Rock Hardest by M.J. Roberts
Series: Chord Brothers #3
Publication date: February 22nd, 2019
Synopsis (according to Goodreads):
Cole's world shattered seventeen years ago. Now he's got one chance to get his life back on track. Cole starts his own band, hoping that going back to music will ease his tortured soul. There's only one problem--he can't find a drummer.
T.J. Casarez is stuck working in her family's restaurant until her cousin calls her to audition. Cole's not expecting a female drummer. Yet from the first beat they sizzle. But there's no way she's getting involved with a privileged, pretty boy.
She's been burned before, and dating a band member is a recipe for disaster.
Only... it's not just onstage chemistry that's on fire.
She has no idea what happened to make him into the man who tempts her to break all her rules. Then outside forces threaten to tear T.J. and Cole apart.
How are they going to rock the hardest and keep their hearts intact?
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Excerpt
COLE
I'm laying on my bed watching The Blue and The Kill, which, like everyone else on the planet, I've seen about twenty times. T. J. is taking an epically long shower. I know girls take long showers, but this is ridiculous. Maybe she uses showers to chill out the way she uses make-up to hide behind?
When she comes out, she's wearing a see-through black bra with red lace trim and boy short panties to match.
"Holy shit," I breathe. Then I stop breathing. When I breathe again, it's so ragged it's like claws scratching my throat.
"No," I say.
She smiles. It's evil, powerful, pure.
"Oooo, ooo, wicked woman," I sing.
"I'm completely in control of you," she half-sings back. It's more like she growl-rasp half-chants it. I recognize Dirt Cherry's I Got You By The Balls.
"You are..." I try to think of something that will work. "A... bad, bad girl." I finish, singing the old Fiona Apple tune.
She bursts out laughing.
"Luscious, you're trying to kill me. Go change."
"No."
"I'm only a man. Go change into some ugly, head-to-toe cover up flannel pajamas."
"No." She saunters closer.
"Please, baby."
She stops, turns around, and bends over.
Holy fuuuuuck.
"Don't," I growl. "You don't play fair. I'm serious now, Teej. Go change."
She laughs and takes a flying leap, jumping over me and landing on the bed by my side.
"Woman, you cannot lie next to me wearing that outfit."
"Too bad."
I tickle her. She shrieks.
"Stop! Stop. Cole, stop that! Uncle!" T. J. yells.
I stop. "God, you're beautiful," I whisper. I cup her face gently and kiss her.
Her eyes dilate, go from molten chocolate to almost black.
"I've never had anyone stand up for me before." Her voice is choked, a soft rasp.
"I'll always stand up for you. Every word I said, I meant it."
Her hair is already wild, as if she'd thrashed against a pillow. I tuck a lock behind her ear.
She straddles me.
"T. No."
She rocks once, and I groan.
"Oh, I think yes," she says, and then gives a movie villain worthy grin. I'm the hero caught over boiling oil. T. J. rocks her hips against me, and I harden. "Absolutely yes."
I grab her hips to still her.
"I can't."
"You obviously can."
"I can't. Not unless you agree to date me."
"We're not going to date, Cole. The first rule of band-dom is you don't date anyone in the band. The guy dumps the girl, kicks her out, and bye-bye band. Not happening."
"Not always."
"Ninety-nine percent of the time. That's why it's a rule."
She kisses my neck. She reaches between us and strokes me through my pants. I grab her wrist and pull her away.
"Just this once," she says. "I want to say thank you."
"So, say it with words, not like this."
"But I want to say it like this."
I'm laying on my bed watching The Blue and The Kill, which, like everyone else on the planet, I've seen about twenty times. T. J. is taking an epically long shower. I know girls take long showers, but this is ridiculous. Maybe she uses showers to chill out the way she uses make-up to hide behind?
When she comes out, she's wearing a see-through black bra with red lace trim and boy short panties to match.
"Holy shit," I breathe. Then I stop breathing. When I breathe again, it's so ragged it's like claws scratching my throat.
"No," I say.
She smiles. It's evil, powerful, pure.
"Oooo, ooo, wicked woman," I sing.
"I'm completely in control of you," she half-sings back. It's more like she growl-rasp half-chants it. I recognize Dirt Cherry's I Got You By The Balls.
"You are..." I try to think of something that will work. "A... bad, bad girl." I finish, singing the old Fiona Apple tune.
She bursts out laughing.
"Luscious, you're trying to kill me. Go change."
"No."
"I'm only a man. Go change into some ugly, head-to-toe cover up flannel pajamas."
"No." She saunters closer.
"Please, baby."
She stops, turns around, and bends over.
Holy fuuuuuck.
"Don't," I growl. "You don't play fair. I'm serious now, Teej. Go change."
She laughs and takes a flying leap, jumping over me and landing on the bed by my side.
"Woman, you cannot lie next to me wearing that outfit."
"Too bad."
I tickle her. She shrieks.
"Stop! Stop. Cole, stop that! Uncle!" T. J. yells.
I stop. "God, you're beautiful," I whisper. I cup her face gently and kiss her.
Her eyes dilate, go from molten chocolate to almost black.
"I've never had anyone stand up for me before." Her voice is choked, a soft rasp.
"I'll always stand up for you. Every word I said, I meant it."
Her hair is already wild, as if she'd thrashed against a pillow. I tuck a lock behind her ear.
She straddles me.
"T. No."
She rocks once, and I groan.
"Oh, I think yes," she says, and then gives a movie villain worthy grin. I'm the hero caught over boiling oil. T. J. rocks her hips against me, and I harden. "Absolutely yes."
I grab her hips to still her.
"I can't."
"You obviously can."
"I can't. Not unless you agree to date me."
"We're not going to date, Cole. The first rule of band-dom is you don't date anyone in the band. The guy dumps the girl, kicks her out, and bye-bye band. Not happening."
"Not always."
"Ninety-nine percent of the time. That's why it's a rule."
She kisses my neck. She reaches between us and strokes me through my pants. I grab her wrist and pull her away.
"Just this once," she says. "I want to say thank you."
"So, say it with words, not like this."
"But I want to say it like this."
About the Author:
Fan favorite M. J. Roberts is known for lovable characters, witty dialogue, exciting plot twists, fast-paced action that keeps you on the edge of your seat, and romance scenes that sizzle.
M. J. Roberts is the author of seventeen novels, including the popular Rock Hard: Chord Brothers series, and over twenty short stories; she's won six literary awards including the Literotica Summer Lovin' Contest 2015 for Risk Your Heart and the April 2019 gold medal from Literary Titans for Rock Hard: Chord Brothers, Book 1.
Roberts is also an editor, songwriter, audiobook narrator, and professor of creative writing. A modestly humble egomaniac with a penchant for superheroes, she's married to an awesome professional musician (aka The Rock and Roll God). Her 'I'm with the band' status and access to a bunch of real-life alpha bad boys means she's always saying 'Anything you say can and will appear in print. Names will be changed to protect the guilty.'
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