Author: Emma Hart
Series: The Burke Brothers #4
Publisher: Pocket Star
Release Date: January 25, 2016
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance
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After witnessing an endless string of late nights, long tours, and eager groupies her world-famous father could never resist, Chelsey Young knows the dirty truth behind the glamorous façade of the rockstar life. Which is exactly why she takes hot as hell guitarist Kye Burke to bed when he decides he wants her.
One night. That’s how rockstars roll.
Unless your name is Kye Burke. The quietest of all his brothers, Kye’s style has never really been pumping and dumping, so pursuing Chelsey isn’t a hard choice for him. The hard part is keeping hold of the girl who’s hotter than the Sahara one minute then so cold even Antarctica wouldn’t touch her the next…despite the fact that they can’t stay away from each other.
The fact that he’s about to leave for L.A. to record the newest Dirty B. album doesn’t work in his favor, either. A long-distance relationship is the reason Chelsey’s parents divorced, and she’s sworn them off. Completely. Forever. No way.
Kye has two weeks to prove to Chelsey that he isn’t the kind of man her father is. She has two weeks to convince him that it’s never going to happen. But Kye didn’t get where he is by giving up…and even if it’s the fight of his life, there’s no way he’s giving Chelsey up.
The sexiest, most mysterious Burke brother of all peels back his stage persona to reveal the real man—and the rock-hard body—behind the rockstar in the banging fourth book from New York Times bestselling author Emma Hart’s hot new adult series that began with Dirty Past, Dirty Secret, and Dirty Lies.
She covers my hand with hers, the calculating spark fading from her eyes. They’re back to normal now, warm, with the ghost of laughter in their depths. “You’re right.”
“Of course I’m right. Burkes are never wrong.”
Her eyebrow quirks up, taking one side of her mouth up with it. “Ya think?”
“I know.” I wink and drop my hand. “Like I know it would be an absolutely great idea to kiss you right now.”
“Like it was a great idea to sleep in my bed and poke me with your hard-on every ten minutes last night?”
I grin, seeing she isn’t going to respond to me directly, and grasp her hips. I tug her away from the counter and back until I’m leaning against the island and she’s pressed against me. Chelsey’s eyebrow lifts to join the other, but she slides her hands up my chest until they link behind my neck anyway.
I wipe the sass off her face with one simple touch of my lips to hers. She melts into me, tasting like fresh coffee and mint toothpaste. It’s an odd combination, but strangely intoxicating.
“Hey now—the sleeping was a great idea,” I murmur against her mouth. “And if you don’t want to be poked by Joey in the middle of the night, you should sort him out, woman.” I tap her ass, and she gasps, dropping her hands.
“You seriously named your cock ‘Joey’?”
“Standard practice, babe. We all name our cocks. I bet you’ve
named your tits.”
She looks down at them as if the idea is absurd, but her pause gives her away. “Yeah, I guess I kinda did. You want an introduction?”
I laugh, pulling her back to me. “I believe we’ve met, but we’re not on first-name terms.”
“Well. Kye Burke, this is Betty,” she says, cupping the right one. “And this is Boop.” She cups the left one. “Girls, this is Kye.”
“It’s my pleasure,” I mutter, fighting my laughter. She’s doing the same thing. I grab her hand and put it on my semihard cock.
“Chelsey, this is Joey. Joey, this is Chelsey.”
“We’ve met,” she laughs, licking her lips.
“Joey’s pretty fond of Betty and Boop,” I mutter, hardening in her hand.
“Feels like Joey’s pretty fond of their owner, too.”
“You wanna find out just how much?”
She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, looking up at me in a sultry way through her lashes. Gently, she squeezes my now very fucking hard cock and steps back. “Maybe later. I’m
She dances across the kitchen before I can do a thing, and man am I fucking glad I put sweatpants on, because this erection is real uncomfortable, even without the pressure of jeans.
“You’re gonna pay for that later.”
She glances over her shoulder playfully. “We’ll see.”
