Rock Star Romance, #1
When Alana Krauss, a music journalist from Des Moines living in London misses her flight to Prague, she thinks she's also missed her one shot at meeting her idol, sexy Swedish rock superstar Erik Holmgren.
The man himself intervenes, however, and Alana finds herself enjoying the night of her life, partying with one of the world's most famous musicians. But when the night dreams are made of ends and Alana has to go back to Prague, will she ever get to see Erik Holmgren again, or will she have to settle with the memory of their one night of passion?
This 8000+ word erotic romance is the first in the Rock Star Romance trilogy.
~~ Excerpt below for 18+ readers only ~~
Suddenly a figure appeared in front of me. It was Erik, a grin on his face. “What are you doing here?” I shouted over the music, but he didn’t reply. Instead, he grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to him, then leaned down and kissed me.
Fire coursed through me as this rock star, this God on Earth, placed his lips on mine. Heat grew in my belly as his lips, those lips which had sung so many famous songs, discovered mine. He kissed with a passion, a desire, a lust I had never felt before in my life. I didn’t know what to do. All of a sudden I felt like a virgin again, like a little girl who didn’t know what she was doing.
I put my hands on Erik’s chest as he continued to kiss me. His hands roamed around, starting on my hips, then moving upwards towards my breasts. His big hands cupped them, slowly finding my nipples over the fabric, teasing them. Pleasure radiated through me. I could feel a hot wetness building up inside of me, in my nether regions. This was absolutely not how I had expected today to go, but I certainly wasn’t going to complain.
Suddenly, his hands moved downwards again. Past my waist, past my hips, Erik’s large hands found my legs, past the hem of the dress I wore.
“You’re so sexy” he muttered into my ear, moving his lips from my mouth. I could only moan in reply, my body incapable of thought as this rock star’s hard, large hands moved up and found the hem of my skirt.
“But... we’re still in public!” I protested weakly, my inhibitions falling apart with this man.
“Don’t worry, no one will see anything, and it just makes it more exciting” Erik whispered into my ear, his musical Swedish accent sending tingles down my spine.
