Title: Rock Your Heart Out (Sinful Serenade #3) by Crystal Kaswell
Publication date: March 10th 2016
Genres: New Adult, Romance
There’s a naked rockstar in my hotel room.
And he’s pierced.
Willow Denton needs to get out of town fast. Her only option is joining her brother’s band on tour. Ten weeks with misbehaved men doesn’t sound so bad. Until she walks in on the drummer naked and sporting a spanking new piercing. There’s no way the player rock star will ever think of her as more than his BFF’s little sister. Better to focus on her photography. As soon as she stops thinking about him in her bed, against the wall, in the backseat of his car…
Sinful Serenade drummer Tom Steele is a wrecking ball. Bossy. Pushy. Hot as the molten center of the Earth. He’s not afraid to use his body or his fame to get what he wants– a different girl every night of the week (and three on Sunday). The man may be a whore but he can control himself. He’s going to keep an eye on Willow, be her friend. That’s it.
Their sizzling sexual chemistry makes this whole platonic things hard.
But there’s no way he’ll cross the line with the girl he’s supposed to protect.
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About the Author
Crystal Kaswell writes steamy new adult and erotic romance books. She loves when flawed characters fall head over heels for each other. Especially if they fall into bed first. She loves police procedurals, tea, and The Hunger Games series. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband.
The room is dark except for the yellow light streaming from under the closed bathroom door. Quiet except for the tap-tap-tap of the shower.
Then there’s no more tap-tap-tap. The shower is off.
I grope the wall for the light switch. Nothing. Still dark.
Okay. No big deal. My brother knows I’m coming. I knock just in case my ETA text messages didn’t get through. “Drew. It’s me. Take your time.”
No response. Maybe he didn’t hear me. I go to knock again but the handle turns.
The bathroom door pulls open. Light pours into the main room. It surrounds a muscular man in a soft, yellow glow.
That’s not Drew.
Thank God, because he’s naked.
Completely and totally naked.
There’s a strange naked man in Drew’s hotel room, and he’s between me and the exit.
I take a step backwards. There’s nowhere to go. I’m against the wall. My heart beat speeds up. This guy doesn’t look menacing but that’s not enough to convince the nerves in my stomach to settle.
“Hey. Didn’t think you were coming,” he says.
His voice is calm. Not threatening.
I take a deep breath. This must be an innocent mistake. The guy at the front desk gave me the wrong key.
Please let it be an innocent mistake.
“Alice?” he asks.
I shake my head. I’m not Alice. Given the way he’s standing, tall and proud and utterly naked, she must be a sexual partner.
He reaches for something and the room illuminates. He’s no longer highlights on hard muscles. Actually, he’s really familiar. Green eyes. Dark blond hair hanging wet around his face. Soft lips curled into a welcoming smile.
I know him. Know who he is.
Relief floods my limbs as I exhale. That’s him. Tom Steele, the drummer in my guitarist brother’s alternative rock band, Sinful Serenade.
He’s not dangerous. He’s my brother’s best friend.
Give or take. Drew isn’t really the friendly type.
“Did you change your hair?” he asks. “Your nose maybe? Don’t get me wrong. You look good. Just different.”
I shake my head. My mouth is too sticky to form words.