Gwen Hamilton wants to succeed at acting without using her family name: she wants to be judged on her own terms. But when an exercise in Method Acting leads her accidentally into the arms of Mal Kenneally, the rock star with a reputation for unusual sexual appetites, Gwen thinks maybe she’s found the ultimate test of her acting abilities. Or maybe she’s finally met the man who can see the real Gwen underneath the act.
Mal Kenneally has done his best to leave his aristocratic British family behind. The Rough, the rock band he started with his childhood friend Axel, is his family now. But will he be forced to choose between the brotherhood of the band and his growing obsession with Gwen Hamilton?
Mal and Gwen push each other’s limits, each convinced that one day they’ll go too far. But the farther they go, the more they discover that two can delve far deeper than one.
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I wasn't here to play demure, good-girl Gwen. I marched up to the coffee table, put my hands on my hips and announced, "They told me you like to play with fire." I tossed my flame-red hair for emphasis.
He let his eyes travel up and down me slowly, as if he were drinking in every detail from my black lambskin boots up the fishnet stockings to my denim cutoff shorts, tank top, and fake tattoos. (Well, I had one real tattoo, but he couldn't see that one.)
His voice was low. "The question, my dear, is whether you like to play with fire."
"I'm game," I said, thrusting my chin into the air.
His smile warmed slowly. "Are you? Everyday sex bores me."
"I'm not an everyday groupie," I answered. Well, that was certainly the truth, maybe too close to the truth? My heart rate sped up as I worried he might see through my ruse. That would be humiliating.
Just how far as you going to let this go? A little voice in the back of my head was asking. You can chicken out anytime, I told myself. I decided I'd leave as soon as he got too rough. If he grabbed me or manhandled me, I'd tell him it wasn't my thing and walk out. That wasn't my kink and that was the truth. Otherwise, I figured I'd play along and see what happened. Wild child, I thought to myself. Wild child.
"Lose the shorts," he said.
I swallowed, my cheeks reddening as I realized he was about to see my underwear. My silly, peach-colored cotton underwear, not the slightest bit sexy, but I hadn't exactly planned to show them to anyone when I'd left for the audition that day. Maybe I should just run away now…
But I wasn't ready to yet. I didn't want to. I put on a bit of a sneer, unbuttoned my cut-offs, and let them drop.
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