REAL UGLY (Hard Rock Roots #1) - A New Adult Rock Star RomanceMature - Ages 18 and Up. Contains sex, drugs, violence, and rock 'n' roll.From the Amazon Bestselling Author of 'Losing Me, Finding You' and 'Keeping Never'"These are real people with real problems. This is real life, and it's real f*cked up."Turner Campbell is an asshole.I fcking hate him.But I can't get enough either.He sings like an angel and fcks like a devil.If I could, I'd run away and never look back because to tell you the truth, I think this man might be the death of me.& & &Naomi Knox is a bitch.I can't fcking stand her.But I can't stop thinking about her either.She looks like an angel and plays like a devil.If I could, I'd fck her good and forget all about her, but to tell you the truth, I think this woman might be my last saving grace.Also Available From CM Stunich-Tasting Never (New Adult Contemporary Romance)-Losing Me, Finding You (New Adult Biker Romance)-Hell Inc. (Comedic Paranormal Romance)-The House of Gray and Graves (Urban Fantasy)REAL UGLY EXCERPT:A gasp goes up on my right and Turner appears out of nowhere, snatching my mic from its stand and grabbing Hayden around the waist. He makes a little 'come on' gesture at me and then leans forward and grabs my lips with his.I don't stop playing; I can't. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't stop the burst of f*cking power that's just taken hold of me. I'm both a victim and a master to it as it draws my hands along the neck and plucks strings with a violent fervor that both scares and amazes me. Hot wet heat takes over my mouth and pulls the rest of the inner me out, and then I'm kissing Turner back hard and fast and furious while the world's most intense riffs are just pulled straight through me, cutting me up and bleeding me over the stage.
The taboo turns me on. The dirty. The filthy. The nasty. The man your mother f*cking warned you about... is me. Hold onto your panties, ladies. Lucas Carter is here to show you the dark side of the sheets.
"I'm dying to be beautiful.”My story isn't unique. You've heard it before. I'm just a girl who doesn't eat as much as she should. See, I have goals, big ones, and nobody is going to stop me, not even a boy named Emmett. He has good intentions and he's hot as hell, but he doesn't understand what it's like to want something so bad that you'll do anything for it. I'm going to become a model, even if it kills me. Dream big or go home, that's what they always say, right?Also Available From CM Stunich-Broken Pasts (Contemporary Adult Romance)-She Lies Twisted (Young Adult Paranormal Romance)-Hell Inc. (Comedic Paranormal Romance)-The House of Gray and Graves (Urban Fantasy)-Tasting Never (New Adult/Contemporary Romance)PAINT ME BEAUTIFUL EXCERPT:Emmett looks up at me, and the moonlight catches on his brown eyes, making them shimmer with color and life. I think I could get a crush on this guy pretty easily. If I had time for crushes, I would welcome Mr. Sinclair with open arms. As things stand, this could be our first and last date. I decide that if it is, at the very least I should at least let myself taste those lips. They're puffy and pink and far too nice to be on a man's face. Admittedly, I'm a little jealous. I scoot forward and lean over, putting my hands on either side of Emmett's knees, dragging my breasts against his jeans as I press my face close and let my eyelids flicker shut.As if on cue, he moves into me, tangling his hand in my hair, pressing hot heat to my cold lips, tasting me with long teasing strokes of tongue that cut through my cold shivers and replace them with sudden contractions of my muscles as my body cries out hungrily, desperate for another bite. I hold back, denying it with sheer strength of will. Just as I deny myself calories for fear of the repercussions, I will deny myself Emmett Sinclair and whatever it is that he's offering. We just met today, and he's making me think weird things, putting strange thoughts in my head. I don't know how or why, but he sees that I need help, and he's willing to give it.I touch the back of Emmett's neck, run my fingers up into his shaggy hair and pull his hat away so I can tease and stroke and explore. Our kiss lasts minutes, stretches out long and warm, twists like taffy and solidifies into this little nugget of something. If I thought I was going to be able to escape Emmett after one date, I was wrong.I want … no, need more, and like food to my hungry body, I can only resist so long before it kills me.BOOK TWO: COLOR ME PRETTY RELEASES IN APRIL!
When you're born wrong, sometimes you get bent and you get f*cked. Sometimes your life takes you places you don't want to go. Sometimes, it does. Dax McCann is as cold as ice. I'm intrigued by him. But I can't get close to him either. His music strokes my soul, butchers my broken heart. I wish he'd see me, but he only sees her. It's been so long since I've had to care that I'm not sure I can do it anymore. Now, tell me, why is there a gun to my head? & & & Sydney Charell is … interesting. I want to touch her, kiss her, posses her. But I don't understand her. She dances on poles and can't carry a tune to save her life. I feel like an outsider on the in, but I have too many secrets to hide. Naomi Knox has my heart, but I think I might need it back. I want a chance to use it before it breaks. Or splatters. Blood will be spilled; I just hope it isn't mine.