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
so when she meets him on a night out, she takes him up on his simple proposal:
One night of fun. Hot sex.
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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“This,” she says, pointing to the trees curving around my wrist. “So random. What do they mean?”
“Home,” I answer instantly. “My house has been surrounded by these trees my whole life. I travel so much, sometimes the only time I can remember is when I’m on a tour bus, traveling down the interstate, brushing my teeth. And this helps me remember.”
“And this?” she tugs down the collar of my shirt. “ ‘One, two, three, four’?”
“The words I say before every song,” I explain, thinking of the words that are inked collarbone to collarbone. “Four of the most important words I’ll ever say.”
“And these?” She lifts my shirt this time, revealing the lyrics curving around my left side.
“The lyrics from the first song we ever wrote. It was fucking garbage and never recorded, but the lines are everything to me.”
“ ‘It’s you, baby, it’s you / Your smile, your hair, your lips, your touch,’ ” she reads aloud, finger tracing across the ink wrapping around my side.
“Stop,” I groan, shoving my shirt back down and pushing her hands away.
“Come on!” she laughs. “All of it, Aidan!”
“Fine. I’ll just read it next time we line up.”
“You’re gonna have sex with me just to read the tattoo?”
“No.” She sits up and, resting her hand on the grass by the side of my head, looks down at me. “I’m going to make you think we’re having sex, read your tattoo, then run away.”
“What makes you think I’ll let you run away?”
“Didn’t say I’d get very far,” she mutters.
“Do you have an answer for everythin’?”
“Do you have a question for it?” Her delicate brows curve upward, questions in her eyes. “Precisely,” she continues before I can answer. “As long as you keep askin’, I’ll keep answerin’.”
“I have a question.” I sit up, fighting my smile, and push her hair from her eyes. “Can I kiss you?”
Her lips part, shock flickering in her eyes, before she closes her mouth. She shakes her head, a smile forming, and meets my eyes. “Well played, rocker boy. Well played.”
“That isn’t an answer.”
“Yes,” she sighs, leaning forward to kiss me. She tastes like candy apples and soda, sweetness overload, and it would be so easy to get high on her right now.
“There,” she says softly, pulling back. “Answered.”
“Acknowledgment,” I correct her, pulling her closer to me. “This is your answer.”
I kiss her long and hard and deep until I’m sure I really am high on her.
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.
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