He’s my rock star crush, my go-to fantasy. And he’s offering to make all my dreams come true…
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Full Blurb
Lacey
Malcolm Strong is the perfect rock star wet dream.
Broad shoulders, inked arms, those piercing blue eyes….
His words are poetry.
His voice is s*x.
He could have any woman he wants.
And he wants me.
No feelings.
No strings attached.
I’m game.
But my heart won’t get in line.
Mal
Lacey is as sweet as she is sassy.
Her innocent brown eyes call all my attention.
She’s supposed to be working on our music video.
Which means I’m not supposed to be picturing her naked.
Spread eagle.
Screaming my name loud enough to wake the neighbors.
I only have one rule: this is staying physical.
But there’s something about Lacey...
I want her heart as much as I want her body.
***Dangerous Fling is a standalone romance set within the Dangerous Noise series***
Excerpt
I'm not supposed to get ideas about Mal and I being together.
About this being more than sex.
But my head is flush with thoughts of the future. Of more. Of all of him.
His gaze shifts from my eyes to my lips to my chest. "Where has that dress been?"
"Waiting for a nice occasion." I push past the flush in my cheeks. "I don't think I've ever worn it."
"Why'd you buy it?" His eyes lock with mine. "Not that I'm complaining."
"Every so often, I get these ideas of some fantasy life I could lead. Maybe it's the filmmaker dreamer thing. This one… well, it came with these heels and black lace lingerie."
He raises a brow like he's considering demanding a look at said lingerie.
"I thought, maybe, this would make Adam want me." I pressed my lips together. Already, I can feel the sting of rejection in my fingertips. I can taste its bitterness on my tongue. "It didn't."
"That's on him."
I swallow hard. "Maybe."
Mal's voice drops an octave. "Lacey, tell me what I have to do to convince you he was an idiot and I'll do it."
"I don't know."
"You were right to leave."
My breath catches in my throat. This is not the conversation I want to have right now. Already, my skin is crawling. "I don't know—"
"I do." He shifts out of his side of the booth and slides next to me. His knee presses against mine. His fingertips skim the hem of my dress.
Thoughts slip away at an alarming rate.
I can't think with Mal this close.
God, he smells good.
He leans down to bring his lips to my ear. "You have any idea how much you drive me out of my mind?"
"No," I breathe. I'm not sure I have any ideas right now. I'm not sure I'll ever have another idea with the way my thoughts are screaming Need. Mal. Now.
He wants me.
Even though it's clear as day, it feels impossible.
"I was hard the entire drive to your place." He pushes my dress up a few inches. His fingertips skim my inner thigh. "Thinking about sliding my hand between your legs." He drags his fingertips higher. "Thinking about driving my fingers into your slick cunt."
I shudder from his touch.
"Thinking about bending you over my knee and rolling your dress to your waist…" He presses his lips to my neck with a soft kiss. Then a hard one.
His fingers mover higher, higher, almost. Fuck.
"Mal," I breathe.
"You want me to spank you, baby?"
"I… yes, I think so."
"To tie you up?"
I nod.
He drags his lips over the edge of my jaw as he pulls back. His blue eyes fix on me. He studies my expression like it's poetry. "You liked the mix of pain and pleasure."
My cheeks flush. My sex clenches.
Mal's pupils dilate. I'm reacting to him. He's reacting to me. It's fucking poetry.
He rubs me over my panties. His expression screams I bet you wish you followed orders right now.
"I love how earnest you are about this." His voice is a low growl. "It drives me out of my mind."
"Really?"
"Joel always says I like ingenues."
"Do you?"
"I like you." He drags his lips over my neck. "You're the sexiest woman in the entire universe. You should feel it."
I swallow hard.
"I'm going to make you feel like you deserve every drop of my desire." He strokes me over my panties. "I want to make you feel so much pleasure you can't take it, Lacey."
God, that impossibly soft touch, the heat of his breath, the low, demanding voice… It's official. Mal's a sex god. My fantasies were right.
I'm not supposed to get ideas about Mal and I being together.
About this being more than sex.
But my head is flush with thoughts of the future. Of more. Of all of him.
His gaze shifts from my eyes to my lips to my chest. "Where has that dress been?"
"Waiting for a nice occasion." I push past the flush in my cheeks. "I don't think I've ever worn it."
"Why'd you buy it?" His eyes lock with mine. "Not that I'm complaining."
"Every so often, I get these ideas of some fantasy life I could lead. Maybe it's the filmmaker dreamer thing. This one… well, it came with these heels and black lace lingerie."
He raises a brow like he's considering demanding a look at said lingerie.
"I thought, maybe, this would make Adam want me." I pressed my lips together. Already, I can feel the sting of rejection in my fingertips. I can taste its bitterness on my tongue. "It didn't."
"That's on him."
I swallow hard. "Maybe."
Mal's voice drops an octave. "Lacey, tell me what I have to do to convince you he was an idiot and I'll do it."
"I don't know."
"You were right to leave."
My breath catches in my throat. This is not the conversation I want to have right now. Already, my skin is crawling. "I don't know—"
"I do." He shifts out of his side of the booth and slides next to me. His knee presses against mine. His fingertips skim the hem of my dress.
Thoughts slip away at an alarming rate.
I can't think with Mal this close.
God, he smells good.
He leans down to bring his lips to my ear. "You have any idea how much you drive me out of my mind?"
"No," I breathe. I'm not sure I have any ideas right now. I'm not sure I'll ever have another idea with the way my thoughts are screaming Need. Mal. Now.
He wants me.
Even though it's clear as day, it feels impossible.
"I was hard the entire drive to your place." He pushes my dress up a few inches. His fingertips skim my inner thigh. "Thinking about sliding my hand between your legs." He drags his fingertips higher. "Thinking about driving my fingers into your slick cunt."
I shudder from his touch.
"Thinking about bending you over my knee and rolling your dress to your waist…" He presses his lips to my neck with a soft kiss. Then a hard one.
His fingers mover higher, higher, almost. Fuck.
"Mal," I breathe.
"You want me to spank you, baby?"
"I… yes, I think so."
"To tie you up?"
I nod.
He drags his lips over the edge of my jaw as he pulls back. His blue eyes fix on me. He studies my expression like it's poetry. "You liked the mix of pain and pleasure."
My cheeks flush. My sex clenches.
Mal's pupils dilate. I'm reacting to him. He's reacting to me. It's fucking poetry.
He rubs me over my panties. His expression screams I bet you wish you followed orders right now.
"I love how earnest you are about this." His voice is a low growl. "It drives me out of my mind."
"Really?"
"Joel always says I like ingenues."
"Do you?"
"I like you." He drags his lips over my neck. "You're the sexiest woman in the entire universe. You should feel it."
I swallow hard.
"I'm going to make you feel like you deserve every drop of my desire." He strokes me over my panties. "I want to make you feel so much pleasure you can't take it, Lacey."
God, that impossibly soft touch, the heat of his breath, the low, demanding voice… It's official. Mal's a sex god. My fantasies were right.
Meet Crystal
Crystal Kaswell is the author of the Sinful Serenade series. She writes steamy new adult romance with flawed characters. She loves police procedurals, tea, and The Hunger Games series. She lives in Portland, OR with her husband.
