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VIP by Riley Edgewood
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On to VIP! This looks good! Rock star romance? I’m all over those!
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VIP by Riley Edgewood
(Rock & Release, Act #1)
Publication date: November 17th 2014
Genres: New Adult, Romance
VIP is the first act of Rock & Release, Riley Edgewood’s three-part new adult romance serial!
When Cassidy Evans scores VIP tickets to a concert, she decides to use them for one carefree night before beginning a summer internship at her father’s Fortune 500 company. But one carefree night turns into a few too many martinis—with two unexpected twists: A steamy encounter with Gage Logan, sexy singer and guitarist, and a tempting job offer from Gage’s boss to work at the concert venue she now knows quite intimately.
She definitely can’t take the job. Her internship is an opportunity any business major would kill for. But the thought of working with her father, a man furious with grief over a family tragedy that struck six months ago, fills her with dread.
Then there’s Gage. Working with him all summer could be hot. Cassidy can’t stop flashing back to their night together. Molten kisses. His hands smoothing across the skin of her belly. The weight of his body above her own…
And suddenly the decision about how to spend her summer is much, much harder to make.
VIP (Rock & Release, Act I) is out now!! The final two acts of the Rock & Release serial, Starstruck and Show Stopper, launch on December 1 and December 15, respectively.
I sit opposite him on the bed, leaning against the headboard. I clutch a pillow against my lap. “Last night was…” I stop for a moment as it hits me. Last night was the first night I’ve had in ages where I didn’t feel sad. Or anxious. Or tense. Though it’s all flowing back now. I do my best to stem it and force myself to keep eye contact with Gage. “I don’t regret last night—not a single part of it.”
“Maybe not right now, but—”
“I wouldn’t regret it even if you hadn’t stopped us from going further.” I rub the fabric of the pillowcase between my fingers. So much for not talking about it. But he feels so bad, I can’t let him think he made any sort of mistake. But I also can’t look at him with my next words. “I wanted you to…touch me. Long before I got so drunk.”
The sharp tug in my belly—cutting through the nausea of my hangover and blossoming hunger—makes me realize just how much I’d like him to touch me again.
“Really?” He sounds relieved, and I risk a glance at his face. Worry in his expression’s been replaced with a wicked little glint. “Does that mean I can see you again?”
“I think I’d like that.” I know I would.
“We can try sober next time, with dinner instead of drinks.”
“Oh, I see. Somewhere public then? You don’t want me back in bed?” The happiness flushing through me brings out my flirty side. He wants to see me again. This wasn’t just a one-night stand. Or whatever a non-sex one-nighter is called. Even if I can have one more night with him—one more night like last, where all I have to care about is having fun and the way Gage’s lips feel, the way his mouth tastes. His gorgeous, nimble fingers… Sign me right on up.
“It didn’t seem to me that public places really stop you.” He’s grinning now, and my lips curve up to mirror his expression.
“Then we’ll definitely need drinks with that dinner.”
“No. If I’m going to take advantage of your ridiculous body, I want those pretty green eyes clear while you watch.” He stands, holding a hand out. “And, in case that didn’t spell it out enough, I want you back in bed.”
I lace my fingers in his, hesitating a moment to enjoy the glow blooming between my ribs. “If I wasn’t so hungover—and if I wasn’t so mortified that we stole Vera’s bed—I’d pull you back in here and give you your chance right now.”
“If I hadn’t heard your stomach rumbling for the past five minutes, I might have taken it.”
Oh damn. Stupid hunger noises.
He yanks me up and leans in close, whispering, “And if you keep talking that way, you’ll force me to sit through a very uncomfortable breakfast.”
Riley lives in the DC area and spends most of her time with her characters, playing with her toddler and husband, and pretending she knows how to be an adult. Former dancer. Current writer. Lifelong lover of accessories, books, and the beach. And cats. Can’t forget the kitties. Of which she has two.
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