THE SINNERS ARE BACK -
Reissue of the first in a sizzling rock-star
romance series from
romance series from
USA Today bestselling author Olivia Cunning
It’s been months since Brian Sinclair, lead guitarist for the famous rock band, The Sinners, composed anything. Unable to write the music that once flowed so naturally, Brian is lost without his musical mo-jo. But when sexy psychology professor Myrna Evans comes on tour to study groupie mentality, Brian may have found the spark he needs to re-ignite his musical genius. When lust turns to love, will Brian be able to convince Myrna that what they have is more than just a fling, and that now that he’s found his heart’s muse, he doesn’t want to live without her?
Once off the elevator, he followed a sign to the correct corridor, stopped at the door labeled 615, and knocked.
“Just a second,” Myrna called from inside. A small victory. Trey lost the bet.
Brian leaned his forearm against the doorframe to keep himself on his feet and rested his forehead against his arm. He really needed to sleep this off. He hoped she wasn’t hard to satisfy. He wasn’t even sure if he could maintain an erection in his condition.
She finally opened the door and smiled when he lifted his head to look at her. She’d removed her suit jacket, revealing a silky, white camisole and all sorts of creamy white flesh begging for his touch. God, she was fucking hot.
“You really aren’t feeling well, are you?” she asked, her brow furrowed with concern.
He didn’t want to lie, so he said nothing.
She stepped aside. “Come in.”
He pushed off the doorframe and entered her room. She closed the door behind him, and he knew he had to move quickly or Sed would win the bet. Or worse, Jace would win and he’d pass out with his pants around his knees. He turned Myrna to face him and pressed her up against the door with his body. She gasped in surprise just before his mouth claimed hers in a passionate kiss.
She wrenched her head to the side, breathing hard. “What are you doing?”
“I never kiss on the first date.”
“This is our second date.”
She hesitated, her expression thoughtful. “Good point.”
Her fingers slid up his back and tangled in the longish hair at his nape. She closed her eyes and leaned closer. He rested his forearms on the door on either side of her head and tested her eagerness with a gentle brush of his lips against hers. Though his body told him to devour her, his partially functioning brain wanted to treasure the feel of her soft lips against his for the first time. His hands curled into tight fists over her head so they wouldn’t rip off her clothes.
He watched her through half-closed eyes as his lips caressed hers. She responded with total submission—mouth open, body limp, fingers digging into his scalp as if she were trying to control herself. It drove him crazy. And that wasn’t the only thing driving him crazy. The taste of her mouth, her scent, her warm, soft body against his, the barely perceptible sound of longing she made in the back of her throat. Her tongue brushed his lip. His body tensed as if he’d been struck by lightning. She withdrew her tongue, coaxing his into her mouth with gentle strokes. He eagerly followed, caressing her lips with the tip of his tongue, and then touched her tongue with his. When her tongue tentatively caressed his in return, his eyes drifted closed.
After several moments, he pulled away and gazed down at her in the low light coming from the bathroom.
“I didn’t ask you to come to my room for this,” she murmured.
She shook her head. “No, but you’re such a good kisser.” Her gaze dropped to his mouth.
He grinned and lowered his head to kiss her again. He pushed off the door and pulled her against him, his hands sliding down over the swell of her ass as he molded their lower bodies together. When was the last time a woman had worked him into a frenzy so quickly? Uh, never. He moved backward, toward the bed, drawing her along with him. She dug her heels into the carpet and wrenched her head to the side.
“I never have sex on a second date,” she said firmly.
“This is our third date.”
She wagged a finger at him. “That only works once, Master Sinclair.”
Her use of his stage name cooled him off significantly, but he still wanted her. Desperately. What was it about her that made his blood boil? She was so different from the girls he usually dated. So… But no, not proper at all.
“How about I step into the hall for a couple of minutes and then return?” he suggested.
She laughed. “Brian, you’re drunk. I don’t sleep with drunks.”
He scowled. “But I’ll be sober in the morning.”
Her hands slid down his back to his ass. She pulled him closer, crushing his partially engorged cock against her pubic bone. “Promise?”
He gazed down at her, a lazy smile on his lips. “Oh, I get it. You’re a cock tease.”
She grinned. “Cocks were made to be teased.” She rotated her hips, rubbing against him.
He groaned, growing harder. More distracted.
“Besides…you like it,” she said.
Her naughty streak was showing, twinkling in her green-flecked, hazel eyes. And yeah, he liked it. He liked it a hell of a lot. “Are you sure?”
“Positive. I have a PhD in cock-tease-ology.”
“Was that an honorary degree?”
She laughed. “I’ve studied it for years. I’m something of an expert.”
He sighed. “Okay. So if I’m not going to get laid, why did you ask me to come to your room?”
