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Stay up all night with the sexy rockers in Stage Dive, the epic rock star romance series from New York Times bestselling author Kylie Scott, author of Lick and Play.
As the lead singer of Stage Dive, Jimmy is used to getting whatever he wants, whenever he wants it, whether it's booze, drugs, or women. However, when a PR disaster serves as a wake-up call about his life and lands him in rehab, he finds himself with Lena, a new assistant to keep him out of trouble.
Lena's not willing to take any crap from the sexy rocker and is determined to keep their relationship completely professional, despite their sizzling chemistry. But when Jimmy pushes her too far and Lena leaves, he realizes that he may just have lost the best thing that ever happened to him.
Lena is employed by Stage Dive to be a
personal assistant to Jimmy as he works through his addiction issues.She basically keeps him on the straight and
narrow and puts up with a lot of shit that gets throw her way.
Lena is determined to keep it strictly
professional but there is no denying how gorgeous Jimmy is and her daily fight
not to show how much she is attracted to him. They bicker like an old married
couple and everyone else around can see the growing bond between.
“Because your dark parts don’t scare me, Jimmy.They never did.” - Lena
Lena decides she needs to leave her
job.She can’t work for someone she
desperately wants to kiss. Jimmy is determined to get her to stay, he likes
having her around and so does the rest of the band.He sets out to make her see why she should
stay.He thinks he can help her get over
her infatuation with him.
“Fuck he was beautiful, inside and out, and he would
never be mine” - Lena
I think I’m not the only one who can see this
idea has ‘backfire’ written all over it right?
I just loved the slow build up of this
story as Jimmy came to some realisations and had to figure things on his
own.He is feeling all sort of emotions
he’s never felt before and the way he deals with them are uniquely Jimmy.
“She said no one would ever love love me” –
Jimmy.“She was wrong” - Lena
I loved being back with Stage Dive and this
story is so well interwoven into what we have already read in this awesome
series.I have to say that every time
Mal appears in this book I was laughing so much, he cracks me up!
Another fab story from Kylie and I am very
excited about what’s coming next.
I five this 4.5 stars J
Series reading order
Lick (Stage Dive #1)
Play (Stage Dive #2)
Lead (Stage Dive #3)
Dive (Stage Dive #4) to be released Jan
“Lena, you seen my old black Led Zep shirt?”
“You sure?” His brows became one dark cranky line. The scratches on his face were healing well, thank goodness. Though it didn’t reduce my desire to throttle his mother on a daily basis.
“Yes. I haven’t seen it.”
Can’t find it anywhere…”
“And this is a surprise, how?” I slipped my hands into my back jean’s pockets. “Jimmy, you own more clothing than Cher, Brittney, and Elvis, put together. Things are bound to go missing.”
“Sure you haven’t seen it?”
“For goodness sake, what do you think, Jimmy? That I stole it to sleep in or something?” I laughed bitterly. Sure as hell, the truth deserved a good mocking. I’d sunk so despicably low.
I hadn’t even meant to steal the stupid thing, but the shirt had been mixed up with my laundry a few days ago. It’d been the first top I laid my hand on after stepping out of the shower, ready to go to bed. Without thought, I’d put it on and it’d been so soft, the scent of him lingering beneath the laundry detergent. Every night since, I’d found myself in it come bedtime. My shame knew no limits. And no, I still hadn’t quit. The words still hadn’t come even close to leaving my mouth.
He frowned. “No.”
“That I have some deep secret longing to feel close to you resulting in my stealing your shirt like some creepy perv?”
“Course I don’t fucking think that,” he replied crankily, reaching up to grip the top of the doorframe. All of his bulging muscles stretched the arms of his white T-shirt in the nicest way. It was all I could do not to start drooling, my heart beat taking up residence somewhere down between my thighs. And who could blame it? Not me. Maybe if I got laid, this would go away and things would return to normal. It’d seemed safer to avoid rubbing up against any men just in case I got carried away and started dating again. This new situation, however, changed everything.
