The bet is simple: take a nobody and make her a star. I just didn’t bet on HER.
She’s not some wannabe, she’s the real deal.
But fuck it, I want her. And I always come out on top.
BRANDO has the hook that will pull you in until you’re humming in pleasure. This music industry executive is full of muscles, determination, stubbornness and a hint of vulnerability. Basically everything I love in a brooding leading man and everything that will make you swoon. Brando’s flashing smile and mouth watering abs get him more play than Justin Beiber’s newest single. He’s hot, he’s young and he’s focused on getting exactly what he wants – always.
But Brando’s been burned. He may be all hustle and muscle, but when it comes to Lexi Dark, she’s the break in his armor. He made her into the star she is today and she burned him just as she was about to shine. When he’s approached with a bet that could let him get his revenge, he doesn’t hesitate. But he doesn’t expect Haley to refocus his world and adjust the controls to pull him out of autotune.
Haley rocks. She’s refreshing and funny; bright and sarcastic. She doesn’t roll over just because Brando cracks a smile or flexes his muscles and she makes sure that her wishes are known. She doesn’t quite know why Brando’s so interested in her but she wants this….whatever this is…badly.
Haley and Brando make amazing music together…both in the studio and out – they have a great connection, engage in lighthearted banter, and throw off some serious heat. I’d like to carry Brando around with me so that whenever I’m stressed out he can alleviate my worries. With his tongue. And his dick. And his fingers. Because YES. Yes, please. He’s better than prozac.
Are you pretty sure you know how the cliffhanger is going to leave you? Sure. Did I care? Nope. Because this book is a hell of a good time.
Fast paced, light and just plain FUN, this novella will have you tapping your fingers to the beat of Brando and Haley’s song…until that cliffhanger leaves you with dead air. 😉 Hawkins knows how to drop a beat – and a story. This is most definitely his best work to date. NEXT BOOK, PLEASE.
[I received an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review]
A blush creeps across her cheeks and she drops her eyes again. I brush her hair away from her face and let my hand rest on her neck as I slowly move in closer. Her trembling lips steady themselves on mine, softly settling against my mouth. Our breaths mingle, tongues gently tickling at the insides of each other’s lips. I press further, wanting to kiss away all the shakes in her body, to let her thoughts disappear in the heat of our mouths. Her hand presses against my shirt, splayed fingers tentatively tracing the hardness of my chest, before pushing me away from her.
“Brando…” she whispers, her eyes still closed, her mouth still wet. “I think I just need…”
“Tell me what you need,” I coax her.
“I need…” She opens her eyes, and I already know what she’s about to say. “You.”
This is the most restrained I’ve ever been. Every muscle memory in my body wants to tear her clothes off, the look in her lidded eyes all I need to know she wants this – even more than I do. Hours spent around her blossomed lips, her hidden breasts, her slender thighs, hours of caging up my lust for her in pursuit of another goal has made it grow, big and fearsome. Now that the cage is open, it’s taking all of my reserve to stop it from taking me over. I need this to be slow – this is for her.
“I know how to make you sing, Haley,” I growl in short breaths. My hand goes to the inside of her thigh, pressing itself against the front of her jeans. “I can make you sing better than you’ve ever sung before.”
I have the buttons undone in seconds. Warm, strong, fingers teasingly reaching into the lip of her panties. Her head goes back, eyes closed as she starts panting at the ceiling.
“Wait!” she says, snapping back, her hand on my wrist. “I don’t understand what’s happening between us, Brando. Is this about me? Or is this about music?”
I kneel in front of her, slowly pulling down her jeans.
“It’s about music,” I say, kissing her moistening pussy through the soft cotton of her panties. “It’s always about music.”
She replies by moaning softly and grabbing the back of my head as I run my tongue down the inside of her thigh, letting my stubble softly tickle her pale, sensitive skin.
live with my wife in Venice. I’ve also lived in NYC, India and Thailand. I
love to travel and have been to Central America, Australia, Europe and the
Middle East. I have a boring corporate day job where I cover people’s asses for
a living and am hoping to leave this world soon and make a living doing the
thing I love – writing. I enjoy surfing and I’m also a martial artist, my other
main passion, which I have practiced since the age of 5.
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