Ultimate Rockstar Romance eBook Bundle
Ultimate Rockstar Romance eBook Bundle
Synopsis
Synopsis
Good Girl
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āHot damn, this series is amazing. Funny, sweet, raw, emotional and freaking hot!ā -Amazon Reviewer
My job is to keep rockstar Jax Jamieson out of troubleā¦Not to fall for him.
When I took an internship on rock god Jax Jamiesonās tour, I never thought heād look twice at me. Heās older, cocky, jaded and nothing like the college guys Iām used to.
Heās gorgeous, rich, talented, and the biggest rockstar in the world.
Too bad I rubbed him the wrong way on day one.
Now he takes divine pleasure in making my life hell. During soundcheck. On the road. At the hotel after shows.
I need this job for reasons he can never know. Thatās why I have to be cool under that smoldering gaze and arrogant grin.
The bigger problem is when the cynicism slips away, exposing the cracks beneath. When he lets his guard down to tell me things he hasnāt told a soul.
Because a million women scream his name...
But he whispers mine.
Love Notes
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āThis one gets all the stars. Stories like this are why I read NA romance. Those overwhelming feelings and teenage firsts...this book has them all!ā
When Tyler Adams knocked on my door, he was a broken prince with a wicked smile.
A god with a guitar.
I donāt trust musicians, but he was different. His quiet intensity called to me like nothing ever had.
At seventeen, I offered him my home, my life, my heartā¦
He stole them all.
"All the feels. All the angst. All the drama. And that ending, gah!" Siobhan Davis, USA Today bestselling author
Look inside Good Girl Chapter 1
Look inside Good Girl Chapter 1
Nothing in twenty years prepares me for that man on his knees. ā©
Naked to the waist. ā©
Sweat gleaming on his shoulders. ā©
The spotlight caresses the ridges of a body cut from stone as though it wants to follow him around forever.
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Maybe it does.ā©
But heās not stone. His skin would be warm, not cold. ā©
Silhouetted hands reach for him over the edge of the stage, like something out of Danteās Inferno. Souls in hell grasping for their last chance at heaven.
That seems misguided because the way Jax Jamieson grips a mic is straight-up sinful. ā©
Next to the poster is a photo of four men in tuxes, gold statues in their hands. ā©Weāre attracted to gold for its sheen, its promise of something elite and revered and sacred. ā©
My gaze drags back to the man in the poster.
Elite. Revered. Sacred.ā©
āIāve read your resume. Now tell me why youāre really qualified.āā©
The dress pants that were a bad damn idea slip on the seat. The polyester scrapes along my skin, and I force eye contact with the woman interviewing me.
āI reset at least two hundred undergrad passwords a week. And I make a lot of coffee. My roommate says Iām better than the baristas at her cafĆ©.āā©
āExcuse me?āā©
The printed job description sticks to my fingers. āāTechnical support and other duties as appropriate.ā Thatās what you mean, right? Rebooting computers and making coffee?ā ā©
She holds up a hand. āMiss Telfer, Wicked Records is the only private label that has survived everything from Napster to streaming. There are two hundred applications for this internship. Our interns write and produce music. Run festivals.āā©
The woman looks as if she missed getting tickets to the Stonesā Voodoo Lounge tour and has been holding a grudge ever since. ā©
Or maybe she was the next one into the record store behind me the day I found Dark Side of the Moon on vinyl in Topeka.ā©
Itās probably not a fair assessment. Under that harsh exterior, she could be genuinely kind and passionate about music.ā©Maybe Iām in The Devil Wears Prada and this womanās my Stanley Tucci.ā©
āI run an open mic night on campus,ā I try. āAnd Iām a developer. I write code practically every day, and lot of people fork my repos on GitHub, andā¦ā My gaze sneaks back to the poster. ā©
āDonāt get too excited,ā she warns. āWhoever gets this jobāāher tone says itās not meāāwonāt work with the talent. Especially that talent.ā ā©
Her final questions are nails in my coffin. Closed-ended things like if the address on my forms is right and if the transcripts I submitted are up to date.ā©
She holds out a hand at the end, and I hold my breath.ā©Her skinās cold, like her heart decided not to pump blood that far.ā©
I drop her hand as fast as I can.
