NEW BOOK RELEASE: Three Nights with a Rock Star by Amber Lin and Shari Slade
3 Nights With a Rockstar (Half-Life #1) Author: Amber Lin and Shari Slade Release Date: June 2, 2014 Band website: Half Life Bo...
3 Nights With a Rockstar (Half-Life #1)
Author: Amber Lin and Shari Slade
Release Date: June 2, 2014
Band website: Half Life Books
When Hailey crashes a Half-Life after party, she expects to find the bastard who knocked up her little sister. Instead she meets the sexy front-man who agrees to give her access to his crew if she gives him access to her body.
All Lock demands in return is three days of complete control over the Sunday School teacher. With a contract, because he’s been burned before. One misstep could send the band—and his tenuous sobriety—up in flames.
Hailey and Lock push each other’s limits… Against the penthouse window. Backstage. In the limo and on the elevator. But as the contract counts down, neither are ready for the party to end.
Lock managed not to jump the sexy little Sunday school teacher the second her pen left the paper. Her hand had been shaking as she’d signed, and she wasn’t ready for sex. At least not the way he did sex. So he showed her into the restroom and let her freshen up. Meanwhile he conferred with the concierge to get her bag brought up and her car moved to a VIP spot.
When she emerged from the bathroom, he knew she was ready. He knew by the fresh lipstick on her full lips and the resolved set of her chin. But most of all he knew because of the flicker of curiosity in her eyes. Under the fear, she wanted to know what came next.
He crooked his finger and beckoned her to him.
Her breathing was shallow, her cheeks flushed, and she kept running her fingers through her hair, touching herself. That long blonde hair cascaded around her face in a messy tumble. Bed head, and they hadn’t been anywhere near a bed. Wouldn’t be near one anytime soon if he had his way. Which he would. This was his show.
She tugged the hem of her short skirt so it covered a sliver more thigh, drew her shoulders back, and crossed the room, steady on her bare feet. She should be plucking daisies, not padding across the plush carpet of his penthouse suite. “Your wish is my command.”
No more preamble. If she was really going to do this, he’d know now for sure. “I’m going to fuck you against that window over there, and I’m not going to be nice about it. Do you like to hurt, Hailey?”
Her name was a weapon on his lips. A sharp thing he could use to lash her. Every time he said it, he watched her tense. This time she wobbled, her answering nod barely perceptible, her coltish legs giving way under the weight of his regard. And he liked it.
She wanted this thrill, and at the moment finding her sister’s baby daddy didn’t have much to do with it. Her eyes held wariness and guilt—but most of all, excitement. As if his proposition had jolted her awake. More awake than she’d ever been in her drowsy little East Podunk life, he’d lay money on it.
He’d woken up on stage like that, the whiskey haze parting long enough for fear to creep in, adrenaline spiking into his bloodstream as he fumbled for an instant and then…click. Everything slipping into its proper place. The music. The band. The crowd. All of it more alive, more real, brighter and sharper because he’d come so close to disaster.
Do you like to hurt, Hailey? He’d asked her, and she could only nod.
He’d hurt her so good she’d give voice to that desire before he was through. She knew it. He knew it. The subtext breathed in the air around them, a living thing, that damned contract come to life. She wants this. She wants the lurid celeb fantasy. The shock, the pulse-pounding vibrancy that only exists on the edge of a bad decision.
He’d take her there.
“Take off your clothes,” he said, a little too harshly, his urgency coming out as hard-edged gruffness.
It didn’t scare her away. She wants that too. She fingered the button of her cardigan, uncertain, and then popped them all in a rush, exposing a silver tank that dipped low over her cleavage. Fuck. Surprisingly lush curves on her willowy frame, and smooth, pale skin.
He shifted in his seat, imagining his cock between her breasts. Making them slick, squeezing them together, and thrusting, thrusting, thrusting until he came all over her neck. Jesus, he hadn’t even seen them yet. She put a hand to her throat as if she could read his mind. As if every dirty thought he’d ever had was flashing on his face. And she knew. Why was she taking so fucking long to undress?
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Characters vs story
Hotness factor: erotic, ménage… warning! This might be my first R rated review! LOL
Three Nights with a Rock Star’s premise was simple enough to be part its title. I like that! Hailey decided to track down the man who knocked up her sister. According to her, he was on tour with the famous rock band Half-Life. She easily accessed their floor and stumbled upon Lock, the lead singer and guitarist. That was my first warning bell… Have you ever tried to stalk a rock star? They’re not that easy to access. Nevertheless, Lock instead of being a gentleman and helped her noble quest, he gave her a confidentiality contract… and they say that chivalry is dead!
I tend to root for male characters these days. They seem to have more “substance” than female ones. Female characters tend to somewhat fit the story more than anything else. For me, that’s what happened with Hailey. She was supposed to be a reserved Sunday school teacher so without giving away too many spoilers, her actions in this book were any anything but reserved. I never got to grasp the true Hailey. I would have to say the same about her sister. I’m all for pushing the envelope sexually but should it be so out of character? The Catholic girl in me shook her head quite a lot! Rock God or not, woman get off your knees and get your self-respect back! LOL
Then you have Lock, a character that would usually be one-dimensional but in this book was anything but. The authors did a fantastic job with him. He was much more complex than I would ever imagine him to be when I started to read this novel. Complex enough for Hailey to stay away from him, if she really knew what was best for her. He didn’t bring anything over than enough baggage to smother her with.
For me, the novel struggles with being character-driven or story-driven and story won when character should have. The ending fits the story but not the characters. I know we all love a happy ever after ending but I didn’t think it belongs here. Yes, the sex might have been hot and steamy but is sex really enough for a reserved Sunday school teacher Hailey? As I said, I never got to grasp the true Hailey. But this is just my humble opinion, please get a copy and check it out for yourself.
I RECEIVED AN ARC IN EXCHANGE OF THE HONEST REVIEW
About the Authors
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.
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.