Hero: Jonny ‘Slater’ Vaughn. An up and coming musician whose phenomenal talent is only eclipsed by his sexual escapades.  He wants the lights, the glitter, the fame and no one is going to stop his rise to stardom…not even a beautiful woman who makes him want more for the first time in his life.

Heroine: Emmie Valencia. An assistant to one of the top music producers, Emmie is ready to step out of his shadow and make a name for herself in the industry. Emmie is attracted to Slater and thinks he and his band have a good chance at making it to the top, but having been burnt before by a rock star, she refuses to go down that path again.

I saw Jane from Dear Author rec this series so I decided to give it a try as our tastes generally run the same. And I’m glad I did. A well written  rock star contemporary romance that showcases an up and coming band with fabulous characterization, an interesting look in the music industry, plenty of humor and angst, and some incredible sexual chemistry.

The following scene is long but I found it sexy AND highly amusing. Slater has quite the dirty mouth and Emmie may be more then even he can handle.

Slater snapped. Abruptly, he grabbed her ass, sliding his hands between her legs. His thighs snapped together, and he set her down so she straddled him. She exhaled, looking startled and a little scared. His hands dug into the delicious flesh of her ass, holding her tightly in place.

It took everything he had not to suck those pretty pink lips into his mouth, slide his tongue inside, and relieve all this want. He wanted to feel her fingers clutching him, her arms pulling him closer.

He closed his eyes and breathed her in. And then he leaned toward her, his mouth at her ear. “I can smell you.”

She sucked in a breath, her muscles tightening, her body pulling away. But he held her firmly.

“I think it wouldn’t take much to show you how wild you can be. I think if I slipped my hand underneath your little cotton shorts, I’d find you wet for me. I bet your juicy pussy would like my fingers inside you, and you’d be squirming on my lap, and in about a minute your body would go off like a rocket.”

Her breathing sounded labored. She arched her back, bringing those sweet nipples right up to his bare chest. Close, but not touching.

“But I’m not going to be the man that makes you go wild. And not because you’re Derek’s sister. And not because Derek’s right about me. He’s not. It’s because while I do, on some level, like your vision of sharing my life with a girl in a cottage on the lake, it’s not something I would even contemplate for years. Because I’m going to become the rock legend my dad groomed me to be. I’m going to play stadiums, tour the world, make acceptance speeches, and give interviews. And nothing—not even a pretty, sexy girl who tempts me like no one else ever has—is going to sway me.”

She stilled. Her breathing erratic.

He was glad he’d finally put it out there. No doubt he’d put an end to the whole bra-less thing every day. He’d probably hurt her, but it had to be done. They couldn’t keep torturing each other. He’d done the right thing.

But instead of getting off his lap, she leaned forward, mimicking what he’d just done by whispering into his ear. “I can see your arousal.”

Desire raged so fast and hard, his whole body tightened, blood surging into his cock. He shifted his shorts to better conceal the hard-on tenting them.

She licked her lips. “I can see how badly you need to release all that pent-up lust. But I’m not going to be the woman who gives you the release you so desperately need. And it’s not because I’m not attracted to you. You know I am.”

Her hips tilted forward, rolling on his thighs.

He could feel the heat of her, and he didn’t think he could stand one more second of this intimacy without being inside her. Her expression, more sultry than any of the seductive women he’d ever met in his life, nearly gave him a heart attack.

Her breath at his ear singed his skin. “You know I can’t sleep at night for wanting you so badly. And you can probably guess what I do to make myself fall asleep. I have to kick off the covers, close my eyes, and pretend you’re there while I touch myself, imagining it’s your mouth, your hands on me.” She sighed.“But I’m not going to give you that release because, while I do want to know what it would feel like to have you in my bed, it’s not something I would even consider. I would never risk my heart to a virgin.”

He pulled back to look at her. Was she joking? What could she possibly mean?

“You may have screwed a hundred different women, come thousands of times in your life, but you’ve never once made love. You don’t know what it feels like to come inside the body of the woman you are madly . . .”

She brushed her lips over his cheek, rocking her hips gently on his thighs.

“Desperately.” She said it all breathy and seductive.

Her mouth brushed his ear, making him harder than he’d ever been in his life.

“In love with. So you’ll only ever skim the surface of your sexuality, much the same way you’ll only ever skim the surface of your life since you’re so set on living your dad’s idea of happiness and not your own. Why would I ever waste my love, my desire, my longing, on a man who’s only living a half life? I want a man who knows himself, knows what he wants, and lives a life that’s completely and utterly authentic. Not some guy chasing someone else’s dream.”

She leaned back. “Now, do you want the haircut or not?”

You Really Get Me by Ericka Kelly is the first in the series and available now of purchase.

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