Meet Flynn and Lucky
in this rock star romance!
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Blurb
Dimpled
smile of a boy
Hard body
of a man
Sings
like an angel
Fucks
like the devil
I was
stuck between a rock(star) and a hard place.
At
fifteen, his poster hung on my bedroom wall.
At twenty-five his body hovered over mine. Every girl’s fantasy became my reality. I was
dating a rockstar. Yet I was slowly
falling for another man. The problem
was—the two men—they shared a tour bus.
Flynn
Beckham was the opening act.
Dylan
Ryder was the headliner.
What
happens when the opening act begins to shine so bright, it seems to dim
everything else in its wake?
I’ll tell
you what happens. Things get ugly.
Excerpt
Despite
the fact that Lucky had just casually mentioned that the lobby lounge serves
coffee beginning at six a.m., I’m pretty sure of myself that she’ll be down
there. But when I step off the elevator,
the lobby is quiet. Empty. The coffee urns are just being set up in the
lounge. I pour two mugs, make them just
as we like it, and settle on one of the couches on the far side of the room
where it’s private, yet I can still keep an eye on the door.
I
grab a newspaper and begin to flip through to kill time. Then my eyes catch a pair of pink-painted
toes in flip-flops. I don’t know why,
but it’s in this moment that I realize, I’m fucked.
The
sight of her toes makes me smile.
I’m
falling for another guy’s girl.
Something I promised myself I’d never do.
But
then I reason with myself. I haven’t
done anything wrong. Thinking a woman is
beautiful and spending time with her doesn’t have to turn into anything, right? They’re just toes after all. But look how cute they are. I’ve never been a foot guy, yet I wouldn’t
mind sucking… Stop. Just stop.
We’re just friends.
Because
I’ve been friends with so many hot women in the past and not fucked them? Yep.
I’m screwed. I need to get the
hell out of here.
“Good
morning,” she whispers and smiles down at me.
My eyes lazily travel up from her toes.
I’m
totally not going anywhere.
I
hold up her mug of coffee. And then I
realize she still has the thin shirt she wears to sleep on and I’m eye-level
with the sexiest taut nipples I’ve ever seen.
Screw
sucking her toes… “Certainly is.” I
grin.
Excerpt
#2
Ten minutes later I’m still alone behind the bar and Avery
is nowhere to be found. I’m sure she’s
in the back alley smoking, even though she swears every day that she’s
quit. I check the IDs of three very young-looking
pretty girls—they’re over twenty-one, but barely. I can’t miss their conversation.
“Seriously, he has to be gay.”
“Why, because he hasn’t noticed you yet?”
“No, because he’s too perfect to be straight.”
“Could we buy someone a drink?” one of the young blondes
asks me.
“Of course. What do
you want me to send over?”
They giggle for a few minutes, then decide on a Screaming
Orgasm for their intended target. I mix
the vodka, Bailey’s and Kahlua and pour it over a tumbler of ice.
“Okay. Who’s the
lucky recipient?”
All three of them point to the other end of the bar and say
in unison, “Him.”
Lord. That is one
beautiful man.
The three blondes were clearly not the only ones to
notice. The brunette next to him with
her full boobage on display is giving him her rapt attention when I walk
over. Yet I feel his eyes on me as I
walk down the long bar. I’m used to
being hit on. Men seem to find an
attractive woman whose sole purpose is to deliver them alcohol an alluring
combination. They tend to become even
bolder after tossing back a few drinks.
Halfway down the bar, I stop to refill a beer for a
patron. I don’t need to look up as I
pour to know Beautiful Man is still watching me. The hair on the back of my neck is all the
confirmation I need. He never takes his
gaze off me, even when I turn, catch his eyes, and silently call him on his
staring.
“I’m here to deliver you a Screaming Orgasm.” Damn, he’s even hotter up close. Sandy-brown, shoulder-length hair tousled
just the right amount to make him look like he’s just gotten laid. Long, lean torso, tattoos on his forearms
peeking out from his long-sleeve fitted shirt.
Nice. Then he smiles. Dimples.
Yep. He definitely just got laid.
“Thank you. But I
have a ladies-first policy.” He winks.
I stare at him for a moment, then drop my eyes down to the
drink, leading him to follow.
“Oh. You meant the
drink.” He smirks—it’s sexy as hell, and he knows it.
I roll my eyes, but there’s a reluctant smile hidden just
beneath the surface. “It’s from the
three barely legal ladies down at the end.”
I nod in their direction and all three smile broadly and wave.
“Well, that’s disappointing.”
I arch an eyebrow.
“Those three women buying you a drink with a name that tells you what
their plans are for you later is a disappointment?”
“I thought you were buying me the drink.”
Cheesy, I know, but there’s a flutter in my stomach
nonetheless. “Sorry. But you get the
Doublemint triplets as a consolation prize.”
I shrug, trying to come off nonchalant, and turn to walk away. This close to him, the guy is making me
fidget. It’s a big bar, but the way he
looks at me makes me feel like we’re in a confined space.
“Wait,” he calls after me, and I turn back. “What’s your name?”
I smile and point at the sign over the bar. Lucky’s.
Additional Books by Vi
Keeland
Throb
Worth the Fight (MMA Fighter Series, Book
One)
Worth The Chance (MMA Fighter Series,
Book Two)
Worth Forgiving (MMA Fighter Series, Book
Three)
Belong to You (A Cole Novel, Book One)
Made For You (A Cole Novel, Book Two)
First Thing I See (Stand Alone)
About the Author:
Vi
Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free
time, which she complains about often, but wouldn't change for the world. She
is a bookworm and has been known to read her kindle at stop lights, while
styling her hair, cleaning, walking, during sporting events, and frequently
while pretending to work. She is a boring attorney by day, and an exciting smut author by night!
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