The sweetest and quietest and least promiscuous of the Burke boys, I’ve been looking forward to getting my hands on Kye’s story. And let me tell you, I was NOT disappointed! He was worth the wait and so much more. It was kind of refreshing for once to read a book where the female had all the insecurities and hangups and the male knew what he wanted and went about it in the right ways. Usually it’s either the other way around, or they both are fumbling. But I loved how hard he fought for her, to prove to her that he was worth it. She had some serious Daddy issues to work though, and Kye was just the man for the job.
Chelsey is the daughter of a rock star who spent her entire life being in the limelight and being abandoned by him. I got where her insecurities came from, but I still wanted to yell at her and shake her and make her realize that Kye was not him! It was so frustrating at times, but still entirely fun to read. Because for as much as she pushed, he pulled. What really made this book for me was all the interaction with the characters we’d fallen in love with from the previous three books, especially Mila. Cannot get enough of that little ball of energy! I know this is the end of the series, but I still feel like Leila needs a book. Here’s hoping!
Conner Burke never expected Sofie Callahan to come back.
Where she’s been for the last two and half years is a mystery, and so is the reason she left in the first place. Now, though, she’s back in their hometown of Shelton Bay, South Carolina, at the same time Conner’s band Dirty B. is home on a tour break.
Sofie Callahan has spent the months since her father’s death avoiding anything to do with her hometown. But with her brother in Afghanistan, she has no choice but to return and sort out her father’s house, even if it means facing the boy she fell in love with and revealing the reason she left.
Conner has questions, and when his broken heart and her guilty one collide, Sofie has to start answering them. Their present is rocky, their future unknown. Only one thing is certain: Sofie’s daughter will change everything.
On the heels of Dirty Secret, here is a sizzling hot romance featuring another Burke brother and the girl he can’t resist, from the New York Times bestselling author of the Game series.
Walking out on my wedding wasn’t my best idea.
Neither was throwing my cell in the lake and taking a job as PA for Dirty B, America’s favorite rock band, complete with every teen girl’s dream man, the eldest of the Burke brothers.
Tate Burke is pure sex. Women actually throw their panties at him during shows. And Ella Dawson is the lucky little thing that gets to escort their fangirling butts out when he’s done with them.
He’s a cocky son of a bitch, but there’s more to him than meets the eye. Every now and then Ella gets a rare glimpse of the Tate behind the “bad boy” act, and it attracts her in the most annoying way. The most annoying, heart-thumping, panty-wetting way.
When her abusive ex turns up at the hotel room Ella and Tate are sharing, raging mad, she knows she’ll need more than just a little protection. Tate sees red, and Ella can’t help but lean on him, despite his bad-boy ways.
And now? Now, he’s in a whole lot of trouble.
Bad boy drummer Aidan Burke of Dirty B takes center stage in NY Times bestselling author Emma Hart’s hotly anticipated follow-up to Dirty Past and Dirty Secret!
Aidan Burke is the perfect rebound guy for Jessie Law after she catches her asshole ex-boyfriend with his hands down some other girl’s pants. The world-famous drummer of Dirty B isn’t shy about his preference for no-strings-attached relationships, so when she meets him on a night out, she takes him up on his simple proposal: One night of fun. Hot sex. Zero expectations.
But Dirty B’s tour is over, and they’re back in South Carolina—which means running into Aidan more often than Jessie would like.
When Aidan saves Jessie from her ex-boyfriend by insisting the two are dating, the band’s manager convinces them to keep up the charade in the hopes of re-inventing Dirty B’s image as lovable bad boys, as opposed to d-bags. Now all Aidan and Jessie have to do is put on a very obvious, very public show to convince everyone their affection is real.
But pretending to be in a relationship is harder than it seems. Aidan’s hordes of jealous fans have no problem bombarding Jessie with threatening messages online—and worse. And things only get more complicated when Jessie realizes her feelings for Aidan may not be so fake after all. Can Jessie live with the risks? And is Aidan willing to let her?