In Vegas, a lot can happen in twenty-four hours.
What do you get when you mix a rock band as hot as Reckless Beat, women strong enough to capture several of the bad boys’ hearts, and a bet that sparks a competitive streak?
Boundaries will be pushed, alcohol will be abused, and loads of sarcasm will be shared.
Once the games are over, it’s time to make a commitment. But love in the limelight is never easy. The past is trying to catch up with the present, and the pressure may be too hard to handle.
Seduction, torment, laughter, and heartbreak—one reckless weekend will test each member of the band and the women who’ve claimed their love.
Category: Erotic Romance
“What are you smiling at?” Sean jutted his chin at Blake. “Did you get laid or somethin’?”
Blake shook his head. “I wish. I spent the last six days in Richmond with grumpy-ass here.” He jerked his thumb in Mason’s direction. “When I got home, Gabi was surfin’ the crimson tide, so I couldn’t get lucky if I tried.”
“So what’s with the smirk?” Ryan asked.
Blake outstretched his arms along the back of the lounge. “Can’t a guy be happy to spend quality time with his friends?”
“You know what’s on the list, don’t you?” Mitch asked, dread growing in his gut. Blake was the only person at the bachelor party who knew the honeymoon issues were fake. Yet there was something more to the gleam in his best friend’s eyes.
“Gabi may have given me a hint or two.” Blake turned his gaze to Mason. “And why the hell do you have your panties in a bunch about the Brazilian? Didn’t we put the same thing on the list for the ladies?”
“There’s a big fucking difference, bro,” Mason huffed. “Women get their shit waxed all the time.”
Sean cleared his throat. “I’ll do it.”
Stunned silence followed.
Mitch turned his attention to Sean along with everyone else in the room.
“What?” Sean frowned, lowering his gaze to the glass in his hands. “I’ve had it done before. No big deal.”
“You’ve had it done before,” Mason repeated, emphasizing the words with slow deliberation. “You’ve had the hair ripped from your balls, just for the hell of it?”
“It’s not like it’s all pain and no gain. I’ll get my pole smoked afterward.”
“Beauty therapists aren’t whores. You know that, right?” Ryan asked. “A blow job isn’t part of the deal.”
Sean shrugged. “They’ve never let me down before.”
“OK.” Blake drawled with widened eyes. “So we’ve determined who’ll get kicked out of the beauty salon first. What else is on the list?”
About Eden Summers
Eden Summers is a true blue Aussie, living in regional New South Wales with her two energetic young boys and a quick witted husband.
In late 2010, Eden's romance obsession could no longer be sated by reading alone, so she decided to give voice to the sexy men and sassy women in her mind.
Eden can't resist alpha dominance, dark features and sarcasm in her fictional heroes and loves a strong heroine who knows when to bite her tongue but also serves retribution with a feminine smile on her face.
Keycharms and necklace come with paper swag.