The Baby and the Rock Star — Veronica Blade

NOTE: This is a sweet, semi-clean romance. Although all Veronica Blade books do contain some mild cursing, the Rock Star Kisses series has slightly more than others.Sebastian's unexpected desire to devour Violet's mouth baffles him-he barely knows her and he prefers his women a little more agreeable. Besides, he has more important things to focus on, like rebuilding his scorched reputation after years in a drunken haze. Since she's a miracle worker at public relations, he's stuck with her and her bad attitude. If only he could purge the freakishly realistic x-rated visuals of Violet popping into his head, he might actually accomplish his goal and be allowed back into the band. But she isn't making anything easy. When Violet's father, Full Throttle's band manager, asks her to salvage Sebastian's public image, she can't turn down the chance to make a name for herself. But spending so much time with Sebastian is brutal. While drinking is out of character for her, she's even more embarrassed that she lost control one night and tumbled into bed with him. To her complete the humiliation, he acts like their night of debauchery never happened. How will she endure the next few weeks working with someone she's secretly infatuated with but who barely knows she's alive?EXCERPT: His smile widened and he used his thumb to brush a stray hair off my cheek. You're ridiculous, you know that? It's kind of cute how you pretend you're not mysteriously drawn to me.I licked my lips. He was right. It didn't necessarily follow that he needed to know how right he was. For one thing, that would be humiliating. Second, if he returned even half the lust for me, we were in big, big trouble. I could still speak the truth without confirming his assumption. Sebastian, I swear on my mother's grave that I absolutely do not like you.He pressed his lips together and brought his other leg forward, bringing his body flush against mine. I don't like you either. So what are we going to do about it?I flattened my palms against his stomach, but my brain somehow misfired and instead of pushing him away, my fingers splayed over his muscles. The pressure of his fingertips at my hips compelled me closer and I held my breath. No way would he kiss me. I mean, I was crabby, pregnant and hormonal. Plus, he'd outright admitted to not liking me. Not that I could blame him. Right now, any woman in a ten-mile radius had to be more attractive than me. So what was he up to? I lifted my chin to meet his smoldering gaze, but my eyes drifted to his lips. He inched closer and I squirmed until I was up against the counter facing him. His hands skipped upward to press against my waist, then spread out as if they couldn't bear not to cover every inch of me. I hadn't been touched like that by a man since... well, since my drunken hook-up with Sebastian two months before. I melted against him, hooking the finger of one hand through his belt loop and the other sliding up his chest to wrap around his neck. Keeping his gaze trained on me, he levered his hips against mine so slowly I could feel everything from his hip to the zipper on his pants. My mouth parted and his mouth crashed down on mine. I devoured the kiss with a hunger that consumed me. This was nothing like the kisses I'd had with him before. This was loneliness and need, betrayal and fear, all rolled up with a healthy dose of lust and hate. I stretched up on my tiptoes and my arms overlapped around his neck, squeezing him closer. Our tongues tangled and the craving for more burned through my soul.He pulled back just enough to whisper against my lips. I was right. You're like liquid fire.