DIRTY LIES
RELEASING OCT 12, 2015
Bad boy drummer Aidan Burke of Dirty B takes center stage in
New York Times bestselling author Emma Hart’s hotly anticipated follow-up to
Dirty Past and Dirty Secret!
Aidan Burke is the perfect rebound guy for Jessie Law after
she catches her asshole ex-boyfriend with his hands down some other girl’s
pants. The world-famous drummer of Dirty B isn’t shy about his preference for
no-strings-attached relationships, so when she meets him on a night out, she
takes him up on his simple proposal: One night of fun. Hot sex. Zero
expectations.
But Dirty B’s tour is over, and they’re back in South
Carolina—which means running into Aidan more often than Jessie would like.
When Aidan saves Jessie from her ex-boyfriend by insisting
the two are dating, the band’s manager convinces them to keep up the charade in
the hopes of re-inventing Dirty B’s image as lovable bad boys, as opposed to
d-bags. Now all Aidan and Jessie have to do is put on a very obvious, very
public show to convince everyone their affection is real.
But pretending to be in a relationship is harder than it
seems. Aidan’s hordes of jealous fans have no problem bombarding Jessie with
threatening messages online—and worse. And things only get more complicated
when Jessie realizes her feelings for Aidan may not be so fake after all. Can
Jessie live with the risks? And is Aidan willing to let her?
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EXCERPT
“Your house or my hotel?”
“Hotel?”
“You think I’m gonna take you back
to my mom’s?”
She opens her mouth then closes it
again. “Ah.”
“Ah.” I smile, gently stroking my
thumb across her thigh. “So? Where to? Because you don’t look so sure about
either.”
“I’m not,” she admits softly. “But
hey, I’m already gonna get shit tomorrow because
I left with you, so I may as well earn a damn good reply. That and I’m
technically out for a rebound fuck.”
“So you’re using me,” I murmur, moving
closer and touching my lips to her jaw.
“Only as much as you are me,” she
breathes as I kiss my way around the curve of her jaw to the corner of her
mouth. I linger there for a moment, waiting for her to make the move, because
I’m an asshole, but not that much of an asshole.
“Hotel,” she whispers, her breath
hitching. “Definitely the hotel.”
“Hotel,” I say loudly, reaching to
knock on the partition. “The usual.” One loud rap and the car buzzes as the
engine comes to life.
“The usual?”
“The usual,” I repeat.
Jessie’s face turns into mine, her
brows drawn together and her lips barely a breath from mine.
And, sweet shit, I’ve been fucking
waiting for this all night.
I kiss her, our lips molding
together as I slip my hand around the back of her neck and her hair twines
around my fingers and she grasps the collar of my shirt tightly. Her leg
muscles tense as my mouth moves over hers.
She tastes like fucking cosmos.
Sweet but tangy, sharp but fruity. Just like her. And it’s so fucking delicious
that I pull her farther into me so I can feel more, taste more, of her. She
curves her body into me, one leg lifting and her heel brushing against my calf.
I take my hand from between her legs and grab her hip, maneuvering her on top
of me. Her knees fall to either side of my hips and she gasps as her center
pushes against my already hard cock, straining against my jeans.
The slight part of her lips gives
me the opening I need to flick my tongue against hers. I do it, tentatively,
waiting for her to respond, handing her control I know won’t last.
When she’s on top of me this way,
her pussy against my cock with only two pathetic layers of fabric between us,
my own control is severely waning.
I wrap my arm around her as she
wraps her hand around my neck and grasps my hair and kisses me, tiny moans
leaving her mouth. If I could flip her onto her back and get the driver out of
the car and fuck her right here on the backseat, I would. I would lift that
sinfully tight dress, tug her panties away by whatever means necessary, and
bury myself inside her before she could utter my name.
“Sir? We’re here.”
Author Bio:
By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult
author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful
little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she
fancies - usually wine - and writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with
her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top
Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a
shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a
whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy - unless busy involves doing the
dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.
LINKS:
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