“I already told you. I want to help you with your condition.”
“So you said. And that’s why I hurried up here, instead of passing out under the table in the lounge.”
He didn’t want to let her go, her soft curves fit against him so perfectly, but she wriggled out of his arms and disappeared into the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the bed to stop the room from spinning.
She returned a moment later and pressed two pills into his hand. “Ecstasy?” He tossed the pills in his mouth without looking at them. She handed him a sports drink and he swallowed the pills.
“Actually, that was Vitamin B and Vitamin C,” she said. “Drink that entire bottle.”
“You’re giving me vitamins?” He cocked an eyebrow at her and took another drink from the bottle.
“They’ll prevent a hangover.” She went over to a side cabinet and returned with a banana.
He eyed the piece of fruit warily. “I’m not that kinky, Professor Sex.”
She grinned. “I was hoping you are.”
“Okay, I am.” His cock throbbed. Fully erect now, it tried desperately to break free of the fly of his jeans. Was she really going to leave him in this condition? She’d said she would help him with it. And this wasn’t helping. At all.
She stood close to him, his knee between hers. The hem of her skirt brushed his thigh. He wanted to put more under that skirt than his knee. The silk of her top pulled against her breasts when she moved. Such nice breasts. So soft against his chest. The only thing keeping his hands off them was the orange-flavored sports drink he gripped with both hands. Well that, and the fear she’d tell him he did have permission to touch her.
She peeled the banana, broke off a chunk, and slid it in his mouth. “Eat it. It will settle your stomach and also help prevent a hangover.”
He chewed the piece of banana and swallowed. “You’re taking care of me?”
“Trying to. Are you resisting?”
Taking her hand, he kissed the inside of her wrist gently. “I like it. Can I do something for you?” He flicked his tongue against the inside of her wrist suggestively while looking up at her.
Her fingers curled involuntarily and her nipples hardened beneath her thin, white top. He found himself completely immersed in her. Her scent. The sound of her soft voice. The taste of her skin. And her body? Perfect. How much resistance would she offer if he tossed her down on the bed and tried to have his way with her?
“Grrrr.” Uh… Did he just growl? He hoped he’d imagined it.
She tugged her hand from his and took a step away. She seemed to realize he wasn’t as harmless as she’d first gauged. “Sleep it off, Brian. And I let you make it up to me tomorrow.”
She broke off another piece of banana and pressed it into his mouth. He chewed, swallowed, and chased the banana with the rest of his sports drink. He set the empty bottle on the side table and placed a hand on the back of her leg, just above her knee. She emitted an excited little gasp.
He grinned up at her. “You’d better get some rest then. You’ll need your stamina.”
“So will you.” She fed him more banana and shifted sideways out of his grasp. “Do you need me to help you get back to your room?”
He frowned. “I can’t stay here?” If he returned to the band’s hotel suite tonight, he’d never hear the end of it from the guys.
It made his head swim to look up at her, but he did it anyway. He liked to look at her. Gorgeous. Feminine. Mature. No girl, she was all woman. She maintained an outer appearance of propriety, but he sensed an undercurrent of blazing-hot sexuality. He’d never been with a woman like her. Sophisticated sensuality. What would she be like in bed? Reserved? Kinky? Passionate? Placid? Dominant? Submissive? He had to know.
She touched his lips with her fingertip. “If I let you stay, do you promise to behave?”
Her finger moved from his lips to trace his eyebrow. “In that case, I insist.”
He moaned and fell back on the bed, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. “Why did I have to get so drunk?”
“Take off your boots and climb into bed.”
“Do I get a goodnight kiss, at least?” he murmured. His eyes refused to open. His body went limp as he lost awareness.
What I thought about Backstage Pass
I treated myself to a re-read of Backstage Pass in honor of it's re-release with a new cover, and I'm happy to say that The Sinners still got me right where it counts in this steamy rock and roll fantasy love story.
Brian Sinclair still holds the title of "Sweet Sex God" that Myrna gave him in this book. I loved the bit of role reversal here, with Brian wanting the romance and Myrna trying to hold back, even though she absolutely knows how to let loose when it counts.
This was my entry-book into the world of rock and roll romance and it will always hold a soft spot in my heart. It's super hot and does a great job with incorporating the rock star aspects of Brian's life. I'm thrilled to see that it's getting a re-release. This is a must-read series for rock and roll romance fans.
Copy provided for review.
Copy provided for review.
About Olivia Cunning:
Raised on hard rock music, award-winning author Olivia Cunning has been known to travel over a thousand miles to see a favorite band in concert. She lives in Quincy, Illinois, where she enjoys sitting on the beach with her feet in the surf and penning naughty books about rock stars.