Can a rockstar with a bad reputation convince a sheltered young artist that loving him is worth any risk?
Until last year, I had it all. Fame. Fortune. Family.
One horrible decision nearly destroyed everything
I've been tormented by guilt ever since.
Until the moment I set eyes on her.
Everleigh Townsend is the light to my dark. My muse. My future.
But she wants nothing to do with me.
Convincing her that I'm not the out-of-control rockstar I used to be will take a miracle.
But I'll talk the devil into heaven if that's what it takes to make her mine.
My whole life, I've had one goal. To paint like the masters.
Now, my goal is within reach, but I feel it slipping further away.
Every time Saint Greenway touches me, everything else disappears.
The world says he's a monster. He agrees.
But I've never felt as whole as I do when I'm with him.
Until my parents find out about us, and my life spins out of control.
How can loving someone be wrong when it feels so right?
When this older rockstar falls for a young college student, he'll do whatever it takes to convince her to give him a chance. If redeemed bad boys, sugary-sweet romance, and scorching hot romance sound like a good time to you, you'll love this Wicked Saint and his muse! As always, Nichole Rose books come complete with a sticky-sweet and guaranteed HEA.
"Will you please stop trying to hold my hand?" I huff, trying to pull away again.
That's it. Nope.
Just one infuriating word.
I'm not sure what possesses me to do it. Temporary insanity, maybe. But I bring our linked hands up close to my mouth and bite his forearm. Hard.
He growls and then I'm pressed up against the wall with his hard body against mine. I'm not even sure how it happens. He just…moves me like it's nothing. His forest-green eyes sear into me, burning like a brand. He doesn't look mad, but his eyes blaze with deadly heat.
"Bite me again and you'll be pregnant with my kid before you can say my name, Everleigh," he growls, pressing his body against mine. And oh my god. He feels good. Everywhere.
My entire body ignites in a rush of desire that leaves me gasping for breath. He really is hard everywhere, like a stone slab. Except he's burning hot, his body trembling against mine like he feels the same thing I do. As if he aches like I do.
"You c-can't talk to me like that." I don't even recognize my own voice. It's breathy, more of a moan than actual speech.
"Yeah?" His handsome face looms closer, his nose skimming down my temple toward my ear. That simple touch sends shards of pleasure stabbing into me. My entire body buzzes with electricity, short-circuiting my system. "I see the way you keep looking at me. I bet if I touched your panties right now, they'd be wet for me, wouldn't they?"
"N-no," I lie.
I expect him to call me out on it, but he doesn't. He presses his lips to my cheek in a soft kiss and then steps back, putting space between us. His dark eyes rove over me again, his expression softening. "Come on, baby. I promise I'll get you to class as soon as we figure this shit out."
I gape at him for a moment, my head spinning. One minute, he's saying filthy things to me. The next, he's being sweet as pie. I'm not sure which I like more. Both, I think.
There's no way I'm telling him that.
Just because I dream about him doesn't mean I like him. Just because he sets my body on fire doesn't mean I want him.
Except…I do. On both counts.
Love is the final test for this professor and his star student.
My brothers are mobsters. Criminals.
They rule their kingdoms with iron fists.
I'm nothing like them.
I'm an astrophysicist. A professor.
My lecture hall is full of laughter.
Until I set eyes on Norah Bishop.
She needs my help, but I need her.
And I'll do whatever it takes to keep her.
Even if it means returning to the family I left.
All I've ever wanted was to be a scientist like my dad.
But I stumbled into something I shouldn't have.
Now, the biggest criminal in Chicago is coming for me.
And the only person who can help me is his brother...my new professor.
I don't want to drag Nico into this.
But when he touches me, I lose all control.
He's my professor. I think I want him to be my forever instead.
Loving him comes with a price.
But losing him will break me.
If you enjoy over-the-top nerdy men, curvy heroines willing to risk it all, and forbidden student-teacher romance, you'll love Nico and Norah's sugary-sweet and extra steamy story! As always, Nichole Rose books come complete with a guaranteed HEA.
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"My mom used to tell me that scientists aren't created. They're born."
"Do you believe that?" I whisper.
He's silent for a minute. "I met you," he says then.
Oh. Wow. I'm not sure what to say to that or what it even means. But I know instinctively that he means it in the most flattering way possible.
"My dad is a scientist," I say after a moment.
"You know him?"
"I've met him a few times," he says. His voice rumbles at my back like a comforting song. "He's a good man. Hell of a scientist."
"Yeah, he is," I say, smiling. My dad is amazing.
"You want to be an astrophysicist like him, angel?"
"No, I want to be a geophysicist," I say.
"Ah, that explains it."
"Explains what?" I shift against him, trying to get comfortable. He's a warm weight at my back, his arm around me somehow more comforting than a security blanket.
"Why you know so much about magnetohydrodynamics," he growls, his arm tightening around me. "Stay still, Norah."
"I can't help it. There's something poking me in the…" I trail off as realization dawns. It's his penis. Dick? Cock? Tallywhacker? I'm not sure what I'm supposed to call it, and I'm not sure if they're normally that big, but good grief! He's massive. And hard. For me? Or simply because I'm a female and I'm in his bed?
