramp who takes her clothes off for money. That’s why when she lands her dream job at a record company it seems like it’s too good to be true.
Because it is.
Slapped with an ultimatum, Ali must decide if facing the horror of the unemployment line is a fate worse than going on the road with four rowdy rockers hell-bent on making her life misery.
He’s adored by millions.
She’s not even loved by her cat. Can they ignore their hatred long enough to survive the tour from hell? Or will their chemistry force everything to come crashing down around them?
of her head bobbing as she takes him in her mouth is all I need to know what’s
going on. Levi meets my gaze across the limo. There’s gloating there—that much
is obvious—but there’s also understanding. When you spend as much time together
as we do, you come to know your bandmates pretty well. For all his talk, he’s
not as big of a douche as he claims to be. He may not ever sleep with the same
woman more than once—with the exception of Ali, I guess—but I know he’s not
immune to the loneliness our lifestyle creates. It’s strange how you can be
adored by millions and yet completely alone all at the same time.
throwing his head back against the seat.
gathers her hair to the side and shifts her body so that my view is completely
unobstructed. I watch as she works her hands up his shaft in time with her
mouth. He doesn’t attempt to fuck the back of her throat and make her choke on
it, the way we both had that first night we fucked her. Instead, his touch is
uncomfortably, adjusting my cock within my jeans. I don’t make a move towards
them, though I want to. I want to bury myself inside her and mark her as mine,
but at this point the lines are so fucking blurred it doesn’t matter whom she
belongs to. Him. Me. The both of us, or neither one.
crystal decanter filled with amber liquor, and I pour myself a drink, and then
I slide back into the leather to watch.
can’t tell if she’s disappointed I’m not joining in, or if she forgot I was
swigging back more of the scotch than I should.
“I’m watching,” I
say, eyeing her coolly over my glass. She scowls at me a moment and then she
kneels up, steadying herself with one hand on Levi’s thigh. She wriggles her
skirt up over her hips and bends over. Everything is on display as she takes
him in her mouth again. I close my eyes, not wanting to watch her on her knees
in front of him, her head bent low, her full fuck-me lips wrapped around Levi’s
cock. I feel as if I’m on a ride that’s spinning out of control and I can’t
find a way off. I can’t make it stop. And I so badly want it to stop.
A tattoo enthusiast, hardcore MAC addict and zombie fangirl, Carmen lives on the sunny north coast of New South Wales, Australia, where she spends her time indoors wrangling her two wildling children, a dog named Pikelet, and her very own man-child. A romantic at heart, Carmen strives to give her characters the HEA they deserve, but not before ruining their lives completely first … because what’s a happily ever after without a little torture?