Book Tour for Bad For You by Candy J. Starr (GIVEAWAY)

My love for rock star romances continues with this tale of a jaded rocker still mourning a lost love and the promotional plan of pairing him with a fake girlfriend that soon becomes all too real.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Bad For You by Candy J. Starr and learn a bit more about this book in a Q&A, then add it to your bookshelf.  In honor of this fourth installment in the Fallen Star series make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $25 Amazon GC too!

Q&A ABOUT BAD FOR YOU...

Q. Where did you get the idea for Bad for You?

A. I wrote the Fallen Star series last year about Tex from the band FORSAKEN. Even though Tex and Ruby’s story was done (almost! Watch out for the Christmas story), the story of Devon, the bass player called to me. An angsty rocker, nursing his pain. Of course I had to write it.

Q. How is Bad for You different from your other books?

A. I love writing enemy to lover tropes with that slow burning love and build of sexual tension but, in Bad for You, Daisy is in love with Devon right from the start. The problem is, that love is built on her fantasy of the ideal man. Devon will never live up to that.

Q. How is Bad for You the same as your other series?

A. Rockers! Can’t get enough of them. Devon was the bass player in the first three books but now he’s formed his own band. He’s a star and he’s got the arrogance and ego to prove it.

Q. What was your favorite scene to write?

A. Without giving spoilers, there’s a scene where Devon has an encounter with a feisty old man. It totally went somewhere I’d not intended when I started writing but the old guy was just too funny to cut.

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.

EXCERPT:

“She died of an overdose,” I said. “I left her alone and she died."

Daisy pulled the plug out of the sink and we both watched the water swirl around and drain out. Then she wiped her hands and her arm around me. It was a gentle move, meant to comfort me but before I knew it, I pressed her tight against me. I needed more than gentle comfort. I needed to wipe the memories away, for a short time anyway. This was how I did it. I used sex to replace the memories when they got too strong. It helped.

I ran my hands down her arms, her breath hot on my neck. She stayed still and didn’t look at me. I didn’t want her looking at me anyway, not reading the look in my eyes.

I cupped her face, drawing closer to her, our lips almost touching.

She gulped and I moved in closer. My lips hovered near hers. She didn’t pull back. That rosy glow came back to her skin and she froze. I wondered if she’d ever been properly fucked. I bet she held a mountain of repressed lust inside. A volcano, that would erupt in red hot lava. I shouldn’t toy with a woman like that. Once you unleashed that volcano, there’d be no turning back. I’d only cause her pain. Still, I couldn’t draw myself away.

I’d get her guard down no matter what. It was a refreshing change from the easy meat I’d gotten used to. It wasn’t good to have everything my own way. I’d become soft, like a wild animal that gets domesticated. I’d lose my instincts to survive in the wild.

I slowly took her bottom lip into my mouth, not quite kissing her but promising the pleasure to come. A small gasp came from her mouth as I sucked on her lip. Her hair fell against me, tickling my skin. Her heart pounded so hard.

As our lips came together, I felt some feeling pass through me. It wasn’t the urgent lust I felt with other women. It was something completely different. It scared me so I kissed her harder. I wanted the urgent lust. I wanted to feel the need to get inside her and climax, that urging that wiped every other feeling away.

Instead, she pulled away from me. She couldn’t escape, not in that tiny kitchen. She backed up against the fridge though, moving her body as far away from as she could.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? This is what you dream of at night, alone in your bed?"

“Not like this,” she whispered. Her voice trembled.

“It’s your dream come true.” I tried to draw her back into my arms but her body stiffened.

“Not while you’re thinking of her.”

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AUTHOR INFO:

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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