Sexy + Irresistible=Trouble
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Rock Star Romance
Book Length (Est.): 177 Pages
My name is Hunter Jordan, lead singer of Hammered and no, I didn’t name my c*ck Manaconda.
Rolling Stone did.
On the front cover of their damn magazine.
I still haven’t lived it down. And now our record label wants to maximize the frenzy.
So, I have a brand new PR person–Kennedy McManus.
And she’s making me insane.
I don’t know whether to ignore her, yell at her, or push her up against the wall and kiss her smart mouth shut.
I ended up kissing her.
Come on, I mentioned how exasperating she was, right?
That’s when it blew up in both our faces.
Now, the tabloids think she’s my girlfriend. My record label would rather have me remain the single manwhore of the ages.
Kennedy thinks I’m the manwhore anyway. She wants me for a quick fling and nothing more.
I just want Kennedy.
Man, I’m so screwed.
BEYOND OBLIVION – A Rockstar Romance full of sexy fun set within the world of our Lost in Oblivion series! You never know who you’ll see show up in the books.
****Warning: book does end on a cliffhanger ****
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Sometimes you find that anomaly, that complete and utter attraction to someone even if you’re not sure you entirely like them. It gets under your skin and will drive you insane because the only you can do is act on it. That’s the attraction Kennedy and Hunter feel within minutes of meeting. It’s what get them in trouble within those same few minutes and lands her in media hell as his “girlfriend”.
Media is what Kennedy does, it’s her job to spin things for the best. What’s not part of her job is kissing her sexy clients…in front of a room full of fans. She knows she shouldn’t get involved with him, she certainly doesn’t want to become another rock star groupie conquest, but her wants get completely obliterated by her need for his touch.
“I can’t say I’ve ever enjoyed a button-fly more in my life.”
I laughed. “Buttoned for her pleasure? That’s new.”
Jordan wanted the publicity for the band and he thought Rolling Stone was going to be that, but it turned out to be publicity for his cock. They labeled it Manaconda and sent all his fans on a rampage for more. Any rock star should love the attention, but not him…not anymore. When he meets the sexy redhead with the fiery temper he can’t help but be attracted to her, but the more she rants the more he desires her.
“If you want it to just be a game for the cameras, I’ll abide by that. But if you want more. If you want to see where this will go tonight. To see if this thing between us is more than just a quick storm with some laughs and an orgasm or seven…”
Manaconda is fun, sexy, and HOT! Kisses in secret passageways, orgasms in equipment trucks, what can be more captivating than two people who can’t seem to resist each other.
Downside, it does end on a cliffhanger (not that you weren’t warned), but the last chapter seems kind of rushed compared to the rest of the book. Like they were just trying to wrap it up quickly. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still good, and it’ll definitely leave you wanting the next book, but it didn’t seem in sync with the rest of the book.
My Favorite Moment: The first concert. Nothing like getting distracted backstage during the concert.
“Show.” I dragged in a deep breath. “Song. Singing.” Fuck, I didn’t even know the right words. Words were what I knew. Spin and image. I groaned when he pressed me even tighter into the wall. Breath whooshed out of my lungs.
“After. I want you after. In my room.” His voice lowered until it was only a grumbling bass of sound. “All of this off. All of you – mine.”
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“Maybe we should go back.”
I shook my head. “Maybe we can sneak around. Seems like there wouldn’t be any fans back here.”
“Famous last words,” she muttered.
I strode out, gravel crunching under my boots.
“You know, I’m not a huge fan of this dragging me around like a child.”
I turned back to her, dragging her into my body. “Nothing child-like about you, Kenny.” I bent down to her, our noses touching. “I just want a little alone time with you.”
A loud engine started up.
“There’s an elevator back there.” She pointed with her thumb. “I bet we could do a lot of things in your room, my room—whatever.” She rose on her toes until our lips were a breath apart. “You can give that whole seven thing a go.” She dragged her nail over my bottom lip. “I don’t believe you’ll make it to seven, but I’m willing to let you try.”
“Oh, my God, that’s Hunter!”
The hiss of hydraulics and stomp of many feet did not bode well.
I closed my eyes. “Shit.”
“Please don’t be what I think it is.”
A trio of people in black shirts with our new album on the front were standing in front of a huge bus. “Can you run in those things?”
She looked affronted. “I can do anything in heels.”
“I hope so.”
A woman in her twenties pointed our way. “Is that him?” she shrieked.
“This is where the fan club bus is parked.”
“They should be at dinner. Why aren’t they at dinner?” Kenny asked with rising panic.
“Guess it’s over.” I sprinted to the door we’d just come out of. “Son of a bitch.” I twisted the handle but nothing. “It must have locked after us.”
She slapped the keypad. “Ya think?”
“Not helping.” I darted a look past the bus, along with the line of at least seventy people lined up to board. Definitely couldn’t go that way.
“They’ll eat you alive.”
Three women broke off from the crowd and headed our way. As soon as they did, twenty more followed. I dragged Kenny with me to the front of the bus and around the side. The bus driver looked down at us and shook his head.
No help there.
The people that had boarded the bus were pointing at us as we ran to the other end. I shot by another line of cars and zig-zagged around another bus and saw a familiar logo. “Thank God.”
“Where did he go?” Came shouts that were way too close.
“Where are we going?” she hissed.
I dragged her behind me as I ducked behind a black truck we used for our equipment. It has been a stripped down stage, but we still had a lot of instruments between Keys’s pianos, the entire percussion set up that Wyatt used, all the guitars, amps, and digital network we used—we needed a truck no matter what.
“New plan.” I unlatched the back of the rig and lifted the rolling door. “Get in.”
“Are you freaking kidding me?”
I stared down at her. “Does it look like I’m kidding?”
She groaned. “I can’t get up there.”
I lifted her until her knee was on the base of the truck ledge. She scrambled in as the scraping of heels and running feet got closer.
“Move it, Kenny.”
Her skirt rode up as she dragged herself inside. I threw her a soft whistle. She turned back to me with murder in her eyes. I squashed down a laugh, rolling in after her, tugging the door down behind me with a bang.
“I hate you.”
I just smiled into the dark.
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