“Well, of course not! That would be crazy.” And wasn’t that the god’s honest truth? Cray-zeee. Lock me up and throw away the key because it wasn’t like I didn’t know better.
“Just can’t figure out where the hell it could be.”
Angels couldn’t have smiled as innocently. They might have tried, but they would have failed, the dirty-mouthed, winged, little liars. “Jimmy, I don’t know where it is. But I’ll look around for it later, okay?”
“Yeah,” he said, and then added as an afterthought, “and stop looking at me weird.”
Kylie is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and one delightful husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.
Book 4 of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling Real series.
HE SAYS HE’S NO GOOD FOR HER.
SHE HATES THAT HE MIGHT BE RIGHT.
Brook Dumas found Remington Tate in REAL, and now it’s her best friend Melanie’s turn to find the man who makes her heart sing. After years of searching, one night in the rain, the strong and mysterious Greyson King comes to her rescue. He’s bold, and maybe just the lover, friend, and protector she’s been searching for. When they make love, he says her name like it means something. Like she means something—and that’s everything she’s ever wanted.
He disappears for days without a word, and when he’s around, he says he’ll only hurt her. Buy when he’s away, her heart hurts more.
Then Melanie uncovers the dark world he’d been determined to keep hidden, and suspects that their random first meeting might have not been so random after all.
Caught in a free fall of emotions, Melanie has no one to catch her but the man she should be running from. . .
But what do you do when your Prince Charming has gone Rogue?
*ARC provided via NetGalley for an honest review*
I was EXTREMELY nervous to read Rogue. I mean, who could possibly live up to the standard we have come to expect after having met Remy? I didn't think it was possible for Katy to give us another character we could love as much as THE Remington Tate. Needless to say, Greyson had some pretty big shoes to fill. No need to worry though. Greyson is in a category of bad boy all his own and there is room in my heart for both him and Remy!
Melanie is a character we met as the best friend of Brooke in the previous books of this series. She played a great supporting role in them, but Rogue is her story. It is her chance at finding her happiness. And the one thing she wants more than anything? A love like her friend has with Remy. She wants someone to look at her like she is his whole world. She believes she may have finally found it when she meets Greyson and they share one amazing night together.
But Greyson is not just some random guy she had a one night stand with. Their meeting was no chance encounter. But when one thing turns into another, lines become blurred and Grey is in danger of losing sight of his goal. I was really pissed at him for a while but as the story progresses, I could tell there was so much more to him than I initially thought. The more I got to know of Grey, the more he grew on me. By the end of the book, I was head over heels for this man!
Despite all that may be happening around them, one thing that is obvious, the chemistry between them! It is undeniably explosive and will leave you feeling overheated more than one time throughout the book. And while they might be convincing themselves it's purely physical, I'm not falling for it. Grey is just as possessive as Remy when it comes to what he believes is his, and he definitely as laid claim to Mel. It was a hot journey to experience with these two!
“You are so fucking mine you don’t even know how mine you are,”
The thing I loved most about this book is the completely different vibe it has from what we have experienced from Ms. Evans so far. It truly amazes me that it was only April of 2013 that she released her first book! Truly a talented author. I can't wait for the final book of the series, Ripped.
“Bastard,” I mumble. “You ruined my whole week, you fucking bastard. I bet you’re fucking some triple-D blonde right now and her triplets all at the same time, aren’t you? You’re not even a two-timer, you’re like a three-timer, liar, feeding me an I’ll-take-you-to-the-movies fucking line. I swear I was fine until you came back like you “got” me, like you “got” me even if I looked like a hungover mess. God, I can’t believe myself!”
I kick the tub as if it’s the tub’s fault, then yell, “OUCH!”
