Killian Everett is condescending, egotistical, and a complete jerk.
When I started as the new assistant for the famous rock band Civil Corruption, I thought I’d hit the career jackpot...
but I was wrong.
With his attitude, bad behavior, and stupid good looks, Killian has made my life a living hell since my very first day.
We may fight constantly, but that doesn’t make me want him any less.
And now I know he wants me too.
He wants to seduce me.
He wants to own me.
He wants to consume me.
And if I’m not careful...
I just might let him.
I love a good asshole musician…and Killian is just that! Consume was everything I was looking for in a rock star romance!
Killian and Gina had one night together…in which even after the amazing time they had, Killian couldn’t get rid of Gina fast enough. But now a few months later, the tension is through the roof as Gina is the new assistant and Killian will do anything to get her to leave. Little does he know that Gina is not going to back down!
I really enjoyed Killian and Gina! The minute they got together, with such amazing chemistry and sexiness, I knew it was about to go down. Like I said above, I love a good asshole musician and boy, Killian was the best! The insults these two threw at each other and how they fought were balanced out by the love you know they have for each other. I loved watching their relationship take the necessary steps for the two of them to be together…and that asshole wasn’t so bad after all!
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“You’re just too much fun to tease, Thumbelina. Every time I talk to you, your face and neck get all… hot and red.” His thumb scraped slowly along my cheekbone, his eyes shooting down to my lips. “I noticed you don’t get this outta sorts with the other guys. Only me. Why do you think that is?”
“I-I, um, don’t know what you’re talking about.”
The corner of his mouth trembled like he was fighting back a smile or laugh. “That so? Then why does your soft skin feel like it’s on fire, sweetness?”
God, he was so damn close. And he smelled so damn good, like whiskey and spicy, citrusy cologne. “I’m just…” Just what? my brain screamed. For the love of all that’s holy, think of words, Gina! “… hot-blooded.” Sweet, merciful mother of pearl! Had I really just said that?
“That you are,” he mumbled in a low, husky voice. “That you certainly fuckin’ are.”
My mouth went dry as a desert. Trying to swallow was like trying to force a wad of cotton down my throat. “Wha—uh, what’s happening here?”
He took another step, coming so close everything about him overwhelmed my senses. “If you don’t know, I’m really off my game. And I’m never off my game.”
After doing a crazy impression of a goldfish, I somehow managed to pick my jaw up off the floor long enough to ask, “Are you hitting on me?”
With his next step, his shoes bumped into the toes of my heels, forcing me to move backward until the balcony railing dug into my behind. Killian placed his hands on either side of my hips and leaned in closer. “You can play coy all you want, but you can’t fool me. You know that’s exactly what I’m doing. And I know you want me just as bad as I want you. It’s written in red all over your cheeks. There’s a damn good reason why I’m the only one of the guys you can’t manage a full sentence around.” My heart threatened to beat through my chest, and I was pretty sure my panties were about to spontaneously combust.
“What do you say we have a little fun tonight, huh? Something tells me you need it,” he whispered before the tip of his tongue peeked out and teased the skin behind my ear. “I’ve been dying to see what you wear under that little barista getup for months.”
“Y-you have?” I asked, my eyes nearly bugging out of my skull.
“Fuck yeah.” It came out in an almost aggressive growl as he closed the last few inches of distance between us, pushing his body flush against mine. A surprised gasp passed my lips at the feel of his thick, steely erection pressing against my belly before quickly turning into a moan when he bent his knees so his cock could brush at the apex of my thighs.
What do you say we have a little fun tonight?
His question kept replaying in my head. I couldn’t remember the last time I had fun. My life was all about responsibility and stress and constant worry.
It had been so long since I had a bit of fun without feeling guilty for it that I barely remembered what it felt like. His proposition suddenly held more appeal than it should. Killian Everett was all kinds of wrong for me. He was a player, the very definition of a man whore.
But I desperately wanted a little fun. I wanted to forget my shitty luck, and how life had a tendency to kick me even though I was already down. And I couldn’t help but think that maybe Killian was just the man to give me that.
About the Author:
Born and raised around Houston Texas, Jessica spent most of her life complaining about the heat, humidity, and all around pain in the ass weather. It was only as an adult that she quickly realized the cost of living in Houston made up for not being able to breathe when she stepped outside. That’s why God created central air, after all.
Jessica is the mother of a perfect little boy–she refuses to accept that he inherited her attitude and sarcastic nature no matter what her husband says.
In addition to being a wife and mom, she’s also a wino, a coffee addict, and an avid lover of all types of books–romances still being her all time favs. Her husband likes to claim that reading is her obsession but she just says it’s a passion…there’s a difference. Not that she’d expect a boy to understand.
Jessica has been writing since she was a little girl, but thankfully grew out of drawing her own pictures for her stories before ever publishing her first book. Because an artist she is not.
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