Then I shoulder my backpack and slink out the door. ā©The idea that the biggest rock star of the last ten years just saw me bombāeven if it was only his posterāis depressing.ā©
Iām on the second bus back across Philly to campus before the full weight of disappointment hits me. ā©
Are college juniors supposed to have run music festivals in order to pour coffee? Because I missed that memo. ā©
I drop my backpack at our two-bedroom apartment, change out of my weird interview pants and into torn skinny jeans and my momās brown leather jacket, then make two coffees and walk to campus, the UPenn and Hello Kitty travel mugs in tow.ā©
āExcuse me.ā A girl stops me on the way into the cafĆ©, right beside the sign that says Live Music! āThereās a cover tonight.ā ā©
āIām here every week.ā My smile fades when I realize she really has no clue who I am. I point to my chest. āHaley. I get the bands.āā©
āReally?ā She cocks her head. āIāve never noticed you.ā ā©
The table at the back is de facto mine, and I set the travel mugs down before crossing to the stage.ā©The guy there frowns as he plays notes on his guitar with one hand, holding the headphones attached to the soundboard.
When he notices me, a grin splits his face. āHaley. You like the new board?āā©
āI like it if it works.ā I take the headphones and nod at his guitar. ā©
The first chord he plays is like the snapping of a hypnotistās fingers. My world reduces to the vibrations and waves from Daleās guitar. ā©I adjust the levels on the board.
āThere. You should be good.āā©Before I can lift my head, Daleās tugging the headphones off my ears. I jerk back like Iāve been scalded, but he doesnāt notice my jumpiness. ā©His earnest brown eyes are level with mine.
āPerfect, Haley. Thanks, Haley.ā Did he say my name twice? āYou should sing with us tonight.āā©
I glance toward the back of the cafĆ© thatās starting to fill. āAh, I donāt think so. I have toā¦ā
I make a motion with my fingers, and Dale raises a brow.ā©āMasturbate?ā ā©
I frown. āNo. Code.āā©
āRight.āā©I retreat to my table. The second chair is occupied.ā©
āHe tried to touch me,ā I say under my breath.ā©
My roommate Serena tosses her honey-blond hair in a move thatās deceptively casual. āThat asshole.ā
I roll my eyes. āYou know some people communicate affection through touch. Itās even welcomed.āā©
āIn hell,ā I say darkly as I drop into my chair. āWe have our own bodies for a reason. I donāt understand how some people think itās okay to stand super close to someone. And donāt get me started on whispering.ā I shiver, remembering the contact.
āIf I wanted some random person to breathe on my face or grope me? Iād ask for it. Iād stand there waving a sign saying, āPlease God, run your unfamiliar hands all over my skinā.āā©
āIf you did that on campus, there would be a pileup.ā
She winks before turning back to the stage, where Daleās bandmates have joined him and are getting ready to start their set.
