is not suitable for slut shamers, uptight stone throwers,
Holier-Than-Thou prudes, humorless virgins, persons with chronic neck or
back pain, pearl-clutching bitties, those who disparage crude humor or
vulgarity in their many forms, closed-minded people with sticks up their
asses, or anyone under the age of 18. The vile, base language and
shocking, unholy sexual acts contained herein are not condoned by anyone
with a lick of sense and should certainly not be reproduced without
proper training and protection. The potty-mouthed and perpetually horny
"heroine" (the term is used loosely) of this book does not resemble a
normal, well-adjusted, or remotely believable person in any way, shape,
or form. The author acknowledges that the characters in this book are
shallow and two-dimensional; the plot is both ridiculous and insipid. She makes no apologies for any of it.
* Readers are strongly advised to wear latex gloves whilst reading to minimize contamination risks.
musician Letty Dillinger adheres to a strict, "no strings attached"
policy when it comes to men. After a wild night of unabashed sex in a
fancy hotel room, she never expects to see the adventurous stud she dubs
"Shades" again. When her all-girl rock trio books a tour at the last
minute as the opening act for their archenemies, Letty's shocked to
discover she knows the competition's new lead singer. Intimately. Shades
is no longer a one-night stand. Now he's the guy she has to one-up on
stage every night for the sake of her career.
close quarters on a bus with her sexy nemesis and his bad-boy buddies
puts Letty's Golden Rule to the test. On this tour, guitar strings
aren't the only things being played. And when heartstrings are pulled
too hard, they're bound to snap sooner or later.
is specially formulated for horn dogs, porn oglers, smut peddlers, BDSM
junkies, M/M and M/M/F addicts, DP dabblers, body modification
connoisseurs, and lovers of A2M backdoor sexy times. If you don't fall
into these categories, can't stomach hot man-on-man action, or if you
have no idea what the above acronyms mean, please back away from BEATS
now. This isn't the book you're looking for. Failure to heed this
warning could inadvertently throw unauthorized users into a persistent
vegetative state, or at the very least, require administration of a
defibrillator to the chest and/or groin area. Nobody wants that.
months, shy drummer Jinx Hardwick has been silently crushing on her
tall, dark, and scary bandmate, Toombs Badcock. Drawn to his frightening
ink and scars, she yearns to uncover the shadowy secrets lurking behind
his silver eyes, but Jinx is too intimidated to even look at him, let
alone talk to him. When she stumbles upon Toombs and their manipulative
lead guitarist Rax in a compromising position, Jinx realizes her chances
of winning Toombs's heart aren't just a long shot--they're nonexistent.
To make matters worse, Jinx's family needs her at home. She's about to
back away from
it all--Toombs, the band, her dreams of fame and fortune--when Rax
makes her an offer she can't refuse: a no-holds-barred night alone with
Toombs. There's one small catch. She has to go through Rax to get it.
contains 511 F-bombs, 81 well-endowed male chickens, 65 girl kitties,
58 Richard the Lessers, 10 C-U-Next-Tuesdays, and a plethora of other
colorful words and phrases that would deafen your virginal mother's ears
and make her bust out her "Shame on you!" finger. If you've been tuned
in since the beginning of the Hard Rock Harlots series, you know the
drill. The sex is extreme, the language is graphic, and the story is
over the top. Prudes and under 18s need not apply.
addresses serious topics such as alcoholism, prostitution, and
cheating. If you're looking for a barrel of laughs or sunshine and
rainbows, this is NOT the book for you.
Wrathbone is the dirty rock star you love to hate. The filthy fantasy
slithering through your bed sheets. The serpent in your lady garden. The
snake bite in your panties that keeps you sweating all night. He. Is.
And he's no good. For anyone.
a nasty breakup with his best friend and their band's drummer, Rax is
flying solo for the first time in years. Who needs the drama of
commitment when the line for your humping booth spans three city blocks?
No, groupies and liquor are far finer company than relationships, and
they don't leave bruises after they've had their way with you. At least
not lasting ones.
new adventures as an alcoholic, guitar-slashing one-man show are going
along swimmingly until the only woman who's ever brought him to his
knees shimmies down a pole back into his life. Eve doesn't abide
excessive drinking, she has sex with strangers for a living, and she
can't remember Rax's name to save her life.
She's perfect in every way.
Now, if he could just get sober long enough to forget his past and convince Eve he's worthy of her future…