Scowling, I walk into the bedroom, grab my sleep clothes, pad outside to my living room/kitchen combo to grab some ice cream, slide on my Princess Bride DVD and turn on the TV. A couple of pounds of fat, here we go. I plop down and a vibration buzzes across the couch. I scowl and feel around for my phone. I find it way in between the two couch cushions, pull it out, and set it aside for a scoop of ice cream. I almost choke on it when I see a text I hadn’t noticed before.
Be home tonight.
What? My stomach vaults. I read who the text is from and suddenly I want to throw my phone into a WALL. Greyson. I scowl at it and throw it down to the couch and start pacing. I’m not going to answer him. Why would I? He seemed in no hurry to talk to me before, and now he orders me? Like an all mighty king? No thanks. I’ll pass on our second date, thank you.
But I check and notice the text was sent hours ago. I tell myself I am not going to respond, I will wait a gazillion days like he did. I set the phone aside and put a big spoonful of ice cream in my mouth, letting it melt on my tongue, but my stomach is squirming and now I can’t watch the TV, I can only stare at my phone and suck on the spoon. Then I bury the spoon in the tub and grab my phone, squeeze my eyes shut and type.
I’m home but that doesn’t mean I’m staying home. Just depends . . .
On? comes the reply, and quickly.
Whoa, was he waiting, with phone in hand, to answer? It seems like he was. I wait one full minute. Trembling. Type: On who’s visiting.
I don’t mean that as an invite. I mean it as in: I’d hightail it out of here if he set foot in my building. But his answer is lightning fast and my heart starts pounding as it keeps staring back at me.
Crap! I have to leave. I have to leave; I can’t see him! I can’t be this easy! A line must be drawn. He’s already shown what our night together meant to him, and I won’t let myself be devalued by him or any other moron again.
I should leave before he arrives, or when he does, yell through the door, without opening it even an inch, and tell him that I’m NOT INTERESTED! You stood me up, you didn’t get in touch soon enough, I am not your booty call, have a good life!
Yeah. That sounds right.
Determined, I head over to close the living room blinds. When I glance out the window and reach for the string I see a dark sports car pull over and a man in black step out of the driver’s seat. He looks up toward my window and all my systems stop when our eyes lock, hold, recognize. My insides go into chaos mode. A strange excitement makes my knees knock.
Fuck me, it’s really him.
What is he doing here? What does he want?
He heads into the building and I turn to face my closed door, panicking because I haven’t changed, I didn’t change. I’m in my pj’s, if hardly that.
Noticing the pint of ice cream still grasped in my hand, I run to shove it back into the freezer, spoon and all. I start pacing around in circles, trying to come up with a new plan, but unable to think for shit. I consider telling my building guard not to let him in, but I hear the ring of the elevator and realize the guard must have recognized the motherfucker from when he brought me home last week.
Deciding not to delay the inevitable, I swing the door open as he steps out of the elevator. He looks straight at me and his gaze drills into me, making a hole straight in my thoughts. One of my neighbors and her husband pass along the hall toward their door.
“Well, hello there, Melanie. A little chilly out.” She gestures to the white silk shorts and near-transparent camisole I’m wearing in complete disapproval and continues on.
Greyson follows behind her and fills up the space one foot away from my threshold with muscle and beauty and testosterone and, I swear, god, I swear, he’s as lethal as a nuclear bomb. My knees, oh, my knees. My heart. My eyes. My body feels both light as a feather and heavy as a tank. How can this be? He’s so stunning I can’t even move. Or blink, or hardly stand; I’m leaning on the door frame.
I’m fully sober. Something I might regret. He’s no longer blurred by the rain, by vodka, or by my stupid illusions of prince charming.
The man standing at my door is very real, very big, very tan, and his smile is very, very charming. There is no word for the way he stands there, his eyes dark and glimmering, his cheekbones hard and his jaw smoothly shaven, his mouth so beautiful, tipped up mischievously at the corners. His suit is perfect, playboy perfect, and his tousled hair run with wayward streaks of copper that makes me want to rake my fingers straight through. And he’s here, looking at me as if waiting for me to let him in. A memory of the morning he brought me home flashes through me. Where I felt sore because of the way he’d loved me all night. The little mark behind my ear that I found the next morning.
