Keeping the Rock Star's Secret
Gay Rock Star: Jamie John Jones, #1
Fiction & Literature, LGBT, Gay, Romance, Erotica
| Author: | Poppy Asher | ISBN: | 9781497765108 |
| Publisher: | Hidden Reads | Publication: | November 27, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Poppy Asher |
| ISBN: | 9781497765108 |
| Publisher: | Hidden Reads |
| Publication: | November 27, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Meet Jamie John Jones, the world's hottest new rock star!
Jamie's gorgeous, talented and the biggest star in rock - but despite being world famous, he's still the perfect gentleman. It's no wonder he's got ladies from 8 to 80 swooning after him!
But Jamie is hiding a hot secret from the press! He's gay, and his unassuming press officer is his secret lover, Spencer.
Jamie's fame has forced him to stay hidden in the closet. He fears that if the truth comes out, the press will destroy his career - but when Jamie's evil new tour manager discovers his secret relationship with Spencer, she starts to make life difficult for both men.
This sizzling hot romantic romp introduces the exciting new rock star, Jamie John Jones, and is written from Spencer's perspective.
This is the first story in the Gay Rock Star series and is a standalone story.
If you enjoy Jamie and Spencer's adventures, please check out their next standalone story, "The Rock Star's Blindfolded Plaything," by Poppy Asher.
This fictional erotic short is 6000 words long, and is strictly for adults only. This story only contains consenting adults over the age of 18.
EXCERPT:
Jamie wrapped his thick arms around me, deftly buttoning the shirt up from behind. I breathed in deeply, savoring the scent of his expensive cologne. Once he'd finished, he lowered his hands to my fly and undid my trousers.
"J..."
"I'm just tucking you in," he whispered throatily, pushing the clean white shirt into my trousers, deliberately brushing across my cock more often than was necessary before finally fastening my trousers back up.
He spun me around, and grinned at my bulge.
"You bad boy."
"You're the bad one." I pressed my lips against his, his coarse stubble scratching across my skin, his mouth warm against my own. I gently trailed my tongue along his bottom lip and then pulled away, teasing him with slow butterfly kisses.
Jamie pulled my body closer, his hands resting on my ass, causing my hardening cock to press against his own. "Stop teasing," he murmured, squeezing my firm cheeks. He flicked his tongue into my mouth, causing a jolt of electricity to fire through my body.
"We can't," I groaned, between kisses.
Meet Jamie John Jones, the world's hottest new rock star!
Jamie's gorgeous, talented and the biggest star in rock - but despite being world famous, he's still the perfect gentleman. It's no wonder he's got ladies from 8 to 80 swooning after him!
But Jamie is hiding a hot secret from the press! He's gay, and his unassuming press officer is his secret lover, Spencer.
Jamie's fame has forced him to stay hidden in the closet. He fears that if the truth comes out, the press will destroy his career - but when Jamie's evil new tour manager discovers his secret relationship with Spencer, she starts to make life difficult for both men.
This sizzling hot romantic romp introduces the exciting new rock star, Jamie John Jones, and is written from Spencer's perspective.
This is the first story in the Gay Rock Star series and is a standalone story.
If you enjoy Jamie and Spencer's adventures, please check out their next standalone story, "The Rock Star's Blindfolded Plaything," by Poppy Asher.
This fictional erotic short is 6000 words long, and is strictly for adults only. This story only contains consenting adults over the age of 18.
EXCERPT:
Jamie wrapped his thick arms around me, deftly buttoning the shirt up from behind. I breathed in deeply, savoring the scent of his expensive cologne. Once he'd finished, he lowered his hands to my fly and undid my trousers.
"J..."
"I'm just tucking you in," he whispered throatily, pushing the clean white shirt into my trousers, deliberately brushing across my cock more often than was necessary before finally fastening my trousers back up.
He spun me around, and grinned at my bulge.
"You bad boy."
"You're the bad one." I pressed my lips against his, his coarse stubble scratching across my skin, his mouth warm against my own. I gently trailed my tongue along his bottom lip and then pulled away, teasing him with slow butterfly kisses.
Jamie pulled my body closer, his hands resting on my ass, causing my hardening cock to press against his own. "Stop teasing," he murmured, squeezing my firm cheeks. He flicked his tongue into my mouth, causing a jolt of electricity to fire through my body.
"We can't," I groaned, between kisses.
