Genres: New Adult, Romance
(Rock-Hard Beautiful, #1)
Publication date: March 21st 2017
Genres: New Adult, Romance
“Can one of these five rockstars fill the hole in my heart? Or will I stay broken forever?”
Young, dumb, and broke.
That’s what started everything. With five dollars in her pocket, and everything she owns stuffed in the back of her car, Lilith Goode’s life is over. Done. Destroyed.
Ten words. One text. That’s what it took to change the whole world.
A crumpled concert ticket. A chance encounter. That’s what it takes to start all over again.
Five rockstars. One girl. Six dark hearts, six withered souls.
But can one broken person really put another back together again?
(Ransom And Paxton Kiss, Super Steamy)
“Hold on a sec,” I say as I take a small step back and look between them, grab a quick glance back at Muse and Cope. They’re hanging back, watching the situation with interest. Both of them have strange, almost wry smiles on their faces when they exchange a look. “What’s the hurry then?” I ask, taking the whip back from Ran and lifting a hand to his face.
Gently, I push the hood back and press my mouth softly to his, just a peck before I pull away and do the same to Pax, sliding the whip across his cheek before I kiss him, too. It’s like kissing night and day, two halves of the same cycle. Ran tastes like kindness with a healthy dose of anger simmering underneath, while Pax tastes like cruelty over pain.
It’s a lot to take in.
I kiss Ran again, deeper this time, sliding my tongue against his, loving the feel of his hand sliding up my back. Pax makes a sound and I switch back to him, letting that wicked sharp mouth take over mine. And then when I pull back, I take him with me, drawing us together in a three-way kiss, just mouths and tongues and heat.
I can feel my body responding to the hot warmth on either side of me, the rigid cocks pressed up against me, the sounds emanating from each guy’s throat. They might be pissed off at each other—might even hate each other—but right now, they both want me and that gives them some common ground.
I pull back and take the whip with me, dropping down to my knees between them.
“Don’t stop,” I plead as I look up and pop the buttons on Ran’s skinny jeans, on Pax’s aubergine slacks. “You stop, I stop,” I say as they stare at each other and Pax makes a face.
“Oh, what the fuck. I want my cock sucked,” he says with a shrug, putting a tattooed hand on the back of Ran’s neck and kissing him like he’s still kissing me. Ransom goes completely stiff, so I go down on him first to relax him, freeing his hard shaft from his jeans and sliding my mouth over the head. My other hand finds Pax inside his slacks and frees him, too. I take a brief moment to slick my tongue over Paxton’s cock so I have plenty of lube to work with and start pumping him with my hand.
Stuck between cruel and kind right now. That’s where I am. And it’s a beautiful fucking place to be. When I glance up, I can see Ran and Pax kissing, and although there’s a definite tension there, they don’t stop.
C.M. Stunich is a self-admitted bibliophile with a love for exotic teas and a whole host of characters who live full time inside the strange, swirling vortex of her thoughts. Some folks might call this crazy, but Caitlin Morgan doesn’t mind – especially considering she has to write biographies in the third person. Oh, and half the host of characters in her head are searing hot bad boys with dirty mouths and skillful hands (among other things). If being crazy means hanging out with them everyday, C.M. has decided to have herself committed.
She hates tapioca pudding, loves to binge on cheesy horror movies, and is a slave to many cats. When she’s not vacuuming fur off of her couch, C.M. can be found with her nose buried in a book or her eyes glued to a computer screen. She’s the author of over thirty novels – romance, new adult, fantasy, and young adult included. Please, come and join her inside her crazy. There’s a heck of a lot to do there.
Oh, and Caitlin loves to chat (incessantly), so feel free to e-mail her, send her a Facebook message, or put up smoke signals. She’s already looking forward to it.
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