Hanging on to my every instinct of self-preservation, I hold the door only halfway open when he catches it in one big powerful hand.
Invite me in,” he says softly, holding the door in his firm grip.
“My car doesn’t need a tune-up, it’s fine, but thanks for checking in on it,” I say, pushing it closed with more effort.
He shoves the door open and strides inside, and I’m frustrated over my inability to keep him out. Now he’s inside and he shuts the door like he owns my place, then he studies it with a sweep of narrowed eyes. “This building has a laundry chute?”
“That’s your line?”
He crosses the room and pulls the rest of the blinds shut, then he performs an insanely quick check of my place with a sweep of his gaze that makes my insides turn over. It’s almost like he’s making sure there is no other man here. He can’t possibly be jealous, can he?
And now . . . now that he seems assured no one is here but me, he starts walking over to me and looking at my mouth, and I’m walking away because every instinct of self-preservation in me tells me to walk away.
“You’re here. Why are you here all of a sudden? Some other date canceled on you last minute?” I demand.
“I have a date I’d like to schedule with you.” His eyebrows pull low over those brilliant hawklike eyes. “You’re not nearly as excited to see me as I’d hoped.”
“Maybe I thought you were a drunken hallucination. Maybe I hoped you were.” I hit the back of my kitchen island and he locks me in with his arms, his eyes almost desperate and hungry. Then he cups my face and sets his mouth to mine, like he thinks—mistakenly—I belong to him.
“I’m not,” he says, softly, then he kisses me again, so deeply I lose my train of thought until he speaks against my mouth again. “A hallucination. And if you need me to, I’ll spend all night reminding you of what it feels like to have my tongue and my cock buried deep in you and how much you liked it.”
He leans over as if to kiss me again. My voice trembles as I turn my head. “Don’t, Greyson.” “I don’t like that word, ‘don’t,’” he rasps against my cheek. “But I do like you saying Greyson.”
He tips my head around with the tip of one finger and stares at me like he loves the look of me. I lift one of his arms and he lets me, and I start easing away again, free of him, but not free of his stare. The first night he just kept staring at my eyes like he couldn’t tear his gaze free, but now, now he’s seeing all of me. I’m wearing shorts and a camisole yet my body starts heating as his eyes rake me up and down.
My Life in 8 Words: “Hectic, wonderful, complete; everything I ever wanted.”
Katy Evans grew up with books and book-boyfriends until she found a real sexy boyfriend to love. They married and are now hard at work on their own happily ever after. Katy loves her family and friends, and she also loves reading, walking, baking, and being consumed by her characters until she reaches “The End.” Which is, hopefully, only the beginning…
I refused to work my way up the company ladder by sexually favoring my sleazy boss. I was beginning to lose hope. Until one day, he surprised me with an assignment that would literally rock my world.
I never imagined my first assignment being my last. But Brent Nichols worked his way inside every way possible, unlocking something within me.
Becoming a porn star was never part of the plan. Neither was changing my name.
Everyone else knows me as Lucy Rogers, but you can call me Lotus Raine.
The title of this book had me interested straight away and
I'm really glad I read it because it was so different to anything else I have
read.A really unique storyline. This
whole story is being told by Lucy in an interview style to a previous co-worker
of hers, she is giving him his first big assignment - an exclusive with her.
Lucy has been working for a publishing house for a few years
but never seems to get any decent assignments, she has a very routined life
both at home and at work, nothing very exciting seems to happen to her.The only way to get ahead and chosen for
assignments is by dropping to your knees and sucking off the boss - no
joke,it really happens.
One Monday she arrives at work and is told that the she has
an assignment, like for real.She has to
spend a week living with a man called Brent who is an ex porn star as he
prepares to return to the industry.She
has to pretty much follow him around and see what goes into preparing his mind
& body for his 'job'.
