Sex God in your bed? Rock Star husband? What could go wrong? Find out in DANGEROUS ROCK by Crystal Kaswell, third standalone in the Dangerous Noise series releasing this spring! Check out the HOT cover & read a flirty sneak peek of this highly anticipated standalone!
"My dad… he would think you're trouble. A bad boy phase. A quarter-life crisis."
"Who says I'm not trouble?"
She laughs. "You have tattoos, sure. But you… You're a sweet guy. Deep down."
"How do you know?"
"I remember that. I can't remember a lot of what happened last night, but I still feel this connection. It's stupid."
"It's not."
She presses her lips together. "Joel, um… don't take this the wrong way, but why did you sleep with me?"
"You fishing for more compliments about your tits? I'm happy to oblige if you are, but I demand another look at them first."
Her blush deepens. "No, I mean… we were drinking a lot."
"I tried to turn you down."
She shoots me that same incredulous look.
"You got very demanding."
"No way."
"I'll show you."
"Okay."
"But you have to play me."
She raises a brow. "Do I?"
I nod. My hands go to her hips. I keep the grip loose. "Lie back on the bench seat."
"That's what you were doing, lying down?"
I nod.
She turns enough to lean back on her elbows. She giggles as she falls onto her back. "Why do I feel like I'm being seduced?"
"You're playing Joel. Remind me I'm drunk three times before you give me the time of day."
"Did I really-"
"Yes." It was adorable. And hot. Once Bella is lying back on the bench seat, I drag my fingers up her blouse. I play with her bottom button. "Joel, baby, let's go to bed."
"Did I really call you baby?"
I nod. "Now, stop breaking character."
She drops her voice an octave. "Bella, you're drunk."
I shake my head as I straddle her. Fuck, this is not my wisest move. I'm already getting all sorts of ideas about stripping her out of her clothes and fucking her. But I'm staying in character. "I'm not." I undo her bottom button then I trail my fingers over the soft skin of her stomach. Over the waistband of her jeans. "I want you to fuck me, baby. I want you to make me come like you did at the club. I've never come like that before. I mean came. That's the past tense of come, right?"
Her cheeks flush. She clears her throat, trying to stay in character. "You're too drunk. Later."
"If I was drunk, would I really be able to conjugate the verb to come?" I shake my head. "I'm only a little tipsy." I pull my t-shirt over my head then I take her hand and press it against my pec. "It's okay if you don't want to. Just say that."
"I, um, we should wait until tomorrow."
"If you're sure." I drag her hand over my chest and press her palm flat against my breastbone. "But I don't want to wait. I want to fuck you know. I want you to come right here."
"Oh my God." Her eyes go wide. "I did not say that."
"You did."
"Really?"
"You were a bossy little thing." I smile at the memory. "Not that I minded."
"No… I… No." She shakes her head. "I've never made any demands."
"You did last night."
"Was that it?"
"Fuck no." I play with her top button as I shift back into character. "Take that off now, baby. Take everything off. I want to look at every inch you." I grind my hips against hers. "I want to feel that hard cock in my mouth."
"No. I didn't-" Her eyes meet mine. Her cheeks turn the color of a tomato. "I did, didn't I?"
"I could go on."
"No. This is embarrassing enough."
"Nothing embarrassing about asking for you want."
Still, her cheeks flush. "I was so shy with Stan, my ex-boyfriend. Once he asked me to talk dirty and I froze. I couldn't do it."
"Apparently, you learned."
"Really?"
I nod.
She gives me a long, slow once-over. "I guess you bring out my bad girl."
"Who says I'm not trouble?"
She laughs. "You have tattoos, sure. But you… You're a sweet guy. Deep down."
"How do you know?"
"I remember that. I can't remember a lot of what happened last night, but I still feel this connection. It's stupid."
"It's not."
She presses her lips together. "Joel, um… don't take this the wrong way, but why did you sleep with me?"
"You fishing for more compliments about your tits? I'm happy to oblige if you are, but I demand another look at them first."
Her blush deepens. "No, I mean… we were drinking a lot."
"I tried to turn you down."
She shoots me that same incredulous look.
"You got very demanding."
"No way."
"I'll show you."
"Okay."
"But you have to play me."
She raises a brow. "Do I?"
I nod. My hands go to her hips. I keep the grip loose. "Lie back on the bench seat."
"That's what you were doing, lying down?"
