KINDLE FIRE GIVEAWAY & EXCERPT: When Fangirls Lie by Marian Tee
When Fangirls Lie
Published on May 9th 2013 Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
19-year-old Saffi March is not the perfect girl everyone thinks she is. When the pressure of pretending becomes too much, she escapes for a weekend and transforms herself into another persona - a hardcore groupie for the rockstar also known as Sweden's #1 Sex God, Staffan Aehrenthal.
One look at the beautiful girl hopelessly trying to hide her naïve virginal innocence behind skimpy dresses and garish makeup and Staffan immediately knows the groupie called "H" is hiding a secret. He also knows he needs her desperately. He's determined to make her his, the only girl who's able to soothe the demons in him.
But before Staffan can let Saffi into his life, those stars in her eyes have to go - and he'll do everything for that to happen, even if it means cruelly hurting Saffi until she realizes that he would never trust anyone with his heart again.
WARNING **** VERY, VERY SMEXY!****
A loud pounding on the door made them jump in surprise.
“What the—” Donovan exclaimed.
“Are you fucking in there, H?”
Saffi squeaked in shock.
Knowing he only had seconds to spare, Alan hissed, “Remember your promise!”
“I promise. And you promise, too.”
Alan nodded. “I keep my word, Sapphire.”
Her eyes widened at the name he used. “Alan! Don’t call me—” She ended up shrieking instead when the door smashed open. Rather, Staffan had kicked it open. He came in, looking beautiful and furious in a three-piece suit. How was it possible for a human being to be so swooningly exquisite? He really was Mr. Rock Star Chic.
Staffan’s eyes found hers, the emotions swirling in it making her swallow.
Well, make that Mr. Angry Rock Star Chic.
“I can explain,” she said in a small voice.
“Really?” he drawled out. It was all Staffan could manage since every part of him was itching to smash Carson’s face in. And what the fuck was Donovan Bradley doing here? What the fuck had he walked into – a goddamn ménage a trois?
“We were just talking. Alan—”
He seethed at hearing Saffi mention another man’s name.
“—and I are friends from way back.”
“Is that so?” he asked silkily. “What kind of friends?”
Her eyes widened. “No, no, not like that! Oh my God, no!”
Staffan raised a brow. “And I should believe you because?”
Alan said nervously, “We did not do anything—”
“Get the fuck out, you two.” He didn’t spare the boys a glance. Fucking boys. He should have an all-girl group dance backup next time.
Alan and Donovan couldn’t get out fast enough.
Sorry, Alan mouthed at her.
It’s okay, she mouthed back.
When she looked back at Staffan, his eyes had become even chillier.
The green-eyed monster inside him had never been fiercer, and all Staffan wanted was to pull Saffi to him and mark her body in every way he could. He wanted to fuck her until she lost consciousness, wanted to see the dreamy smile back on her face – the smile that should only be for him.
“We didn’t really do anything,” she said urgently.
“Why the fuck should I believe you when you didn’t tell me where you’re going, you locked yourself inside this fucking room with two men—”
“Because I can prove it,” she blurted out.
This should be interesting.
He lifted a brow.
She gulped. When they said that starting anything with a lie could only continue with more lies — it was true, and it was happening now.
“I’m a very, very, in demand groupie.” Staffan did his best not to roll his eyes.
“I do all sorts of stuff. Like, umm, mouth jobs – I mean blow jobs.” She lifted her chin just so he wouldn’t know how she was completely winging everything. “And hand jobs, foot jobs, even umm, anal jobs.”
Two parts of Staffan’s body twitched: his lips…and his cock.
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