Curvy Girls Rock (Rock Star BBW Romance)

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 26,661
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Curvy girl Brandi Morrison just landed her dream job: working for the rock band Trash. She can hardly envision the exciting and distracting events that follow! From the first moment Brandi and rocker Ax Stevenson meet, sparks fly and libidos explode, as the unlikely couple find themselves in several compromising positions.

Sex is easy, but living is the bitch...and no one knows that better than Roger Vigor, a.k.a. Ax Stevenson. Following a stint in rehab after learning of his wife's affair with his best friend, Roger finds himself negotiating the slippery path of recovery. To make matters worse, his girlfriend, Denise, is about to descend into a coke-fueled psychosis that will threaten the safety of every member of the Petty Thieves Tour.

Cloying groupies, demanding concert promoters, a record company exec's wife, and the strained relationship between Roger and his daughter Cailey add to the drama. In this climate of self-destruction, lust, and insanity, can two soulmates find the courage to surmount the obstacles and be together?

Fasten your seatbelts. It's about to get bumpy!

26,000 word erotic romance

Curvy Girls Rock (Rock Star BBW Romance)
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Curvy Girls Rock (Rock Star BBW Romance)

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 26,661
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“Here goes nothin’.” Lauren inserted the key, knocking on the door after it had opened. “Anybody home?” Music blared in another room, and it reeked of marijuana.

A slim brunette appeared, wearing tight pants and a sparkly top. She was shockingly thin; every angle of her face protruded, as did her collarbone. “What? He’s busy.”

“Oh, I’m sure, but he’s got a press junket in twenty minutes, Denise. Ally’s bringing wardrobe.”

“He won’t do it. He’s chillin’.”

She sighed. “Where is he?”

“Bedroom…but…it’s do not disturb.” She eyed me. “Who are you?”

“I’m Sharon’s new assistant, Brandi.”

“You won’t last long enough for me to remember your name.” She glanced at Lauren. “Can you order more champagne? We’re out.”

Ally appeared in the doorway, maneuvering a portable clothing rack. “Where’s Roger? The Jake Piper Jeans came in. He’s gotta try ‘em on.”

The music in the other room suddenly stopped. “Where the fuck did you go?” The man of the hour suddenly appeared, wearing torn jeans and nothing else. His hair was a messy riot of chestnut strands, while his torso was an anatomical marvel. Defined pectorals gave way to an array of muscles that crisscrossed his abdomen.

I knew what Ax Stevenson looked like. I’d had posters of him all over my dorm room and a Pinterest board dedicated to him, along with a fan website. I’d been lusting after those photos for years, but they hardly did him justice. In the flesh, he exuded an unmistakably sexy vibe, the energy coming off of him in waves. It was almost like a cloud of testosterone, a force field of sex appeal. I knew I would be far too susceptible to forbidden fruit such as this. Every female instinct I had was suddenly on high alert, warning bells blaring somewhere in the back of my mind. This wasn’t a silly fan-crush or groupie-lust. I was in the midst of a full-blown, panty wetting hard on. I could actually feel my clit swelling, rubbing distractingly against my underwear.

His eyes were on me, a peculiar light shining in their depths. “Whoa. Fat bottomed girls make the rockin’ world go round.” He grinned, flashing impossibly white teeth.

He referenced a song by Queen, and I should have been insulted, but I loved Queen, and I loved that song. I smiled politely, holding out my hand. “Brandi Morrison. I’m Sharon Web’s new assistant.”

Strong fingers closed over mine, resulting in a firm handshake. “Welcome to the nut house.”

“I’ve got clothes for you, Roger,” said Ally. “The media’s here for the press junket.”

He yawned, his chest rising and falling. “Not gonna happen. I don’t do interviews before concerts.”

“This wouldn’t be necessary, but you missed the junket two days ago,” said Lauren. “We’ve got a fitting at five too.”

“Ain’t happening either.” He sauntered into the next room, closing the door behind him. We had been dismissed.

“You can leave now,” said Denise.

Ally glared at her. “Talk to him, please. He’s got appointments.”

“You heard him. He said no.” She picked up the house phone, dialing a number. “Yeah, hi, this is the penthouse suite. We need champagne right now. It’s an emergency.” She twirled a long strand of hair around her finger. “Great.”

Lauren glanced at me. “Well, this is where you come in. We need you to go in there and get his ass in gear.”

“How do you propose I do that?”

“That’s what you were hired for. If Sharon were here, she’d get him motivated.”

Absolutely nothing helpful sprang to mind, which was troubling. “Okay. I guess I’ll give it a shot.” I headed for the bedroom, knocking loudly. “Mr. Stevenson? It’s Brandi, and I’m coming in.” The door swung open, revealing a darkened room with a television on.

Ax Stevenson sat on the bed, leaning against several pillows. One foot was crossed over the other. “What can I do you for?” His grin was disarming.

I had to reset my brain. “They’re waiting for you, sir. The interviews shouldn’t take long.”

“I’m bored with interviews. All my shit’s online. They can Google me.”

“That may be the case, but it’s purely for publicity. They want to see you in the flesh.”

“Where are you from?”

That question surprised me. “Boston.”

“I thought I detected an accent.”

“I’m living in California now.”

“Sharon hired you?”

“Yes, personally.”

“Are you a hard ass?”

“Excuse me?”

“What will you do to me, if I don’t hop to attention?”

“You’re a grown man, sir. There’s hardly anything I can do to you. I can’t put you in time out, if that’s what you mean.”

“That has possibilities.”

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