Thought all of it was a bit ridiculous. She goes in for a maid job but accidentally becomes contracted to be a rock star's pretend girlfriend to Carter--to "help become a better person."Kent is Carter's brother and while all of this happening, her and Kent are having sex obviously. The whole pr...
It's funny as hell couldn't stop but also sexy and sad at time it's a well written book. I would recommend this book to any one who love Rock Stars and sex and romance novels.Rebecca is a curvy girl who has nothing and is living on her sisters couch and all she does is clean her sisters house whi...
Where the first book was raw and intense this one is sweet. I loved Carter in Hard Rock Arrangement and was glad to see the second book was about him. The small glimpses of sadness and sweetness I got to see of him did not do him justice, but in Hard Rock Remix I got to see him shine. And goodnes...
I was SOO mad at the end of the last book, it had me up until well after 4 AM wanting to start right into this one. After finally finishing this I am so glad with the outcome, not only did I get my HEA but Jason got his in the end AND Carter straightened up (though that was really by the 3rd book...
Anton's hands were all over me, and the corset cinched around my waist made it impossible to draw air. I saw stars as he half-removed, half-ripped the wedding dress from my body, revealing my bared breasts and soaked panties. His hot mouth descended on my throat, his teeth sharp at my jugular. Fo...
After my encounter with Waters and my subsequent shameful display in his elevator, I'd knocked around my little studio apartment, feeling dazed and useless. I even went on a cleaning binge to try to make myself feel better, but when I realized I'd moved the same dirty plate back and forth from my...
To Anton's house. It was awkward, the way we sat in silence the whole way there, staring out the windows, but deep inside it was also a huge relief. Whatever happened, the stasis would be over. We could move on.Wherever that would be.My palms began to sweat.When we finally reached the house, I wa...
I did not know this. I didn't even really know where Croatia was. I only stopped long enough at my apartment to grab my passport before running back down the stairs and throwing myself into the car. Malcolm smiled to see me frantically buckling up and throwing my hair out of my face. My little bl...
We spent a leisurely morning reading in bed, though I have to admit I didn't absorb a word I read. I was too anxious and excited. Malcolm helped me get dressed and took me out to lunch. There were photographs and staring eyes, but all in all it wasn't as bad as I thought it might be. I enjoyed si...
The icy wind and gray sky were going a long way towards helping me get centered and alert. Mostly I was reeling from our sexual encounter and trying to maintain my customary ironic distance. It was rather difficult, however, since my legs still shook with the aftermath of his ministrations. What ...
I slept on the plane back to New York while Anton worked. His desire to bone until we both ended up in the Emergency Room with third degree burns on our genitals seemed to be doused in the cold light of a hundred and fifty urgent emails dinging on his phone the next morning. We'd grabbed only cof...
I yelled, wiping the last bit of clay from my hands as I stalked to the door. Someone outside was being awfully OCD with my doorknocker, and if they kept it up Mrs. Andersen from next door was going to leave another passive-agressive note shoved in the doorjamb, bringing the total this month to s...
Anton's hands were all over me, and the corset cinched around my waist made it impossible to draw air. I saw stars as he half-removed, half-ripped the wedding dress from my body, revealing my bared breasts and soaked panties. His hot mouth descended on my throat, his teeth sharp at my jugular. Fo...
I moaned. “A complete and utter idiot.”My best friend Sadie cocked an eyebrow and sucked on her cigarette. “I don't think that's ever been in doubt,” she told me. “You're not exactly the sharpest marble in the bag, Lis.”“You're so mean,” I told her. Then her words sank in. “Wait, marbles aren't s...
Ten twenty-three. AM. On a Monday. And it was, by far, the worst Monday morning she'd had since... well, since last Monday, when nothing bad at all had happened. In fact, the only remarkable thing about last Monday had been the fact that it had been completely unremarkable.Which was possibly the ...
Okay, maybe not as bad as suddenly dropping dead of a heart attack or throwing up the last ten beers you drank all over your partner, but it's pretty bad. Because parents aren't sexy. They may be sexual beings and, at one point, may have actually Done It to give you life, but you don't want to th...
By the time she woke up again, finally recovering from all the blood loss, the previous night seemed like a dream. It hadn't been a dream. At least, she didn't think so. James' things were gone. The apartment was hers again. Also there was a dead guy in her closet. &...
My tiny shitty apartment where this had all started. My studio now, I supposed, since all my shit was in Anton's house. I doubted he'd try to keep it all like some kind of jealous ex-boyfriend, but I didn't care about it anyway. It was just stuff. You can lose stuff. You can't lose yourself.Or yo...
“This is boring. You bore me.” “How can you be bored?” I asked him, peeking out from beneath the blanket I’d put over my head. “That’s not like you at all. Besides, didn’t you tell me only boring people get bored?” He had, and it was true. Dwa...
The women were all dressed in onyx and ruby and sapphire and emerald dresses, brilliant birds of paradise, while the men stood with them, all black and white and staid and stolid as penguins. I scrutinized the assembled throng and pondered a very important question. Which of these men is Batman? ...
meant, so I had to surreptitiously google it on my phone while Kent drove us angrily—as if there were any other way Kent could drive—out of Rose's neighborhood and back towards the glittering lights of Hollywood. After a few searches I figured out that Sunset meant the Sun...
That's where I was standing. Floor to ceiling windows surrounded us. The sun had come out from behind the clouds this morning, cascading warmth through the glass and filling the room with light. “This place is huge,” I said. Next to me, Anton pursed his lips. “I suppose,” he mused. “Perhaps we'll...