Mia and the Bad Boy (Backstage Pass #2)
Release Date: 05/19/15
Entangled Crush
Summary from Goodreads:
This good girl’s about to meet her match…
Ryder Brooks is living the dream—he’s famous, loved by millions of girls, and miserable. All he really wants is to write his own music, not Seconds to Juliet’s sugary sweet pop. In order to do that, though, the “bad boy” of the band will have to play by the rules. And that includes behaving with his new—and super cute—über-good-girl tutor.
Mia Reyes is in fangirl heaven. Tutoring her favorite member of her favorite band? It’s a dream come true…until it turns into a complete nightmare. Ryder is nothing like she thought. He’s crude, arrogant, and pretty much a total jerk. And the worst part? She’s roped into pretending to be his girlfriend so that no one finds out he’s being tutored. Fake kisses, plenty of PDA, and even sharing his hotel room…
But sometimes even the baddest of bad boys needs a little redemption.
Ryder Brooks is living the dream—he’s famous, loved by millions of girls, and miserable. All he really wants is to write his own music, not Seconds to Juliet’s sugary sweet pop. In order to do that, though, the “bad boy” of the band will have to play by the rules. And that includes behaving with his new—and super cute—über-good-girl tutor.
Mia Reyes is in fangirl heaven. Tutoring her favorite member of her favorite band? It’s a dream come true…until it turns into a complete nightmare. Ryder is nothing like she thought. He’s crude, arrogant, and pretty much a total jerk. And the worst part? She’s roped into pretending to be his girlfriend so that no one finds out he’s being tutored. Fake kisses, plenty of PDA, and even sharing his hotel room…
But sometimes even the baddest of bad boys needs a little redemption.
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~ EXCERPT ~
His hand framed her chin,
tipped it up toward his lips. Just that small touch made it hard for her to
breathe. She could feel the pulse in her neck ticking up, her heart rate matching her excitement in a way
it never had before.
“I’ve been wanting to do
this since our date in St. Louis,” he said with a throaty whisper.
“I’ve been wanting to do
this since I taped your poster on my wall,” Mia managed
to say.
Ryder’s hand was still on
her chin. He nudged in tighter, so she could feel his breath on the skin of her
cheeks. She didn’t know what to do with her hands.
They were tight at her sides, like she was paralyzed.
“You’re not going to kiss
me just because I’m Ryder Brooks, though, right?” he
asked with a sly smile.
“No,” Mia said,
the words coming easier. She slipped her arms around his waist. His skin was so warm, and his
jeans were damp. She felt the muscles of his waist yield to her touch. “When I met
you, I kind of hated you, and kissing
was not the word with a K that came to mind.”
“King?”
Mia laughed, ripples of heat
dripping down her abdomen as Ryder inched his lips closer. “You’re really using your vocabulary.”
“Flash cards,” Ryder bantered
back.
“But now,” Mia said, her hands
clasped tightly around Ryder’s bare back, “I want to kiss you in a different way. Not because you’re
Ryder Brooks, but because you’re you.”
“That’s why I want to kiss
you, too.. His lips brushed against her nose
first, each cheek, sending bursts of pleasure into every soft part of her.
Mia closed her eyes and
puckered her lips, puckered them so hard she thought her face might crack.
She heard Ryder suppress a
giggle.
Mia’s eyes popped open.
“What?” Her organs turned to ice. She wanted to crawl under the
bed.
Ryder ran his finger along
her cheek. His other hand slipped up her arm, bringing her closer. “Let me
teach you for a change.”
Mia swallowed, afraid if she
spoke, this might turn to dust.
Ryder opened his lips and
brought them to hers slowly, hovering there, his breath fanning her face.
“Don’t pucker. Just do what I do, what I cannot wait to do.”
He pressed her lips open
slightly, driving his tongue against them and gliding it against hers until it
was in her mouth, sliding against her tongue. Tongue! She’d known this was how
people kissed but had never understood the reasoning. Tongues were for tasting,
for talking. But now she knew that really they were for this.
Having their mouths connected,
Mia mirroring each move Ryder made, created a chemical reaction, flipped a switch. She suddenly knew exactly
what to do. Her hands were on his broad chest, running down his tight stomach, his
covetable abs. His hands were in her hair, curving against her side. His tongue
dipped with hers; his mouth was warm and firm and perfect.
About the Author
Lisa Burstein is a tea seller by day and a writer by night. She received her MFA in Creative Writing from the Inland Northwest Center for Writers at Eastern Washington University and is glad to finally have it be worth more than the paper it was printed on. She lives in Portland, Oregon with her very patient husband, a neurotic dog and two cats.
She wrote her first story when she was in second grade. It was a Thanksgiving tale from the point of view of the turkey from freezer to oven to plate. It was scandalous.
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