Showing posts with label Rock Star Romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rock Star Romance. Show all posts

Rock star romance with new release Rock my Body from Lee Piper and @evernightpub #eroticromance



Thundering drum beats? Check. Swoon-worthy vocals? Check. Panty-obliterating lead guitarist? Check. Looks like you’re all set for Rock My Body, Book Two in the Mondez series by Lee Piper!


Blurb:
Riley Sears promises herself never to fall in love unless it's going to end in an engagement ring and a white picket fence—her medically diagnosed anxiety skyrockets otherwise. 

Enter Dominic Mondez, the hottest guy ever to grace pecs and abs. He propositions Riley with a cocky yet tempting offer of the best sex of her life—his words. However, after learning he’s a manwhore who never sleeps with the same woman twice, Riley's decision becomes remarkably simple.

No. Way. In. Hell.  

He is a commitment phobe; she needs commitment. End of story.

Sadly, traversing the murky waters of friends without benefits isn't simple, especially when he's lead guitarist of local rock band, Mondez. Riley is also cautious of his tempestuous nature, womanising ways and—even worse—inexplicable jealousy. He is bad for her in every possible way.

Bad, bad, bad.

If only her body would listen.



Excerpt:
He was watching me, I could feel it. My body sensed him long before my head did and started tingling. Everywhere.
Oh, holy mother.
Just the thought of him made my heart pound. Traitorous thing. It merrily rammed against my ribcage as soon as I pictured his tall, muscular body and dishevelled, russet hair. My fingers itched to reach out and delve through the soft strands—they remembered what it felt like to tug down on them as he groaned into my open mouth—but I shifted in my seat and sat on them instead. I wasn’t going down that road again, hell no. I was done. D.O.N.E.
A low chuckle cut through the muted sounds of heavy rock music emanating from inside, its gravely sound resonating with my downstairs department, causing a deep blush to stain my cheeks.
Clearly, I wasn’t fooling anyone.
What in the name of sweet baby Jesus is he even doing here?
I tried so hard to focus on what Sebastian was saying. Thankfully, he held up his end of the conversation despite my unexpected inability to formulate any words. We’d been sitting together for a while without a single awkward pause so I nodded, smiled, and even laughed when required. To be fair, it was a pretty decent pick-up attempt. Well, until he showed up.
Blue eyes burned my skin.
You don’t own me, you don’t own me, you don’t—
I swallowed, steeled myself and then glanced across the beer garden.
Own me.
Dominic was leaning against the wall, his black, button-down shirt almost bursting at the seams. I blamed those insanely strong pecs and biceps. Honestly, they were huge. And the way his dark blue jeans hung enticingly low off narrow hips… Well. It should be illegal. He was going to give someone—aka me—a cardiac arrest if he wasn’t careful.
I shook my head. With a bottle of beer in one hand and a buxom blonde in the other— this one looked nastier than most—the guy was the physical embodiment of everything I despised. Truly.
If only my body would listen.
Raising the drink to full, kissable lips, he tipped his head back, piercing gaze still locked on me. He then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a flicker of emotions I couldn’t identify crossing his face when he noticed my breath catch.
The girl must have registered his distraction too because she started rubbing herself up against him like an overly aroused limpet. Gross. He broke contact with me and looked down at her, a dark smile tugging his lips. After murmuring something in her ear and slapping her on the behind, she giggled. I looked away, that familiar painful knot forming in my stomach once more.
Damn you, Dominic Mondez. Damn you to hell.


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Author Bio
Lee Piper is a lover of books. She often juggles reading seven novels at a time for the sheer joy of it. At the grand old age of five, Lee Piper decided to become an author, however found a limited market for her unicorn stories. So, high school English teacher it was.
At thirty-two, and grieving the loss of her second miscarriage, Lee Piper turned to novels—Kylie Scott, to be precise—to escape the pain. This then inspired her to write Rock My World, the first in a four-part contemporary romance series, and her debut novel became an Evernight Publishing bestseller within the first two weeks of publication.

Lee Piper lives in Adelaide, South Australia with her drummer husband, cheeky daughters, and one very crazy dog.


