Release Date: October 18th
Genre/Tropes: M/M Romance, Rockstar Romance
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Who makes out with a random guy at a club while someone else is giving him head? Not me—that’s who. I’d never even hooked up with a stranger. Welp, now I had. If you could call what I’d done hooking up. But it was so much more intimate than a hook-up. I’d tasted his lips as someone else made him come. He’d gasped into my mouth.
Now I was sitting in front of him and he was asking me to kiss him again.
We became famous overnight.
One day I was a twenty-four-year-old drummer slinging pizzas to make ends meet and the next, I was a member of the most popular alternative band ever.
Despite being world-famous, there was no connection in it. I’d lost touch with reality. With intimacy. I couldn’t find a place to be normal. I’d lived my entire life straight-edged while watching obsession destroy my best friend.
Obsession terrified me.
That is until I met him.
The first taste left me intoxicated.
The rockstar obsessed with the writer—rather funny if you think about it.
After a night with him, he vanishes into thin air, and all the money in the world can’t help me find him.
I have to track him down and convince him there might be millions of people who would do anything to get a chance to sleep with me, but I only had eyes for him.
Convince this beautiful boy I’m pretty obsessed.
Pretty Obsessed is an out-for-you romance, with a dirty-talking, obsessive rockstar who falls for a cinnamon roll writer. This is book one in The Pretty Broken series. All books follow a different couple.
I let him pull me, catching up to nudge my shoulder into his. He nudged in return. I inched closer when we stopped to look at another painting, alone again, arms pressed. I tucked our joined hands into his pocket. He side-eyed me but didn’t say anything.
I stroked my knuckle over his thigh. “This one is exquisite.”
“I can feel it.”
I moved my knuckle towards the inside of his thigh. “Can you?”
“Very much so. In my chest among other areas.”
“Is this a good feeling?” I rubbed my shoulder into his, striving for as much contact as possible without being overly obscene about it.
“Very good.” His voice caught as my touch found the crease of his hip.
I pushed closer, bringing our hips together and shielding what I did from view a bit more. “Should I continue?”
He nodded, swallowing hard. “Yes.”
I released the grip on his hand, taking full access to his pocket and seeking out his cock. I risked a glance, needing to see his expression.
His lips parted in a silent moan as I brushed over his hard-on. I teased down the full length of him, finding wetness pooling at his tip.
“I blame you,” he whispered.
“I will take all the blame.” I curled my fingers around him, stroking him roughly.
He whimpered out a moan. “I’m not going to be able to hide this.”
“Good.” I kept up my play, unrelenting.
“Do you want me to come in the middle of a museum?”
“Maybe.” The idea exhilarated me.
About the Author
Gray is a cynical Chicago native, who drinks coffee all day, barely sleeps, and is a little too fashion obsessed. He writes realistic and damaged characters because everyone deserves a happily ever after.
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