Brent is intensely hot and sexy, in fact she met him a few
nights ago in a bathroom at a bar where she got very up close and personal with
him.Knowing what he is capable of makes
it hard to resist him.Living with him
is going to challenge her but she is determined to do well with this
"We finally reached the lobby and as soon as the door opened, I
pushed my way through like I had just been trapped in an erotic gas chamber,
and was desperate for air." - Lucy
Brent has never met a woman like Lucy and wants to know as
much about her as he can, when he finds out about a 'list' she has, he decides
to help her achieve everything he can in the time they have together.This is a kind of bucket list, there are lots
of naked sexy items on the list and Brent is a very willing participant.
This is a story about the awakening of Lucy to Lotus Raine,
the hot confident and sexy woman she emerges into after Brent shows her another
way to see the world.
I give this four stars
“We don’t have to do this tonight, but you’ll just be prolonging the inevitable if you decide against it.” His hand moved to my neck, cradling it as it fell back and his free hand trailed up my thigh, moving under the jean fabric of my shorts. “If you don’t want to go all the way, I won’t fight it, but let me at least give you a taste of what you’ll be missing out on.” He bent down, whispering into my ear, licking the edge of it as his finger slipped beneath the security of my cotton panties. Man was I thankful for my non-painted on shorts at that very moment. And so was my conscious pussy.
I bit my lip—hard—suppressing the moan. I internalized it by pressing my center closer to him, as his finger moved in and out of me deeper and faster.
“So wet. So wet and tight.” He murmured praises into my neck as he recklessly worked his finger in and out of me. I had never been touched as possessively and with such expertise as I had with him. In my mind, he had to be a professional fingerer. That had to be a profession, right?
Knocking at the door broke through my consciousness and caused my body to tense.
“Wait your fuckin’ turn,” he turned his head, yelling toward the door.
“We need to go,” I said hesitantly as he continued working his finger, adding his thumb to the mix as he rubbed my clit. My hands pressed into the top of the counter as I pushed myself further into the wall. I could feel it deep within me—signs of what was to come, forming and beginning to crackle throughout my body. Like an electrical current seeking full charge. Sparks here and there uniting, wanting to become one combustible unit.
“We aren’t leaving this bathroom until you get off. Either by my finger or my dick. The choice is yours.”
“Seriously?” I withered even more beneath him. “Who talks like that?” I had never been so turned on in all my life. It wasn’t just the way he was touching me, but that damn mouth of his could get me off by words alone.
“Men who know what they’re doing.” He looked up and gave me a sexy smirk.
Being born an "Army Brat", Erika Ashby has been residing in Oklahoma the last 10 years finally putting an end to the nomad tendencies she had grown accustomed to. She's a happily married woman who has 5 kids between her and her husband. She has an insane passion for music and embraces her Inner Groupie any chance she has. It wasn't until the age of 29 that she realized she also had a hidden passion for reading; before then she claimed to have hated it. Six months after unlocking that deep desire she never knew she held, she turned the key to another chapter of her life which has become the desire to write. And the rest is still history in the making.
In this dangerously sexy novel from the New York Times bestselling author of Find You in the Dark, a straight-laced college student meets a handsome but enigmatic stranger who lures her into an underground club scene, where she finds it difficult to resist temptation
Aubrey Duncan understands loss. She knows what rock bottom looks like, and she is determined to crawl back up to the top after the sudden death of her younger sister. She blames herself for her part in the tragedy, convinced that she could have done something, anything, to help her.
In her effort to gain redemption, Aubrey starts fresh at Longwood University and facilitates an addiction support group, hoping she can support someone else in the way she failed her sister. But what she doesn’t count on is an all-consuming fascination with group member Maxx Demelo, a gorgeous, blond, blue-eyed enigma who hides dark secrets behind a carefully constructed mask. He only reveals what he wants others to see. But Aubrey glimpses another Maxx hidden below the surface—a Maxx who is drowning in his own personal hell.