I nod.
She turns enough to lean back on her elbows. She giggles as she falls onto her back. "Why do I feel like I'm being seduced?"
"You're playing Joel. Remind me I'm drunk three times before you give me the time of day."
"Did I really-"
"Yes." It was adorable. And hot. Once Bella is lying back on the bench seat, I drag my fingers up her blouse. I play with her bottom button. "Joel, baby, let's go to bed."
"Did I really call you baby?"
I nod. "Now, stop breaking character."
She drops her voice an octave. "Bella, you're drunk."
I shake my head as I straddle her. Fuck, this is not my wisest move. I'm already getting all sorts of ideas about stripping her out of her clothes and fucking her. But I'm staying in character. "I'm not." I undo her bottom button then I trail my fingers over the soft skin of her stomach. Over the waistband of her jeans. "I want you to fuck me, baby. I want you to make me come like you did at the club. I've never come like that before. I mean came. That's the past tense of come, right?"
Her cheeks flush. She clears her throat, trying to stay in character. "You're too drunk. Later."
"If I was drunk, would I really be able to conjugate the verb to come?" I shake my head. "I'm only a little tipsy." I pull my t-shirt over my head then I take her hand and press it against my pec. "It's okay if you don't want to. Just say that."
"I, um, we should wait until tomorrow."
"If you're sure." I drag her hand over my chest and press her palm flat against my breastbone. "But I don't want to wait. I want to fuck you know. I want you to come right here."
"Oh my God." Her eyes go wide. "I did not say that."
"You did."
"Really?"
"You were a bossy little thing." I smile at the memory. "Not that I minded."
"No… I… No." She shakes her head. "I've never made any demands."
"You did last night."
"Was that it?"
"Fuck no." I play with her top button as I shift back into character. "Take that off now, baby. Take everything off. I want to look at every inch you." I grind my hips against hers. "I want to feel that hard cock in my mouth."
"No. I didn't-" Her eyes meet mine. Her cheeks turn the color of a tomato. "I did, didn't I?"
"I could go on."
"No. This is embarrassing enough."
"Nothing embarrassing about asking for you want."
Still, her cheeks flush. "I was so shy with Stan, my ex-boyfriend. Once he asked me to talk dirty and I froze. I couldn't do it."
"Apparently, you learned."
"Really?"
I nod.
She gives me a long, slow once-over. "I guess you bring out my bad girl."
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MORE About Dangerous Rock
I’m married to a rock star.
And I don’t even know his last name.
Bella
There’s a tall, tattooed man in my bed.
Not any tall, tattooed man.
He’s a rock star.
A sex god.
And now he’s my husband.
Last night, I married Joel.
It’s ridiculous. I’m a good girl. I don’t get into trouble. I don’t look twice at bad boys. I can’t stay married to a rock star.
But there’s something about Joel. Not just the way his green eyes light up when he smiles, or the way he makes me laugh, or the way he makes me shake with pleasure–
I’m not sure I can walk away.
Joel
Bella Chase is a challenge.
With the tight bun and the cute cardigan, she’s as prim and proper as they come.
My only plan for the night is getting her under me, screaming my name.
Filling her with so much pleasure she begs me to stop.
I didn’t plan on marrying her.
But now that she’s my wife, I’m not about to let her go.
I’m married to a rock star.
And I don’t even know his last name.
Bella
There’s a tall, tattooed man in my bed.
Not any tall, tattooed man.
He’s a rock star.
A sex god.
And now he’s my husband.
Last night, I married Joel.
It’s ridiculous. I’m a good girl. I don’t get into trouble. I don’t look twice at bad boys. I can’t stay married to a rock star.
But there’s something about Joel. Not just the way his green eyes light up when he smiles, or the way he makes me laugh, or the way he makes me shake with pleasure–
I’m not sure I can walk away.
Joel
Bella Chase is a challenge.
With the tight bun and the cute cardigan, she’s as prim and proper as they come.
My only plan for the night is getting her under me, screaming my name.
Filling her with so much pleasure she begs me to stop.
I didn’t plan on marrying her.
But now that she’s my wife, I’m not about to let her go.
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Crystal Kaswell writes scorching hot new adult romance. When she isn't writing, she is chain drinking tea, binge watching Law and Order, practicing yoga, or debating which fictional character would be the best in bed. She lives in Portland, OR with her husband.
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