★ 3 Nights With a Rockstar (Half-Life #1)★
Author: Amber Lin and Shari Slade
Release Date: June 2, 2014
Band website: Half Life Books
When Hailey crashes a Half-Life after party, she expects to find the bastard who knocked up her little sister. Instead she meets the sexy front-man who agrees to give her access to his crew if she gives him access to her body.
All Lock demands in return is three days of complete control over the Sunday School teacher. With a contract, because he’s been burned before. One misstep could send the band—and his tenuous sobriety—up in flames.
Hailey and Lock push each other’s limits… Against the penthouse window. Backstage. In the limo and on the elevator. But as the contract counts down, neither are ready for the party to end.
My rating: 3.5 of 5 stars
Hailey is a preschool teacher who has been taking care of her younger sister for most of their lives. When her sister returns home pregnant after touring with the band Half-Life Hailey decides it is her responsibility to figure out the father is and make him take responsibility. She borrows some of her sisters "wild" clothing and goes to the hotel to try and get some answers. She runs into Lock, the lead singer of Half-Life who agrees to let her hang around and ask questions in exchange for three days of being at his beck and call. One contract alter and Hailey finds herself experiencing an intense sexual connection unlike any she has knows. While she struggles to get information about her sister, she also struggles with forming an attachment to a man she knows she will never see again when the contract expires when the three days are up. Lock finds himself experiencing all kinds of emotions he never expected when he and Hailey start their sexual relationship. He has messed up a lot in his life and with his band, but one year sober he is going to start to try and make some better decisions from her on in.
While the theme of a sexual situation relationship turning emotional isn't a new concept, and neither is the elusive rock star falling for a "real" woman, this book managed to keep things interesting and fresh. I liked that the story wasn't about the rough and raw rock star turning everything around for a woman, but rather two people feeling a strong connection and finding that they could give each other a sexual connection that they both needed. The chemistry between Hailey and Lock was definitely hot, and the sexy scenes were very sexy. The story line with Hailey's sister Chloe was interesting as well, and I liked seeing that play out. I enjoyed that these characters weren't black and white and that they were each complex in they own way, as people in real life are. One thing I would have liked is a little more of everything. A little more development of each character and their story. That said, this book held my interest throughout and I will gladly read more in this series. 3.5 stars.
* An ARC was provided in exchange for an honest review.
Lock managed not to jump the sexy little Sunday school teacher the second her pen left the paper. Her hand had been shaking as she’d signed, and she wasn’t ready for sex. At least not the way he did sex. So he showed her into the restroom and let her freshen up. Meanwhile he conferred with the concierge to get her bag brought up and her car moved to a VIP spot.
When she emerged from the bathroom, he knew she was ready. He knew by the fresh lipstick on her full lips and the resolved set of her chin. But most of all he knew because of the flicker of curiosity in her eyes. Under the fear, she wanted to know what came next.He crooked his finger and beckoned her to him.Her breathing was shallow, her cheeks flushed, and she kept running her fingers through her hair, touching herself. That long blonde hair cascaded around her face in a messy tumble. Bed head, and they hadn’t been anywhere near a bed. Wouldn’t be near one anytime soon if he had his way. Which he would. This was his show.She tugged the hem of her short skirt so it covered a sliver more thigh, drew her shoulders back, and crossed the room, steady on her bare feet. She should be plucking daisies, not padding across the plush carpet of his penthouse suite. “Your wish is my command.”No more preamble. If she was really going to do this, he’d know now for sure. “I’m going to fuck you against that window over there, and I’m not going to be nice about it. Do you like to hurt, Hailey?”Her name was a weapon on his lips. A sharp thing he could use to lash her. Every time he said it, he watched her tense. This time she wobbled, her answering nod barely perceptible, her coltish legs giving way under the weight of his regard. And he liked it.She wanted this thrill, and at the moment finding her sister’s baby daddy didn’t have much to do with it. Her eyes held wariness and guilt—but most of all, excitement. As if his proposition had jolted her awake. More awake than she’d ever been in her drowsy little East Podunk life, he’d lay money on it.He’d woken up on stage like that, the whiskey haze parting long enough for fear to creep in, adrenaline spiking into his bloodstream as he fumbled for an instant and then…click. Everything slipping into its proper place. The music. The band. The crowd. All of it more alive, more real, brighter and sharper because he’d come so close to disaster.Do you like to hurt, Hailey? He’d asked her, and she could only nod.He’d hurt her so good she’d give voice to that desire before he was through. She knew it. He knew it. The subtext breathed in the air around them, a living thing, that damned contract come to life. She wants this. She wants the lurid celeb fantasy. The shock, the pulse-pounding vibrancy that only exists on the edge of a bad decision.He’d take her there.“Take off your clothes,” he said, a little too harshly, his urgency coming out as hard-edged gruffness.It didn’t scare her away. She wants that too. She fingered the button of her cardigan, uncertain, and then popped them all in a rush, exposing a silver tank that dipped low over her cleavage. Fuck. Surprisingly lush curves on her willowy frame, and smooth, pale skin.He shifted in his seat, imagining his cock between her breasts. Making them slick, squeezing them together, and thrusting, thrusting, thrusting until he came all over her neck. Jesus, he hadn’t even seen them yet. She put a hand to her throat as if she could read his mind. As if every dirty thought he’d ever had was flashing on his face. And she knew. Why was she taking so fucking long to undress?
About the Authors:
Amber Lin writes erotic romance with damaged souls and deep emotion.
Her debut novel, Giving It Up, received The Romance Review’s Top Pick, Night Owl Top Pick, and 5 Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies. RT Book Reviews gave it 4.5 stars, calling it “truly extraordinary.” She has been published by Loose Id, Carina Press, and Entangled.
Amber married her high school sweetheart, birthed a kid who’s smarter than she is, and spends her nights writing down her dirty thoughts. In other words, life is good.
Shari Slade is a snarky optimist. A would-be academic with big dreams and very little means. When she isn’t toiling away in the non-profit sector, she’s writing gritty stories about identity and people who make terrible choices in the name of love (or lust). Somehow, it all works out in the end. If she had a patronus it would be a platypus.