Bad For You
Candy J. Starr
(Fallen Star Series, #4)
Publication date: October 3rd 2016
Genres: New Adult, Romance
I’d loved Devon forever, from the front row of his concerts. So, when fate gives me the chance to be his fake girlfriend for three months, I know I can make that relationship real. As I get to know Devon though, I realise how big the gap is between his image and reality. I loved Devon the rock star but could I love Devon the man?
I was in love with a ghost, the memory of a lost love. Julie. When she died, my heart had been buried with her. I had sex with a lot of woman but they were gone before the condom came off my cock. Then my dirt bag manager had the stupidest idea ever: a fake girlfriend to save my reputation. I played along to keep my fans happy but this fake girlfriend is unlike any woman I’ve met before.
If you like fake girlfriend romances, dirty rockers and stories of redemption, you’ll love Bad for You.
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“Look, I’ll cut to the chase. I’ve got an offer for you.”
He’d heard me sing and wanted to offer me a contract? That was what managers offered. No, that couldn’t be it. If he’d heard me sing, he’d not be offering me a contract. I had no idea what then. Maybe he needed a secretary? My photocopying skills were legendary.
“I’m all ears.”
“There’s been a very positive fan reaction the photo of the two of you together.”
I swiveled around to face Devon. “Really? Wow. We do look good together, don’t we?”
Devon just grimaced. Okay, he’d not looked that great in the photo but it was still a great photo. Any photo of me with Devon would be a good one.
“You look fantastic together. Perfect.”
Yeah, I thought we looked perfect too but I was too modest to say that. This guy though, he knew what he was talking about. What was going on though? Did Devon want to date me but was too shy to ask? That seemed fishy and also made him a whole lot of a soft cock. Still, I’d do it. I had no qualms. Not one single qualm in my entire body if it meant dating Devon. Hell, he could get his mother to ask me out and I’d scream yes.
“We’d like to continue the facade for a while.”
Huh? What was the guy talking about? Facade? That was no facade. Well maybe things looked a bit more intimate between us than they had been in reality. We really did look like we’d been doing some sleazy groping.
“If you agree to making some public appearances with Devon, spending a bit of time with him, maybe even looking affectionate, then we will compensate you for your time.”
“Sex?”
“No sex.”
Damn, I would’ve liked the sex bit. What was this about? Then I got it.
“You want to pay me to be Devon’s fake girlfriend?”
“I know it’s a bit awkward and I’m sorry about—”
“Hell yeah! Sign me up. Sign me up now. Quick, get out your signing material. I was born to do this job. It’s like the accumulation of my life’s work.” I looked to Devon again. “I’ll be the best fake girlfriend you ever had. This is so sweet.”
“Don’t you want to know what the money is? You haven’t even asked about that.”
Like I needed money to date Devon. They might call it fake dating but I knew, with enough effort on my part, it’d soon be real dating. That’s what every motivational poster I’d ever seen told me. The only thing holding me back was myself and, to be honest, there was no holding back at all.
Candy J. Starr used to be a band manager until she realised that the band she managed was so lacking in charisma that they actually sucked the charisma out of any room they played. “Screw you,” she said, leaving them to wallow in obscurity – totally forgetting that they owed her big bucks for video equipment hire.
Candy has filmed and interviewed some big names in the rock business, and a lot of small ones. She’s seen the dirty little secrets that go on in the back rooms of band venues. She’s seen the ugly side of rock and the very pretty one.
But, of course, everything she writes is fiction.
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