Mr. Rockstar

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Contemporary, Erotic Romance, Romantic Suspense, Rubenesque, MF
Word Count: 42,200
Heat Level 4
Published By: Evernight Publishing

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Isabelle’s best friend is getting married and guess who’s the maid-of-honor?

Going to the wedding alone isn’t an option, so when Isabelle’s brother sends his buddy to her rescue, she can hardly believe who it is: rocker Marvin Clementine! He shows up at her door incognito, but nothing can hide the sexy smile that melts her spine.

At the wedding, he is the perfect gentleman right up until Isabelle’s ex-boyfriend attacks him. When Marvin punches him in the nose, taking him down with one swing, what can Isabelle do except take Mr. Rockstar home and kiss his wounds until he’s better?

Of course, one night of bliss isn’t enough for her to overcome her fears. Marvin’s celebrity lifestyle freaks her out, and it would be crazy to move to L.A., right? Especially for someone as shy as Isabelle. Unfortunately, she’s pretty sure Marvin is her one true love…

 

What are people saying about Mr. Rockstar?

Night Owl Reviews Top Pick! – 4.5 stars!

“The chemistry between Marvin and Isabelle is searing hot. ”

Manic Readers – 4.5 stars!

“Mr. Rockstar is a cute little love story, good heroine’s journey, lively action, sweet songs—what more can a reader ask for?”

Cocktails and Books – 4 stars!

“The storyline was well developed and I loved the interaction between the main characters.”

The Romance Reviews – 4 stars!

“You might want the fire department on stand-by for the dress mutilation scene, and you’ll likely feel compelled to seek out other smoldering titles from the wickedly talented Ms Leaf.”

Up All Night, Read All Day..Book Reviews – 4.5 stars!

“Love a book with sexy rock stars – well one sexy rock star and oh my god he’s sexy sexy.”

Romancing the Book – 4 stars!

“When it comes to the steam factor, let’s just say that readers will be begging to have their own rock star book boyfriend. Marvin is the epitome of every girl’s dream.”

Story Excerpt:

He shrugged off his jacket and hung it from the hook on the back of her door. “I’m fine.”

“I just want to make sure it won’t get infected,” she said, unnerved by how he seemed to dominate her bathroom. She had flowers on the sink in a vase and fluffy pink towels and Marvin was tall, muscular, and very masculine against all the pastels. He flashed her a smile and sat down, unbuttoning his cuffs. The tattoo on his left arm peeked out as he moved, reminding Isabelle that he wasn’t just Marvin. He was also Vin, famous rocker. Bad boy. Suddenly, she felt like she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs.

He didn’t seem to notice her fascination with his skin as he casually shoved his sleeves up his arms. His tie was already loosened, but he pulled the knot out and undid another button. Isabelle stared for a moment, mesmerized by the soft-looking hair peeking through the open top of his shirt. His arm was exposed enough now that she could see his mourning doves tattoo up close. Their sad eyes stared out at her and she shook herself a little, trying to break the spell his physical presence had cast over her.

“Okay, I’m ready,” he said, voice low and sexy and a little bit amused.

Isabelle opened the medicine cabinet. “Yes. Okay.” She pulled out some gauze and disinfectant. “This may sting a little.” She wet the gauze and brought it to his cheek, blotting at the cut. It was mostly clean, thankfully. He didn’t wince when she patted his skin. Instead, his green eyes stared at her, the pupils dark and mysterious. Her hand began to tremble. The heat from his body made the hair on her arms stand up.

“Belle,” he said. “I’m fine.” He cupped a hand around her wrist delicately, the thumb rubbing gently along her pulse point. “It’s okay.”

And just like that, all the feelings she’d been so desperately suppressing for the past day roared up, like someone had just turned up the volume on the radio. His finger on her wrist made her hyper-aware of him: his size, his strength, his virility as he sat in her girly bathroom without complaint. Her face went hot and she dropped the gauze to the floor. Even with the bruise and cut on his face, he was gorgeous.

“This is crazy,” she whispered as he tugged her down. She tumbled onto his lap, wedged between the tub and the sink, legs akimbo.

“I don’t care,” he murmured against her mouth.

She kissed him, unable to stop herself. He smelled like antiseptic and himself, a potent combination that made no sense. He tugged more strongly and she fell against his chest, magenta tulle foaming around them both. He kissed her and she let him, hopeless to resist when his hands slid up her back and splayed across her bare shoulders.

“Belle, you have the most perfect name,” he said, nipping her collarbone.

She shivered. “You’re crazy.”

He chuckled. “If I’m crazy, so are you.”

She pulled back, confused, but then he very deliberately slid his hands around the front of her dress and dipped the tips of his fingers into her bodice, teasing. It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough.

“Let me make love to you,” he said, hands moving, but never where she wanted them to go. Her breasts ached.

She bit her lip, breathing faster. The corner of the bathroom vanity was cutting into her arm and her legs were cramped as they tried to fit into the small space. Was she really considering this? You don’t have to marry the guy, a little voice inside her head said. Marvin kissed her shoulder, smiling coaxingly at her.

“Okay,” she finally said, not sure if she was entirely sane anymore. Arousal and need had taken over her body. She realized she’d felt this way since the beginning, when he’d first appeared on her doorstep yesterday afternoon. Was it only yesterday that I met him for the first time? It seemed like much longer than that. She’d denied her feelings, not wanting to admit her attraction to him. Now that she’d gotten to know him a little, it was impossible to ignore.

“Okay,” he said back to her, smiling. To her dismay, he took his hands out of her dress. Just when she was going to protest, he slid them snugly under her ass and stood up, lifting her with no apparent trouble.

“Oh my God, Marvin! You’re going to hurt yourself,” she cried, hands wrapping around his shoulders. The muscles under her palms bulged, his thin shirt no barrier.

He laughed. “You’re not nearly large enough to give me trouble.” He walked out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. “Wrap your legs around me,” he said. She did as he asked, heart pounding when the position pulled her dress up her thighs.

I shouldn’t be doing this, she told herself as he walked, the excess fabric of her dress bunching up between them. He’s going back to L.A. tomorrow. She didn’t let go, however. I want this, she admitted when he kissed her again, somewhat shocked at herself. I want him. The light near the window lit the bedroom with a soft glow, somewhat disguising the clothes strewn all over the place. Marvin pulled back from her mouth and glanced around, quirking an eyebrow at her.

She blushed, squirming against him, then froze when his erection slotted right up against her pussy. “I didn’t have time to clean up,” she muttered, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. His cock pressed right against her clit. Every time he shifted his weight, it shoved against her deliciously. She tried to keep still, but couldn’t. He felt so freaking good.

He tilted his face toward her, still seemingly unperturbed to be holding her in midair, and kissed under her ear. “I don’t give a shit about your room.”