*~*One Kiss with a Rock Star by Amber Lin & Shari Slade – Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway*~*

Half-Life Bassist Krist Mellas is still in the media doghouse after a sex video blew up online months ago. His agent has the solution: a fake engagement with sultry pop princess Madeline Fox to prove he’s got his shit together. Krist couldn’t care less about public opinion, but Madeline has an image problem too—and he owes her a favor.

 

Madeline knows better than anyone what it means to live a lie in the spotlight. She’s determined to help Krist without ever letting him find out what it costs her—or about her girlhood crush on him. But after a smoking encounter in the back alley of an exclusive club, she can’t deny she wants the surly rocker.

In a world of glitter and diamonds, where pretend kisses feel all too real, their facades start to crack. And the publicity storm may shatter them both.

 

WARNING: This book contains a scorching threesome with girl on girl action, a dirty talking pop princess, and a gruff rocker who hits all the right notes.

Are you ready for some super sexy Krist action? 😉

Maddy had fantasized about Krist Mellas’s mouth since she’d first seen him singing and playing bass and rocking his cold black heart out on Half-Life’s debut. That album had gone platinum twice, cementing their role as music legends when she’d still been doing jam commercials.

She had played the innocent, the wide-eyed daughter, the naive little sister. Jamby’s is the sweetest. Just like me, she’d announced with a well-rehearsed smile. Her entire fake family had laughed as the scene cut.

Between takes she would do what every other twelve-year-old girl was doing: turn on the MTV music video countdown and drool. That’s all she was, really.

Just another fangirl.

Except she had those lips pressed against the inside of her thigh. She had his palms supporting her ass and his fingers digging into her flesh. She had him exactly where she’d always wanted him to be, so why did the hole in her chest feel even bigger now?

When he grunted against her flesh like a fucking animal, when her sex clenched in anticipation… It was her every dirty dream come true, so why was her throat too thick to speak? Pinpricks pressed against her eyes, and she had to close them. Had to knock her head against the broken bricks behind her, the pain easing her way.

“Stop teasing,” she managed to say.

He kissed the line where her thigh met her hip. He kissed the top of her mound. “What do you want, princess?” he muttered.

Her groan was pure frustration. “Fuck me with your tongue.”

He smiled against her skin. “Just a little payback.”

She laughed, breathless, hopeless, because she’d never teased him. Only offered herself on a platter, and now he’d finally sat down to eat. “You do know how to do this, right?” she taunted.

His gaze locked on hers, more amused than angry. “Think I can’t make you come?”

Maybe it was cruel, going after him where he already had a wound. The paparazzi vultures had attacked him after that video came out, the one with him and Lock. But she wanted the truth more than she wanted to be nice. Was he only into cock? If so, the pink dildo she stowed in her carry-on wouldn’t be enough for him.

Or did he swing both ways like she did?

Sure, he had his face between her legs, but maybe this was part of his act. The way her platinum hair and bubblegum sound were part of hers. This was what it took to be famous. It took being someone else.

“Make me come,” she muttered, her hand clenching his hair. She directed his mouth where she wanted it. If he didn’t already know, she’d teach him. She’d choreograph his every move, but it was up to him to pull off the show. His passion.

He had to want it. He had to want her.

Then he closed his eyes, and she almost came. Just the shock of wet heat against her core and the sight of his blissed-out face was enough to make her jerk in his arms. He didn’t need skill or desire, not really. He just needed to keep those lips against her body, and she’d rub herself on him, using his face like a pillow between her thighs.

She pulled, yanking his hair to the point of pain, and he moaned. She couldn’t hear him, not with the thump thump thump from the club, from her pulse, from the pounding in her sex, but she felt him. He vibrated right against her clit, sending shocks all through her body, racing to the top of her spine and down to her toes.

Long licks from the base of her sex to the top. No finesse, just hungry slides of his tongue. Then he dipped into her core, drawing out her moisture, moving it all around until she felt impossibly slick and oiled and sopping against his mouth.

He was taunting her, she realized. This was his payback, to make her come with the slow, casual licks—the easiest thing in the world.

She wasn’t going to let him win, though. Not Madeline Fox.

But her hands were already grasping his skull like it was an anchor. Her ankles were already digging into his back. Her breasts already heaved above him, and he looked entirely too composed, as if he was savoring her. So she used the only weapon she had left, her secret weapon—her words.

“I love that tongue,” she murmured. It was almost a song, the way she whispered to him in the alley, a filthy melody. “Love how it tries to fill me up. Tries to reach that place inside me, the one that would make me come. It can’t get that far in, though, can it? Try for me. Fuck me with it. Yeah, like that. Faster.”

He obeyed with a groan that told her he liked this—dirty orders, cruelly spoken. He might prefer to suck a dick while he got defiled and debased, but he could suck her clit instead. She would make him like it.

“Higher, baby. Lick my clit with just the tip of your tongue. That’s all you can use, the tip.” She laughed softly at the reversal—just the tip—but her laugh dried up when the feeling hit her like an arrow. His tongue made a point, and her clit was the target, radiating pleasure to her body.

So obedient. Her breath caught, and she felt a rush of liquid tickle her folds. He lapped it up, reaching inside for more before returning to her clit.

A moan reverberated around her, filling her eardrums, making her body shudder, as if the whole fucking band was here—Moe on the drums and Lock growling into the mic. They were the ones playing backup to Krist. He was the main attraction, and she was just another fangirl after all.

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Amber Lin writes erotic romance with damaged souls and deep emotion.

Her debut novel, Giving It Up, received The Romance Review’s Top Pick, Night Owl Top Pick, and 5 Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies. RT Book Reviews gave it 4.5 stars, calling it “truly extraordinary.” She has been published by Loose Id, Carina Press, and Entangled.

Amber married her high school sweetheart, birthed a kid who’s smarter than she is, and spends her nights writing down her dirty thoughts. In other words, life is good.  You can get more info on Amber’s website.

Shari Slade is a snarky optimist. A would-be academic with big dreams and very little means. When she isn’t toiling away in the non-profit sector, she’s writing gritty stories about identity and people who make terrible choices in the name of love (or lust). Somehow, it all works out in the end. If she had a patronus it would be a platypus.  Find out more at Sheri’s website.