As Aubrey and Maxx develop an attraction too intense to ignore, he pulls her into the dark underbelly of the city club scene, where she is torn by her desire to save him and an inexplicable urge to join him in his downward spiral. Worst of all, she is beginning to love everything she should run away from—a man who threatens to ignite in her a fire that could burn her alive…
When I finished reading Lead Me Not I was a mess. Aubrey and Maxx's story evoked so many emotions in me. This book, their story, I just can't even begin to put into words how I feel about it. I think it touched me on a personal level because there are some aspects of their story that I have lived. The author did such an amazing jobof perfectly portraying how tightly the hold drugs have on an addict. How quick they are to deny that they have a problem. And how those that love them tend to play the role of enabler, whether they intend to or not.
Aubrey is someone who needs to fix those around her. It comes from an honest place due to an event from her past. But the thing is, while she is trying to piece everyone else back together she is neglecting herself. I was so torn when it came to her relationship with Maxx. Her feelings for him were overpowering her sense of right and wrong. She knew what was happening with him but she kept choosing to ignore what was right in front of her.
Maxx's feelings for Aubrey are so real that you can feel the emotions bleeding through the pages. But the hold his mistress has on him is just as strong. I could feel the lure of her forever calling in the back of his head, even in the moments that his love for Aubrey should have silenced it. My heart ached for the conflict he felt. But at the same time, I was angry at the choices he was making and for the way he kept pulling Aubrey back in. He knew what he was doing was unfair to her but he was so consumed by the drugs and his feelings for Aubrey, he blocked everything else out.
To say this book was a roller coaster of emotions is an understatement. I was drained by the end. I went through every feeling imaginable while reading from anger to sadness to happiness to fear. I felt my heart physically hurting because I knew love was not enough for Maxx and Aubrey. Their relationship is toxic for both if them and the only hope of the cycle being broken lies with Aubrey. Is she strong enough to walk away?
This book ends on a "to be continued" note. Normally, this might bother me but honestly, I needed the break. As much as I lovethese two characters, their story is a tough one. I can't wait to see where Aubrey and Maxx's story takes them in the next book, but I truly hope it is to a place where they can find themselves togetheragain, in a healthier place.
Maxx's nostrils flared, and he took in a deep breath as though my words were painful for him to hear. He closed his eyes, his brow furrowing. "Please, Aubrey," he murmured.
Though I wasn't sure what his plea was for.
Please, Aubrey, drop it?
Please, Aubrey, I want you to me too?
Please, Aubrey, this is the most mind-numbing conversation of my entire life, so shut up already?
Before I could push for more, the lights went down, and Maxx turned his hand palm up, folding his fingers around mine in the dark.
The heat of his skin enveloped mine, and I couldn't decide if I wanted to pull away or not.
But I didn't. I opened my fist, which had clenched tightly after his initial touch, and threaded my fingers through his. We held hands like high schoolers on our first date. It was innocent and surprisingly sweet.
Soon the intensity gave way to something even more bewildering - contentment, comfort - again with that strange easiness that unfolded like it had always been there. For a girl who didn't get close to people, here I was tiptoeing into whatever this was without hesitation.
The New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Contemporary and Paranormal romance including The Find You in the Dark and Bad Rep series as well as the upcoming stand alone romance, Reclaiming the Sand, and a dark new adult series for Gallery Books.
A. Meredith spent ten years as a counselor for at risk teens and children. First working at a Domestic Violence/Sexual Assault program and then later a program for children with severe emotional and mental health issues. Her former clients and their stories continue to influence every aspect of her writing.
When not writing (or being tortured with all manner of beauty products at the hand of her very imaginative and extremely girly daughter), she is eating chocolate, watching reality television that could rot your brain and reading a smutty novel or two.
A. Meredith is represented by Michelle Johnson with the Inklings Literary Agency.