Holiday Hookup with the Rockstar — Cassie-Ann L. Miller

There's a naked rockstar under the mistletoe…Ashton Phillips was that bad boy back in high school. The one with the sinful lips, the messy hair and the long fingers that knew how to make a guitar weep. All it took was one 30-second viral video of him singing "Happy Birthday" to propel him to rockstar status and plant him firmly out of my league.But now he's back home for the Holidays, smirking and flirting and ruining my panties with his world-famous gravelly rasp.He doesn't seem to care that I'm still the geeky girl I was all those years ago. All he wants for Christmas is a hot and heavy hookup, a chance to live out the grown-up version of the fantasies we were too scared to act on eleven years ago.From our first encounter, it's fireworks. From our first kiss, it's explosive. One slip of his hand between my thighs and suddenly, "Joy to the World" has a whole new meaning.What girl wouldn't want to get tangled up under the mistletoe in those strong, muscled arms? To trace that broad, tattooed chest with her tongue? To hear that gruff, melodic baritone singing "Silver Bells" into her ear?All rhetorical questions, by the way.I guess the real question is, will he change his tune when he finds out I'm still a virgin?HOLIDAY HOOKUP WITH THE ROCKSTAR is a quirky, flirty, hot holiday romance set in small-town Illinois.