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?
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Excerpt
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. Score!
“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?”
“Kissing you.”
“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.
“You didn’t?”
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…proper? 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.”
“Sit down.”
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 not 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 might
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?”
“Absolutely not.”
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.
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