Hot For Me by Tam DeRudder Jackson 💕 Book Tour and $25 Gift Card Giveaway 💕(Rock Star Romance)

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But if he finds out the truth, will he still be hot for me?

Adam

A bonafide pop diva, all sass and scandal, Cristy Valor commands headlines wherever she goes. The tabloids love her—and love to hate her. From the first time her sexy alto voice rolls over me, she has all my attention. When she joins Balefire on our latest tour, she sashays across the stage in her wild-ass costumes and parties hard enough to keep up with my boys and me. She drives me batsh*t-crazy—and I love every second of it.

Sex on stilettos.

Pure trouble.

Our sizzling chemistry could shoot a rocket into space, and it's not long before I crave her. For the first time in my life, I want to share everything with a woman. But Cristy is hiding something, something that holds her back from giving me all of herself. She's about to find out that I'm a patient man—and I always get what I want.

Cristy

Adam Tron is the poster boy for tall, dark, and sexy. His bass rhythms are enough to make me cream my panties every time I hear them. Flirting with him during our live shows is a rush but nothing compared to what happens when I finally give in to my lust and share his bed. The problem is, sex isn't all he wants.

For my entire career, I've set the narrative, teased the tabloids with scandals that kept them too busy to look into my past, too busy to discover the secret that could end the party for good. Adam Tron could wreck me, steal my heart—and my music. I can't let him in. I can't let him discover the secret behind the nightmares I have nearly every night. He thinks he can slay all my monsters, and it would be so easy to let him. But if he finds out the truth, will he still be hot for me?

Unlike our first show, Cristy didn’t change her costume again before the end of our last set. When we stepped backstage to catch our breaths before the encore, I expected to see her, maybe tell her how fucking awesome she’d been out there. But she didn’t join us. The crowd’s demands for more didn’t leave me time to ponder the situation as I downed a bottle of water and joined my guys back out in front of the frenzied fans.

As we played the first few notes of “Something’s Gotta Give,” Cristy skipped onstage to join us. I had to work hard to maintain my concentration on the song as she danced for the audience in an outfit that reminded me of Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. That is, if Dorothy only wore the blue plaid apron part of her dress over some kind of frilly underskirt that barely covered her ass. And those shoes? Red-sequined stilettos fitted with enormous bows? So fucking hot.

She sashayed her way from Dakota to Blu, drawing everyone into the party she was having with us. Right as we came to the pause before the bridge, she deliberately stepped in my direction, the look in her eyes a dare—pure trouble. I didn’t even try to stop the grin spreading over my face as I watched her come for me.

“We’re not in Kansas anymore, are we boys?” she purred during the bridge as she ran a bright blue manicured nail down the middle of my chest.

My breath caught in my throat. My fingers stilled on my bass for one note. And Cristy Valor laughed. I swear she gave her ass an extra shake just for me as she strutted toward the front of the stage.

I finished playing the show in a daze. As the last notes of the final encore reverberated off the back of the stadium, the five of us stepped to the front of the stage, made our final bow, and ran backstage together. Cristy fist-bumped and high-fived each of us as we laughed in pure joy. What a fucking rush.

Before we split to go to our respective dressing rooms, she leaned up and whispered in my ear, “See you in a few minutes.”

Like an idiot, I stood there grinning my face off. Jack rescued me from looking like a total moron when he dropped his arm over my shoulder. “Come on, Tron. Let’s hit the showers. Then we can play with the ladies.”

