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.
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Additional Books by Vi Keeland
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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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