He's gorgeous, kind, sexy, but he needs some lovin' #ScintillatingSunday from Siren bestseller, Cafe in the Park

Eight scintillating paragraphs from shifter, rock star, erotic romance
Cafe in the Blood

He groaned. She wanted him. He sensed it. He scented her desire. The air vibrated, saturated with sexual longing. “I’m hungry for you. I want you badly. I can’t think straight for wanting you naked in my arms. I know we’ve just met. I’m sorry.”
She shook her head. “I want you, too.” She moved to take his hands. She led him down her hall to a room.
As they went through the door, Chris realized it was her bedroom. He saw the balcony window he’d stared through before.
She turned and offered her dress zipper to him. The movement of her hair released a clean yet heady perfume.
He fumbled for a second. The nape of her neck enticed him. He kissed her shoulder as he pulled down the zip. When his fingers encountered her panties he moved back to watch as she shook the dress from her shoulders, and down her arms. It slipped to the floor, past her hips. She stood before him, and his breath left him. Her bra was barely there, her panties like a tiny band of lace. He gathered her into his arms slowly, fighting down the urge to pull her to the floor and fuck her hard.
He merged his lips with hers in a kiss that closed his eyes with lust. His body heavy with desire, his cock painfully hard, strained at his clothes. The pressure of her fingers as she unfastened his pants sent a buzz of excitement over his skin. Tonight he’d worn a suit. The pants came undone easily, and her fingertips trailed over the head of his cock. A groan formed in his throat. He shuddered as she grasped his cock.
“You’ll make me come. I’m out of practice. That feels great.” His voice sounded strange. He shook as sweat beaded on his forehead.

Emily let him go carefully. “You’re hot.” She laughed. “I mean you’re warm. Let’s get these clothes off you.”
© Elodie Parkes Siren Publishing
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For #MWTease today I'm featuring one of my favorite #shifters, the gorgeous Chris Donato #paranormalromance

When Emily joins a dating agency, she never expects to meet someone like Chris. Everything she ever hoped for in a man, he’s special in more ways than one. Their intense attraction to each other is fueled by their shared loneliness. Will Emily find out his shocking secret when someone from his past comes back to haunt him?

How can love blossom, when someone is trying to tear them apart?
Cafe in the Park
Read the tease
As eight-thirty ticked by, she showered and got ready. Her hands shook as she put on her makeup. The idea of seeing Chris put an excited flutter in her stomach. At nine-thirty, she left the apartment to drive to the Sahara Bar.
Parking was at a premium, and it took some time to find a spot. She had to walk back down the street for a good way to the bar. Her stilettos clattered on the sidewalk as she sped up her pace. She wanted to be in the audience when Chris came on stage.
Surprised there was no queue, she stepped up to the door and offered payment.
The guy in the booth taking the entrance fee looked her up and down.
“Name?”
Emily was stunned for a few seconds. Then she shrugged and answered. “Emily McKenzie, why?”
He grinned. “Right answer. In you go, no charge. Chris said you’d get here about ten.”
Emily raised her eyebrows. “Have you asked every woman that’s rocked up in the last ten minutes their name?”
The guy shook his head. “You fit the description. The band will be on any second.”
Emily went through the black double swing-doors into the bar.
The darkness enveloped her. There was no smoke, but the air was pungent with different perfumes and tangy with alcohol as people passed close to her.
Her eyes adjusted, and she made her way through the crowded dance floor to the front rows of people, just as the band came on stage.
She saw Chris instantly. He looked great, dressed in a black T-shirt and jeans. His hair ruffled back, and his Wayfarers on, he strode on stage carrying his guitar. Lights played on the band as the lead singer and Chris stepped up to a microphone.
“Good evening.”
The crowd murmured. A collective wave of bodies swayed forward.
Emily felt as if she’d never heard his voice, never seen him before. He was different, cool, composed, charming the crowd with just those words.
Everyone waited, the atmosphere charged with anticipation, and then the music started.
Emily watched in awe. They were excellent. Both the lead singer and Chris complemented each other perfectly. She didn’t recognize the song, and then they covered a hit she recognized. She loved the way Chris moved. His hips, his long legs, and the angle of his jaw captured her gaze. He was so gorgeous she could hardly believe he’d been in her arms in her bed that morning.
As the band finished a third song, he stared right at her. He must see me. She smiled, not really believing he could see her in the darkness. He smiled back at her. Her heart lifted. A swell of happiness brought more smiles to her face. He can see me. She raised her hand slightly in a little wave.
Copyright Elodie Parkes, Siren Publishing 2014