āDo you think Dale knows you have a man in your life?" she goes on. "Because heās not getting so much as a āmaybe, if Iām drunkā unless his name is Carter.āā©
āProfessor Carter,ā I remind her. āHeās twenty-eight and has a PhD from MIT.āā©
āWhatever. Heās cute in glasses. But he lost my respect when he bailed on your research assistant gig.āā©
āHe didnāt bail. His funding fell through. It wouldāve been perfect since Iād have more time to work on my program, but at least heās still supervising my senior project next year.āā©
āThatās his job.ā
She snorts. āBut I think he likes you tripping over him.āā©The look she shoots me has me shaking my head as I glance toward the stage.ā©
Daleās no Jax Jamieson, but his latest is pretty good. The bandās super acoustic, and they have a modern sound that plays well with a college crowd. ā©
āCome on,ā Serena presses. āHe doesnāt love having college girls undressing him with their teenage eyes in Comp Sci 101? Yeah right. The man might be young enough to have danced to Britney Spears at prom, but thanks to Mr. āOops, I Did it Again,ā you have two days to find a job so you donāt get kicked out of the co-op program.āā©
I flip open the lid of my computer. āItās my fault, not his. I suck at interviews. I havenāt had to get a job before.ā
Serenaās smile slides, and I wince. āOkay, stop giving me the āsorry your momās deadā look.āā©
āItās not just āsorry your momās dead.ā Thereās a side of āI canāt believe you have to pay your own college.āā
Serenaās parents are loaded and generous.ā©
āIf it wasnāt for the requirement to be employed by an actual company," I say, "I could spend the summer working on my program and enter it in that competition.ā ā©
When my mom died last year, I took a semester off, lost my scholarships, and missed the financial aid deadline. Now I have to come up with tuition myself. I know I can figure it out because a lot of people do it, but if I win the coding competition in July, thatāll help big time.ā©
āWhere were you interviewing today?ā Serena asks.
I blow out a breath. āWicked.āā©
She shifts forward, her eyes brightening. āShit. Did you see him?āā©
I donāt have to ask who she means. A low-grade hum buzzes through me that has nothing to do with the music in the background. ā©
āJax Jamieson doesnāt hang around the studio like a potted fern,ā I point out. āHeās on tour.āā©
āI donāt care what kind of nerd god Carter is. Jax Jamieson is way better with his hands, and his mouth. Any girl would love having that mouth whisper dirty secrets in her ear. Even you.āā©
I shift back in my seat, propping my Converse sneakers on the opposite chair across and fingering the edge of my jacket. ā©
āI donāt need to get laid. Iāve been there.ā I take a sip of coffee, and my brain lights up even before I swallow. āThe travel agent promised Hawaii. Instead it was Siberia.āā©
āCold, numbing, and character building?āā©
āExactly.ā ā©
Sex is awkward at best.ā©What I can deduce from my own meager experience, porn, and Serenaās war stories is that guys like to be teased, squeezed, popped until they burst all over you, at which point theyāre basically deflated hot air balloons taking up the entire bed.ā©
And donāt you tell them what youāre really fantasizing about is when it will be over and you can take a scalding-hot bath. ā©
āMy vibe has more empathy in its first two settings than the guys on campus,ā I go on, and Serena cackles. āIn fact,ā I say, lifting my UPenn travel mug, āI may never have sex again.āā©
āNoooo!āā©
Her protest has me laughing. āPlato said there are two things you should never be angry at: what you can help and what you canāt."
āYeah, well. White men who got to wear bed sheets to dinner said a lot of crazy shit.ā Serenaās green eyes slice through me. āBesides. Iām not angry. Iām planning.ā
I raise a brow.
āTo find you a guy with a tongue thatāll turn you inside out,ā she says proudly.ā©
I shudder. āThatās sweet. Truly. But I didnāt come to school to get laid, Serena.ā Her fake shocked face has me rolling my eyes. āI want to do something that matters.āā©
When I started college, my mom told me I was lucky to have been born now, and her daughter, because Iām free to be whatever I want. By that, she meant a famous painter or a rocket scientist, or straight or gay, an advocate for children or the environment. ā©
Itās not enough. ā©
Serenaās right. Iām obsessed with Jax Jamieson, but itās not because of his hard body or the way he moves or even his voice.ā©
Itās because Jax Jamieson matters. ā©
He matters by opening his mouth, by lifting his guitar, by drawing breath. He matters by taking peopleās hopes, their fears, and spinning poetry with them. ā©
Every time I sit down and listen to Abandon on vinyl on the floor of my bedroom, a coffee in my hands and my eyes falling closed, itās like he matters a little bit more.ā©If I ever meet Jax Jamieson, Iām going to ask him how he does it.ā©
Before Serena can answer, my phone rings. ā©
āHello?āā©
āThis is Wendy from Wicked Records. You got the internship.āā©
Disbelief echoes through me. I glance over my shoulder in case Iām on camera for some reality show.