All I wanted was a chance. Now I need a second one.JackWhen I made my deal with the devil, I thought I was on my way to my rock ’n’ roll dream. Too bad I didn’t read the fine print. Having it all meant giving up the only girl I knew I’d ever love. Five years later, I’m drumming in the hottest rock band in the country, but I live like a monk.Fate hands me an opportunity to reconnect with my perfect girl, giving me one glorious night with Clio Barnes. Our chemistry is off the charts. Too bad fate plays by her own rules. When Clio hears my bandmate’s idea of a joke, she believes I’ve used her, dissolved our love into a one-night stand, and she blows out of my life. When our tour ends, I’m determined to find her again, no matter how well she hides from me.ClioAll my life, I’ve been invisible. For a brief moment five years ago, Jack Whitehorse saw me. And he made me feel like the center of his universe. But that was an illusion. Music was Jack’s only love. A chance encounter after a Balefire concert allows us to reconnect, but once again, I’m playing second fiddle to his rock ’n’ roll muse.When the pregnancy test comes back positive, I decide to keep our baby secret. I can’t force Jack to play for me—I wouldn’t want to. Then he shows up unexpectedly one day, knocking on my door and demanding to be let in. He leaves me no choice but to tell him about the baby. Turns out, I wasn’t the only one with a secret. But the one he’s been keeping might end us for good.

Blu

My entire life is my music—and all the trappings that come with it. Sex, booze, and rock 'n' roll is all I ever wanted. Touring the world as the lead singer of Balefire, I have it all. Until on hiatus, I meet the girl next door. Ashleigh Baker is nothing like the groupies and celebrities who usually have all my attention. In her cute floppy hat with her knees stained with dirt, she spends her days creating a flowering show piece from her rented yard. She's the most gorgeous woman I've ever met, and she acts like she doesn't want a damn thing to do with me. But from the moment I laid eyes on her, she's all I can think about.

Ashleigh

Growing up the only child of an Air Force Colonel, all I wanted was to stay in one place for more than a minute. When I score a pretty little house with a long-term lease, I just want to grow my flowers and my freelancing gig as a music reviewer. Then a loud Harley wakes me from a sound sleep and I discover my neighbor is Blu Connolly. Yeah, that Blu Connolly, lead singer for my favorite band Balefire. With his killer good looks and panty-melting voice, he's a walking temptation to sin. Though I do my best to avoid him, it seems Blu has other ideas. He's on a mission to wear me down, let him in, but what happens when he stops wanting to sing for me?

Dakota

Annabelle Stewart, all tight leather skirt and hot lace panties, thundered into my life for one night after a rock show and calmly drove away the next day. She should have been like any other one-night stand I've had over the last ten years touring with Balefire. But she wasn't. At odd moments, I catch myself thinking about her, wondering if I made as big an impression on her as she did on me. Then I walk into the rehearsal for our drummer's wedding, and who's standing with the bride? The hottie who keeps me awake with thoughts of our one night together. Beautiful, smart, and sassy as hell, Annabelle sets me on fire with her kisses and leaves me hanging. But I've got plans for her.

Annabelle

I never expected to see him again. Two years after hooking up with Dakota Perri after a Balefire concert, I'd convinced myself that night was a fantasy. But the way he looks at me during Jack and Clio's wedding, like he remembers every second of our one-night stand, lights me up. Too bad I blew it. Then I score a management internship with the band, an opportunity guaranteed to land me a scholarship with a top graduate program-if I don't earn a reputation for sleeping my way to success. Which is a problem. I see Dakota every day. Every time we're together, the sparks fly faster and hotter. If I want to achieve my goals, I have to resist him. But how can I resist a man as panty-meltingly hot as Dakota Perri when he says he's wild for me?

Tam DeRudder Jackson is the author of the paranormal romance Talisman Series and the contemporary romance Balefire Series. Her favorite “room” in her house is her patio where she dreams up stories of romance and risk. When she’s not writing her latest paranormal or contemporary romance, you can find her driving around in her convertible or carving turns on the slopes of the local ski hill. The mom of two grown sons, Tam likes to travel, attend rock concerts, watch football and soccer, and visit old car shows with her husband. She lives in the mountains of northwest Wyoming where she spends most of her free time trying to read all the books. Her TBR piles are threatening to take over her office, and she’s fine with that.