"Trust me," he grits out, "I'm well aware that it's poking you in the back. Why do you think I need you to stop wiggling?"
"Oh," I whisper. And then I wiggle again. I can't help it!
"Norah," he groans.
"Is it always like that? I mean, obviously it's not always like that. That would probably be uncomfortable, not to mention impossible to hide. It feels rather…large. But is it always like that when you have women in your bed?"
"It's been that way for the last six weeks," he mutters, grasping my hip to keep me still. "And I wouldn't know how he reacts to women in my bed since you're the first. But he's a little more discerning than you think, angel."
Six weeks? Is he saying–?
"How did you know what I was thinking?"
"Because I know you, beautiful girl. You think loudly."
"You cannot hear my thoughts." I flip around so I'm facing him, which causes an entirely different problem with his…dick. It's now pressed right against the top of my mound. And oh my god. If I moved just a little bit, it would be right there. My breathing turns choppy as a wave of intense longing rips through me like a gale.
"I don't have to hear them," he says, his voice soft. His breath washes across my face. We're so close together, I can smell the mint of his toothpaste. "You're an eager, curious little thing."
"You're a virgin? There's no way you're a virgin. You're way too hot."
"Norah," he growls.
"I'm not a saint, but I've never slept with anyone."
"Seriously?" I gape at him in the dark. My eyes have adjusted, and I can make out a little of his body. He's a thick shadow in the dark, the whites of his eyes obvious as he stares at me. "Why not?"
"Because sex should mean something," he says.
"Oh." I process that for a moment.
"It would mean something with you."
"Does that mean–?"
"Yes," he says, sending my heart soaring. He's thought about having sex with me. The next words out of his mouth send my heart plummeting back to earth. "But we're not doing that."
He's quiet for a minute and then he sighs. "Because you're exhausted and frightened and when we go there, I don't want to wonder if it's because you feel the same way or if it's because you're just looking for comfort."
"Oh," I whisper.
"Go to sleep, angel."
We both fall quiet. My mind is spinning in dizzy circles, making sleep all but impossible. He's thought about sleeping with me. He wants it to mean something to me.
"It would mean something to me," I whisper.
The heat between this curvy model and an infamous photographer will melt the camera. But will it lead to forever?
I may own a modeling agency, but it's been a long time since I was in front of the camera.
Until I was named one of Le CRV Magazine's Women of the Year.
The infamous photographer, silver fox and certified grump, Sage Grimes, is in charge of the photoshoot.
He makes me want to come alive for him...in more ways than one.
He asked for one night. I agreed.
But I think I made a mistake.
The night hasn't even ended, and I'm already hooked.
A photographer's role is to capture his subjects.
But we're not supposed to want to keep them for ourselves.
Except that's exactly what I want to do with Trinity Larsen.
I never expected to fall this hard and fast for that beautiful smile.
Asking for one night was a mistake.
Forever is where I should have started.
Because she's leaving in the morning, and I'm not ready to let her go.
Is it too late to change the rules of our agreement?
When this curvy model decides to give it up to a growly older man, she falls hard and fast for his bossy ways. Will one steamy night be the start of forever? If you enjoy steamy-sweet short instalove reads, boss babes, and a little bit of risk, you'll love Trinity and Sage! Model Behavior is part of the Le CRV series.
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Excerpt from Model Behavior:
"Right there," Sage says. "Don't move, baby girl."
I freeze exactly where I am, holding the accidental pose. He keeps calling me that. I never imagined such a simple pet name could sound so sexy. But I love the way he says it. Hell, who am I kidding? I've known him for a matter of hours and there's nothing about him I don't like.
He snaps several more photos and then lowers his camera.
I stay in position, waiting for his cue that I'm free to move around.
His eyes come to me, one corner of his lip lifting. "Vanna will love these," he says, holding out a hand to me. "Come here and look."
I obediently cross the rooftop on bare feet to stand next to him. He wraps his hand around my wrist, tugging me closer to him. The heat of his body sears into me. He's burning hot, a veritable inferno. I catch myself swaying toward him and lock my knees to keep from pressing up against his body.
He holds the camera up, allowing me to see the photos he just took.
"Oh, wow," I whisper, staring at the small screen. The pool is at my feet with the city at my back. My expression is heated, my lips slightly parted. I look like I just had sex or want to have sex. I'm not sure. But the pictures are good. "I look…"
"You look sexy as hell," Sage murmurs, turning his head to look at me.
"Thank you," I whisper, my cheeks heating at the compliment.
"What were you thinking about?"
You thrusting between my lips.
"N-nothing," I lie.
I shake my head.
"Liar," he whispers, moving his face closer to me so Gabby can't hear what he says. "You whimpered right before I took this photo, Trinity."
Oh my god.
"I didn't," I gasp quietly.
"You did." His warm breath hits my neck, his beard tickling my skin. "You were thinking naughty thoughts. Were they about me, sweet lamb?"
"Liar," he says again, his voice a gruff purr that liquefies my insides. "But that's all right. You'll tell me what you were thinking about before the day is over."
Nichole Rose writes filthy, feel-good romance for curvy readers. Her books feature headstrong, sassy women and the alpha males who consume them. From grumpy detectives to country boys with attitude to instalove and over-the-top declarations, nothing is off-limits.