Authors: Karolyn James
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-Praise for Karolyn James-
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All Access (Brothers of Rock #1)
I loved the way Karolyn James brings in music into every aspect of their love. It's amazing...and I definitely am going to pick up the sequels about the rest of the band!
WOW!!! that’s all I can say.
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Open For Him
I would recommend this book to anyone and everyone. It is a book that surprises you in all the best ways.
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Falling for the Billionaire
The sex is hot.
Once again the sex scenes are sizzling.
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Serve His Needs
I don't write reviews but for this book I had to say something this time. I just fell in love with this book, the characters and author.
The different sex scenes with Alexander participating in the flesh or not could make a girl forget her name.
The sex scene in the limo was smoking.
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For His Taste
"...this book was one of my favorites."
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Rock Her Curves #1
Emily is a quiet, shy romance writer and her untamable roommate, magazine writer, Annie Crossfire, is the total opposite. After Ann drags Emily to a concert, Emily meets a sexy stranger whose hold on her is instant. Their first encounter isn't quite their last, and the way he touches Emily's curves and savors her body, she can't stop thinking about him.
Emily joins Ann for another show and when the band, Down Silent, takes the stage, Emily realizes that her secret encounter is the lead singer of the band.
Gunnar is hot, commanding, and he can't get enough of Emily's innocence or her curves. He takes her to his private room complete with a bed and handcuffs. There, he opens her...
But what starts out as erotic and sexy quickly turns serious. Ann wants to write a story on Gunnar and begs Emily for help to make it happen. Gunnar refuses to talk and as tension mounts, Emily begins to wonder if her feelings for the rockstar go beyond the bedroom. The question is... Will her curves and passion be enough to fix a broken rockstar?
“Can you tell me what you want?”
“Want out of what?”
“Life.”
“I want love.”
“What kind of love?”
“I only want the greatest kind. The kind that teeters on obsession. The kind that makes your heart crush and build itself back up, piece by piece, day after day. That’s the kind of love that matters.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s the kind that can and will last forever. It can battle any situation and any emotion.”
“Have you ever felt that kind of love?”
“Sometimes I feel that kind of love every single night.”
“What about right now?”
“Right now... I’m feeling...”
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Emily looked in the mirror but she didn’t see her reflection. Years of training had given her the ability to apply mascara and other makeup without actually looking at the rest of the herself. In fact, she would imagine other people looking back at her as though she were a makeup artist for the rich, famous, and sexy.
Emily felt none of the three applied to her. If she dared to have a full length mirror anywhere in her apartment, she’d have to face her curvy body. There presented a love-hate battle that had been going on for years. There were parts of her curves she enjoyed and there were parts she didn’t. Compared to her tall, skinny, and super flirty roommate, Ann, she would always hate the curves.
“Oh, damn this!”
Speaking of Ann...
Ann had come to California from Washington state last summer, hell bent on not just taking an internship with a statewide music magazine, but getting a full time job with the magazine as their go-to writer who could, and would, follow any band anywhere to get the best story possible.
And yes, that included using her body.
Emily stepped from the bathroom and found Ann standing just inside her bedroom, struggling with the zipper on a pair of leather boots. They were what Ann dubbed her ‘fuck me boots’, coming close to her knee. She wore them with a short skirt, a tight top to accent her breasts, and her angel looking face. Emily had to hand it to Ann, she had quite a contrasting look... her soft features screamed innocence, but her dark, sexually driven eyes and provocative clothing screamed wild.
“Need help, Ann?” Emily asked.
Ann looked up at her roommate and then sighed.
“What?”
“You don’t look like a groupie,” Ann said.
“I don’t want to be a groupie.”
Ann rolled her eyes. “That’s your call. If I have to go backstage tonight... they probably won’t let you...”
Now Emily rolled her eyes.
“What? I’m serious. These guys are serious, always looking for a chance to talk about themselves.” Ann bit her lip and pulled, winning the battle with the zipper. She then popped back up and pointed to Emily. “By the way, don’t forget. Call me Annie tonight. All night.”
“Annie? I don’t see you as a proper girl named Annie.”
“First off, I’m not a girl. I’m a woman.”
Emily laughed. It felt good sometimes to see Annie feel a little self conscious. Everyone asked Ann if she was eighteen and sometimes she really did look young.
“And second,” Ann continued, “when I write, I’m not Ann. I’m not Annie Crosmen either. I’m Annie Crossfire.”
“Annie Crossfire?” Emily asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Totally. I need a good name. Come on, it’s the business. The bands get names. The members get names. So I want a name. You should pick a name too.”
“I’m fine with Emily.”
“What about I call you
Em
?”
“Like the letter?”
Ann shook her head. She grabbed a small bag with her makeup in it and walked from the bedroom towards the bathroom.
She stopped and looked at Emily. “Try to have fun tonight, okay?”
“Fun. Okay. I’ll have fun.”
Ann nodded and started to go into the bathroom. She froze in place and looked over her shoulder. Her dirty blonde hair tossed around and she had a mischievous smile on her face. Emily understood the appeal of Ann. But secretly, she hoped her friend wouldn’t get into trouble. Not that Emily knew anything about music or bands, but she did have images of big parties, living fast, and dying young. And for some reason, Ann’s personality seem to fit right into that.
“By the way, when I get backstage, you head home.”
“I won’t leave you,” Emily said.
“You will. Because it’s not a quick thing. I don’t just ask questions and write the answers down. I bring my recorder and I get the story I want. If it takes all night. If it takes drinks. If it takes...
anything
...” Ann smiled and winked.
Emily opened her mouth but had nothing to offer.
It would be no use, especially to Ann.
When the woman put her mind to something, she got what she wanted.
Emily walked away from the bathroom, back into her bedroom, and took her seat at her desk. She moved the mouse to her laptop, bringing the screen to life. With a few clicks of the keyboard she stared at her latest manuscript.
The original plan was for Emily to finish her last book and move somewhere else. It had been a whirlwind ride since winning a writing competition when she turned twenty, thus leading to publication offers. Nothing was extravagant, but her willingness to continuously write gave her a healthy bank account and what felt like a steady job. But it was all done under pen names. Two to be exact. The publisher wanted nothing to do with Emily and her actual life and image. They told her it was better and easier if she wrote under fake names so they could create the author as a character and as a brand. It seemed fun at first, being more than one person at a time, but now that her pen names were more popular than herself, it felt strange. Not to mention when people asked her what she did for a living she had to pull strings out of the air. If she dared to mention that she wrote books, people didn’t understand how she made a living. She felt certain she could tell people who she really was, but she didn’t want to tarnish her image.