Guest author Charity Parkerson has a #giveaway as she tours with #darkerotica release Sated, #soundtrack


(Erotica, Dark Romance, F/M and M/M scenes, Rock Star Romance, Ménage, Sexy Detective, Alpha Male, Supernatural themes)

“Losing her mind wasn’t an experience she enjoyed.”
After a steamy night of passion with a dark stranger, Arbor’s life takes on a surreal edge. Disturbing dreams, lapses in memory, and entire buildings going missing are only a few of her problems. Her search for answers leads her to Detective Trey Murphy, the man in charge of investigating satanic and ritualistic crime for the New Orleans’ area.
Where do you turn when your mind is the enemy?
Meeting Trey only adds to Arbor’s confusion. By day, he keeps her captivated and gains her trust in a way no one else ever has. At night, Arbor’s every fantasy is brought to life by two sexy men who steal away her inhibitions. Torn between what her heart knows is real and what her eyes show her, Arbor must find the truth before she loses herself completely.
But then again, sometimes reality is more twisted than any dream and love is the cruelest form of insanity.
**Author Note**

Warning: This isn’t your typical love story. It’s dark with scenes some may find disturbing. Sometimes love is senseless, and the heart is so very stupid.

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Read an EXCERPT
“I thought you were with the band,” he said as he lifted his coffee to his lips. It was the only way he could think to open the topic for discussion. Not that he cared, of course. She’d called him. It was a start. If there was a line he wouldn’t cross when it came to getting what he wanted—namely, her—he hadn’t yet seen it. Deep longing for something out his reach was a familiar weight. Her eyes never left the dessert menu. He knew she wasn’t really seeing it because her gaze remained fixed to one spot.
“With the band,” she repeated, sounding wry and making him wonder if he’d insulted her. “That would require knowing where they are,” she added so quietly Trey assumed it was meant more for her than him. With a shake of her head, Arbor met his stare. For a split second, Trey was rendered mute. Everything around them disappeared. It punched him in the chest. She possessed something other people did not.
“What about you?” Her question didn’t make as much sense as it might have if she wasn’t affecting his brain function.
“I’m not with the band,” he said automatically, pulling a ghost of a smile from her.
“You’re a cop,” she said, helping him along.
“Detective actually.” He wasn’t trying to be a dick. It was more that he’d worked hard to get where he was. She set her elbows on the table. A playful light entered her eyes.
“What do you detect?”
“Satanic and ritualistic homicides.” Huh. She didn’t even flinch.
“I wasn’t aware there was such a high number of those types of murders that it required a special title. Are you the only one or is there an entire division?”
Against his will, Trey’s lips twisted. “Unfortunately, there is a need for such a title. There’re three of us. I’m not sure it counts as an entire division. Louisiana is a hotbed of all things satanic and ritualistic. You’re likely to run across anything here.”
Her gaze moved over his face, but her expression remained blank. “You do look tired.” Before he had time to react, she added, “I’ll have to take your word on the matter. I only moved here two weeks ago.”
He opened his mouth to ask more. Instead, something entirely different popped out. “You’re beautiful.” She blinked. Her surprise evident. There was no way she was as shocked as he was. He hadn’t meant to say it. It was true, of course, but it had still slipped past his lips without his permission.
“Thank you.” Arbor’s response sounded more questioning than automatic. He snorted. She blushed. The sight fascinated him. Their knees brushed making Trey realize somehow, he’d moved his chair closer to hers.


CHARACTER BIOS
Arbor Sinclair was born in Colorado where she lived until her early twenties. From there she moved to New Orleans to follow the two greatest loves of her life.
Killian Moore and Lyric Wynters are the front men for the popular grundge-rock band Excile. They spent several years tourning the country before meeting Arbor.
Trey Murphy lived with his grandparents for most of his life until he went off to college to earn his degree in forensic science. It’s always been his dream to make detective.

Charity Parkerson is an award winning and multi-published author with Ellora's Cave Publishing. Born with no filter from her brain to her mouth, she decided to take this odd quirk and insert it in her characters.*2013 Readers' Favorite Award Winner *2013 Reviewers' Choice Award Winner *2014 Readers’ Favorite Award Finalist *2014 Ankh Award Nominee  *ARRA Finalist for Favorite Paranormal Romance *Five-time winner of The Mistress of the Darkpath

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