āBut what about the other two hundred applicants?āā©
āApparently their coffee making left something to be desired. Be here tomorrow at seven thirty.āā©
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āYouāre shivering.āĀ JaxĀ crosses to the couch, and when his gaze drops to my bare arms,Ā his smirk vanishes.Ā
āItās fine.ā
āWhereās your jacket?ā
I swallow. āI lost it.ā
When I risked myĀ ass for this job,Ā I don't say.
But it must be my birthday because heās reaching for the hem of his sweatshirt.
Jax strips it over his head and I catch a glimpse ofĀ rippling back muscles, the tattoos over his arm and across his shoulder dancing along his smooth skin before the T-shirt falls back down.
The walls of the dressing room press inward. Thereās not enough space for him, not to mention for me, for the hammering of my heart and the tightness in my throat.
My rockstar boss is so much hotter in real life than in the poster in my bedroom back home.Ā
He holds out the hoodie to me.Ā
āYouāre loaning me your sweatshirt?ā I'm startled by the intimacy of it.
āKeep it.āĀ
Before I can protest, he grabs a sharpie off a table across the room and scrawls something on the fabric. I lift my hands fast enough to catch the shirt he tosses at my head. āThere. Now itās personalized. You canāt give it back.ā
My fingers dig into the soft fabric.
āThank you.ā I want to tell him I love it. Instead, I hold the sweater up by the shoulders. āI canāt see what you wrote.ā
āJust as well.ā Iām totally imagining the teasing note in his voice as he drops onto the couch next to me.Ā
āSo?ā Jax asks finally, his gaze dropping to the sweatshirt clutched in my hands. āYou gonna put it on or just cuddle?ā
The fabric bunches in my fingers. I donāt take my gaze from his as I shift on the couch, tugging his sweatshirt over my head.
I didnāt expect it to be warm and comforting, but more than thatā¦
God it smells like him. Itās all fabric softener and man, and if fame had a scent I know it would be this.
I shove the hood back, resisting the temptation to fix my hair.Ā
āThere,ā he says, a hint of satisfaction in his voice as his amber eyes darken. āItās like Iām touching you everywhere.ā
Continue Reading Good GirlĀ if you love:
- Rich, famous rockstars
- Smart, self-aware heroines
- Grumpy heroes
- Found family
- Thrilling road trips
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āļø Good Girl
āļø Bad Girl
āļø Wicked Girl
āļø Forever Wicked
āļø BONUSĀ Story -Ā Rockstar Getaway
āļø Love Notes
āļø A Love Song for Liars
āļø A Love Song for Rebels
āļø A Love Song for Dreamers
āļø BONUSĀ Story - A Wicked Holiday Surprise
āļø A Love Song for AlwaysĀ
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I read the first book in the wicked series and fell in love so had to read the rest. Absolutely loved the quirky and easy to love Haley.m and whatās not to love about Jax. The dynamic pull b/w the two and the fight they put up against it was thrilling. I loved following their story over this series and loved getting glimpses of them in the Rivals series. I have read the wicked series and recommend them to anybody. I have truly enjoyed several of Piperās books and think she seems just lovely and admire how involved she is in social media with her fans. I recommend anyone check out any of her books as you will not be disappointed!
This is the first time reading Piper Lawson's work and I binged the entire series in one week... Yes, very little sleep since I also work long hours. I felt the escape was well worth the sleep sacrifice. Piper's characters are well developed and the story had a natural flow. The steamy scenes are like being in a sauna; hot! The fact that the FMC is curvalicious just adds even more depth. The FMC's personal struggles are those many women can relate with. Overall, yes, thoroughly enjoyed!!
I'm about halfway through the bundle and these stories are hitting my emotions hard!!! I love the honest emotions, family time, and steamy one-on-one time!
I really love Haley and Jax. I would have read it in one day if I had time. Very hard to put down!
Wow! I'm hooked! Can't wait for the next book in the series! (Encore!)